Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 610 What I want is offense!

Liang Jin's words were like a sharp blade formed from the coldest ice in the underworld, instantly piercing through the noisy air outside the Hall of Righteousness.

Kill the prince?!
The impact of those three words was so powerful that it felt as if all the bandits had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, leaving their minds blank and their breaths catching in their throats.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the crackling of the burning torches and the mournful cry of owls in the distance.

A prince...that's a son of the dragon and a grandson of the phoenix!

It's something that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of or touch!
Chop off their heads?

This is absolutely outrageous!

"Song Yingxiong! Absolutely not!"

Bai Yi was the first to recover from the immense shock, his voice trembling with unprecedented panic:
"Take back your order! This is a recipe for disaster! The soldiers will be furious, and we will have no way to back down!"

However, his cries were doomed to failure.

Lei Zhen could no longer suppress the murderous intent surging in his chest and his absolute obedience to Liang Jin's decision.

Bai Yi's obstruction was nothing more than the incessant buzzing of mosquitoes and flies to his ears.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he took a step forward like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, snatching a heavy axe, still stained with blood, from the hand of a bandit beside him!

The bandits were so intimidated by his ferocious aura that they dared not put up the slightest resistance.

"Long-winded!"

Lei Zhen let out a low roar, his voice like muffled thunder.

Without even glancing at the two princes trembling like leaves on the ground, their faces deathly pale, he swung his massive axe high into the air, drawing a deadly arc in the torchlight!

"Pfft——!"

"Pfft——!"

Two dull, teeth-grinding sounds of bones and flesh shattering rang out in quick succession, crisp and clean, without any hesitation!
The axe blade slashed into the soil, splashing up a patch of dark red blood and mud.

Two heads, still bearing expressions of terror, rolled onto the cold ground like kicked footballs.

The severed neck was still steaming, and the blood quickly seeped into the dust, instantly filling the air with a pungent smell of rust.

Zhao Yan witnessed this bloody and horrific scene, and a shrill, inhuman scream burst from his throat. His eyes rolled back, and a stench filled the air.

He was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder on the spot, and then his body went limp and he fainted completely.

"Lei Zhen! You—!"

Bai Yi's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his face ashen, his lips trembling, as he watched helplessly as the two bloody heads rolled into the dust.

stop?

It's too late!

He felt a chilling despair grip his heart instantly, draining all his strength from his body.

In the end, it could only turn into a long sigh filled with helplessness and immense fear, which fell heavily into the dead silence.

It's over... There's no way to resolve the feud with the government!

The future of counterfeit goods has been utterly cleaved into the abyss by these two bloody blows!

In particular, if the government is enraged, it could affect this prisoner exchange and endanger Yin Leiling's safety!

Lei Zhen didn't even glance at Bai Yi, as if he had simply swatted two insects to death.

He bent down, one in each hand as if holding two freshly cut watermelons, and grasped the still-warm hair bun of the head.

Fresh blood dripped from between his fingers.

He took a deep breath, and his powerful body suddenly rose from the ground, leaping up the towering stockade wall like a cannonball, and standing firmly on the crenellation.

"You corrupt official! Listen up!"

Lei Zhen's roar, like a thunderclap, carrying a strong stench of blood and a chilling killing intent, pierced through the deep night and slammed into the officers and soldiers standing frozen in the distance:
"My older brother said so!"

"We can exchange people, but there's only one condition—use the life of that old dog, Prince Zhao Yan of Pingcheng, in exchange for all the captured brothers of my Yanshan Stronghold! Including the stronghold chief, Yin Leiling! Not a single one can be missing!"

He paused, then his voice grew even louder, carrying an undeniable air of arrogance:
"This isn't about bargaining! This is about informing you!"

"You have to listen, whether you want to or not!"

"Those two little brats' heads..."

Lei Zhen held the severed heads high in his hands, making them appear particularly ferocious in the firelight:
"Consider this your appetizer! Here you go!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with both arms.

With a whooshing sound, the two heads flew in a bloody arc like two heavy stones, hurtling precisely towards Li Muyun's location!

Li Muyun's pupils contracted sharply, and almost instinctively reached out to catch the flying "heavy object."

It feels cool and slippery to the touch, and has a viscous liquid coating.

He subconsciously looked down—

In the firelight, two young, distorted faces, frozen in extreme fear, came into clear view!

"It's...it's the two princes?!"

Li Muyun cried out in shock, feeling a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, and her hands holding the severed head trembled uncontrollably!
The soldiers behind him were in an uproar, their faces filled with horror, and gasps of shock echoed throughout the room.

These ruthless bandits... they actually dared to do it!

They dared to so decisively chop off the heads of the two princes!
This is no longer a provocation, but a blatant declaration of war, and the most thorough trampling on imperial power!
"Xilulu——!"

Their warhorses seemed to sense the soaring bloody aura and their masters' fear, pawing the ground restlessly and neighing in terror.

Lei Zhen's icy voice, like a deadly curse, pierced through the chaos once more:
"My older brother has one more thing to say!"

"Half an hour! I'll give you half an hour!"

"When the time comes, if you still don't see every single one of my brothers standing unharmed at the gate..."

Lei Zhen's figure leaned slightly forward on the stockade wall, like a predator surveying its prey, uttering each word with a hellish pronouncement:

"Then you can come over here and collect the corpse of that old thief king Zhao Yan!"

As the last word fell, Lei Zhen's figure disappeared behind the ramparts, leaving only the suffocating echo of his killing intent reverberating in the night sky.

The two burning hot human heads in Li Muyun's hands were like red-hot branding irons.

Li Muyun felt ice-cold all over. The knuckles of his fingers, gripping the severed head, turned white from the force. The shock and anger in his heart were like a raging torrent, almost bursting out of his chest.

He stared intently at the dark gate of the village, his teeth grinding together, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

The other party's attitude is as firm as a rock; leaving behind only adds to the humiliation!
He took several deep breaths of the cold, blood-tinged air, forcibly suppressing the surging blood in his body.

With a gloomy face, he took off his cloak and carefully wrapped the two princes' heads in layers of brocade cloth, his movements as stiff as a marionette.

Then, he suddenly waved his hand, his voice hoarse and low:
"withdraw!"

Dozens of riders, like stray dogs, turned their horses around in an oppressively silent atmosphere.

The sound of horses' hooves clattered haphazardly along the mountain path, quickly disappearing into the thick darkness of the night.

Only the lingering, thick smell of blood remained, silently telling the story of the horror that had just occurred in the night wind.

………………

Inside the cottage.

The brief silence was broken.

The crowd surged toward Liang Jin again like a tide, but this time, there was a hint of awe and unease in the atmosphere.

The bloody and decisive order just now completely shocked everyone.

“Song Yingxiong…this…this exchange…”

One of the leaders licked his dry lips, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

"Shouldn't we make arrangements quickly? The officers and soldiers are cunning; what if they try to cheat during the exchange..."

Immediately, someone echoed this, their tone urgent:

"Yeah!"

"We must reinforce the stockade walls! All archers must be in position! Set up more sentry posts! We absolutely cannot let them take the opportunity to sneak up!"

"Yes, Hero Song, one must always be wary of others! That corrupt official, Qin Feng, is the most insidious of all!"

……

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, almost all revolving around how to strengthen defenses and prevent officers and soldiers from launching a surprise attack during or after the exchange.

Even the distraught Bai Yi subconsciously nodded; this was indeed the safest option at the moment.

Faced with officers and soldiers who had just been provoked and still possessed considerable strength, holding firm and waiting for the situation to change seemed to be the wisest choice.

however.

Liang Jin's gaze swept over the tense, worried, or fanatical faces, but a wildly arrogant smile, completely opposite to the somber atmosphere, slowly curled up at the corners of his mouth.

"defense?"

He uttered two words softly, his voice low, yet it instantly drowned out all the discussion.

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, Liang Jin's voice suddenly rose, like a drawn sword, carrying a sharp edge that cut through all hesitation:

"What I want is—attack!"

These words were met with gasps of astonishment.

"Wha...what?!"

"attack?!"

"Now?!"

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief, wondering if they had misheard.

They just angered the soldiers with ruthless measures and killed the prince. Now, instead of strengthening their defenses, they want to... launch an offensive?
The enemy still has two large armies eyeing us covetously!
This...this is absolutely insane!

Liang Jin gave them no time to question; his authoritative voice, like a military order, resounded throughout the hall:

"Everyone obey orders!"

"Immediately muster the troops! Prepare the horses! Inspect the weapons!"

"Wait until the chieftain and his brothers return..."

His gaze, like a burning flame, swept across the shocked faces:

"That is the time for my Yanshan stronghold to sound the horn of counterattack!"

"Zhongli Han! Lei Zhen! Xing Niang! Come with me to the Hall of Righteousness to discuss strategies for defeating the enemy!"

The three people who were named immediately stepped forward, and Lei Zhen's face was filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

The three followed closely behind Liang Jin, striding towards the Hall of Righteousness.

Bai Yi was left standing there all alone, like an outsider.

He watched Liang Jin and the others disappear behind the heavy doors of the Hall of Righteousness, and heard the loud bang of the doors closing. He felt as if his heart had been struck hard.

A strategist?

At this critical moment that would determine the life or death of the mountain stronghold, he wasn't even allowed to listen in!

A chilling sense of loss and an immense sense of crisis instantly gripped him.

He subconsciously looked around, trying to find a trace of dissatisfaction or doubt on the faces of the other bandits.

However, what he saw was the almost blind trust and the sense of entitlement on the faces of most people!
It was as if every decision Liang Jin made, even the seemingly craziest one, had its own reason and was worth following to the death!

"The tide has turned..."

Bai Yi felt a chill in his heart as he bitterly chewed on the thought.

Liang Jin's prestige, amidst this bloodshed and decisiveness, had reached its zenith, completely overshadowing Yin Leiling.

Even if Yin Leiling comes back alive... where will he have a place in this Yanshan stronghold?

Liang Jin has gained power and influence, and the people support him!
If he loses tonight… Bai Yi stopped thinking about it. Now everyone is in the same boat. If he loses, everyone will only face death.

But if we win this battle...

Bai Yi dared not think any further, feeling a profound sense of powerlessness completely engulf him.

………………

Inside the Juyi Hall.

The flickering candlelight cast their shadows on the wall, making them appear like enormous ghosts.

"Sixth Son?!"

As soon as Lei Zhen stepped into the hall, his gaze swept over the corner, and he exclaimed in surprise!
Xiao Liu lay on the ground, his face ashen, barely breathing, his body wrapped in numerous bandages.

Xiaoyu was kneeling beside him, carefully feeding him a medicinal liquid that emitted a strange fragrance with a spoon.

"Big brother! What... what happened to Liu Zi?"

Lei Zhen rushed to Xiao Liu's side, squatted down, and used his rough hands to check Xiao Liu's pulse.

Lei Zhen breathed a slight sigh of relief only after feeling the faint but steady heartbeat, but his eyes were still full of surprise and concern. He suddenly looked up at Liang Jin.

Liang Jin walked to the table, gesturing for everyone to sit down, his voice steady:

"My third brother has performed a great feat."

"He not only helped me successfully carry out the counter-espionage plan, but also used himself as bait to catch two real big fish!"

"Now that I have achieved my goals and am retiring, I should rest and recuperate here in peace."

He glanced at the medicine bowl in Xiaoyu's hand:

"Don't worry, second brother, I have already given the healing medicine to Xiaoyu."

"Although my third brother's injuries are severe, his life is not in danger and his foundation is intact. Given time, he will surely recover."

Time was of the essence, so Liang Jin didn't go into too much detail.

In fact, after Qian Fu planned to turn Xiao Liu against his own side at the foot of Xifeng Mountain, Xiao Liu told Liang Jin about it privately.

Although Xiao Liu knew he lacked talent and was unwilling to accept it, he could not possibly betray Liang Jin.

In fact, he never regretted following Liang Jin and was very grateful to Liang Jin for showing him a wider world.

Although this vast world made him feel increasingly inferior, he also became more aware of his own insignificance.

But he never regretted being brought out of the well, like a frog in a well.

Liang Jin gave him status and also gave him Xuan-level martial arts skills.

He's just incompetent, so he can't blame anyone else.

In particular, he is a person who knows how to be grateful.

To repay Liang Jin, he told Liang Jin everything Qian Fu had said, and was even willing to risk his life to cooperate with Liang Jin.

Liang Jin then arranged a clever scheme with Xiao Liu, which not only lured the Prince of Pingcheng into the trap, but also successfully lured Yan Zi'an and his group.

It can be said that Xiao Liu made an indispensable contribution to this operation. Lei Zhen and Zhong Lihan are both shrewd people. From Liang Jin's brief words and Xiao Liu's injuries, they could guess the danger involved and Xiao Liu's loyalty.

And the heaviest weight in Lei Zhen's heart was finally lifted.

What he feared most was his brothers becoming estranged. Now that he knew Xiao Liu had not only not betrayed him, but had also made great contributions, a warm feeling and pride welled up in his heart.

He patted Xiao Liu's uninjured shoulder heavily, his voice booming:
"Good buddy! Take good care of yourself!"

"Once our leader leads us to chop off that scoundrel Qin Feng's head, we'll come back and drink a celebratory toast together!"

After comforting Xiao Liu, Lei Zhen returned to the table and sat down. The excitement on his face subsided slightly, and his brows furrowed again. He couldn't help but speak again:
"Big brother! Is Yin Leiling... really going to be switched back?"

“If he comes back, with his petty and narrow-minded nature, how could he possibly tolerate you, elder brother…”

This has always been a thorn in his side.

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin smiled calmly, a smile tinged with indifference.
"Yin Leiling? He's nothing but a clown, he's never even worth my attention."

His gaze deepened, as if piercing through the roof of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness and looking towards a wider world:
"What I want is a world of outlaws! A world where orders are obeyed without question and all mountains bow down! I will not tolerate the slightest tarnishing of my personal reputation."

"Saving him today is to let all the outlaws in the world know that I, Song Jiang, act with integrity and honor, and never betray kindness!"

He patted Lei Zhen's strong arm, his tone carrying an undeniable sense of reassurance:
"Second brother, broaden your perspective. Getting caught up in this will only disturb your peace of mind."

Liang Jin abruptly changed the subject, a mysterious glint flashing in his eyes:

"Here, let me show you two people."

"After reading this, you will know the key to this battle."

Having said that, Liang Jin casually flicked his sleeve.

A surge of powerful and pure internal energy erupted silently and precisely struck the latch of the lid of a huge wooden crate in the corner of the wall.

With a soft "click," the heavy box lid popped open.

Curious, everyone crowded forward and peered into the box by candlelight.

At the bottom of the box, two figures were found curled up, both bound hand and foot, their mouths stuffed with rags, their bodies covered in wounds and bloodstains, and they were already unconscious.

One person was pale and beardless, with a feminine demeanor; the other, though unconscious, still appeared to be of imposing stature, with silver hair and beard, but at this moment his aura was extremely weak.

The two men's major acupoints had clearly been sealed off, leaving them like lambs to the slaughter.

"This is……?"

Zhongli Han frowned, and Lei Zhen looked completely bewildered.

Xingniang covered her mouth and gasped softly, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

They didn't know either of them.

Liang Jin's voice rang out calmly, yet it was like a boulder being thrown into still water:

"Yan Zi'an, the fourth head of the Criminal Investigation Depot."

His finger moved toward the imposing old man:
“‘Thunderbolt Hand’, Cen Ruifeng.”

"They are the commanders of the troops on the west side of Yanshan Road."

A collective gasp of surprise erupted from inside the Hall of Righteousness!

"what?!"

"Yan Zi'an? Cen Ruifeng?!"

"The commander of the Western Army?!"

Lei Zhen and Zhong Lihan's eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
Xingniang gasped and instinctively took a half step back!
These two are notorious and infamous imperial henchmen!

He was one of the commanders of the three armies that besieged Yanshan!

how come……

How could they be beaten half to death like two dead dogs and stuffed into this broken box in the Hall of Righteousness?!

Huge questions flooded everyone's minds like a tidal wave.

How did Liang Jin manage to do it?

What earth-shattering thing happened during the time he was away?

Did he break into the Western Army camp all by himself?

Or has some kind of mysterious trap been set?

The gazes of the crowd toward Liang Jin were filled with even deeper awe and disbelief.

Lei Zhen and Zhongli Han were both sensible people; since Liang Jin hadn't said anything, they naturally wouldn't ask.

Xingniang pursed her lips tightly.

She knew she was not Liang Jin's confidante, but this time she firmly chose to stay and follow Liang Jin, which was why she was qualified to be summoned to the Gathering Hall for discussion.

Therefore, she is even more adept at keeping quiet.

She swallowed all her curiosity, but her heart was pounding like a drum.

Liang Jin walked to the box, his gaze sweeping over the two unconscious people inside, as if he were looking at two useful tools:
"The news of the capture of the Western Army commander has probably not yet reached Qin Feng's ears, and even the Western Route Army itself may not be fully aware that its commander has been captured!"

"This is a golden opportunity!"

His voice suddenly turned sharp, carrying a sense of urgency as if he were racing against time:

"Therefore, we must be fast! Fast as lightning!"

"We must launch a fatal blow before Qin Feng can react and before the news completely leaks out!"

"Make arrangements immediately! Take action immediately!"

Liang Jin's gaze was like a burning flame, intense and piercing:

"Otherwise, if word gets out and that old fox senses the danger..."

"He will surely flee like a frightened bird! Capturing him again will be as difficult as climbing to heaven!"

hiss--!
Everyone gasped again.

But this time, the shock was quickly replaced by an almost frenzied excitement!

That's it!

It turns out that what the eldest brother wanted was not to hold the line, nor was it simply to repel the enemy!

What he wanted was... total annihilation!
The goal is to capture or kill the supreme commander of this bandit suppression campaign—Qin Feng!
The goal is to achieve a decisive victory in one battle and completely crush the imperial court's encirclement and suppression!
The Southern Route Army was completely annihilated, the Western Route Army commander was trapped like a turtle in a jar, and the Eastern Route Army was being lured away from the mountain stronghold, running frantically to exchange hostages...

This is an opportunity that comes along once in a lifetime!

A surge of heat rushed to Lei Zhen and Zhong Lihan's heads, and even Xingniang's eyes shone with an astonishing light.

Tonight, victory is no longer out of reach!
It's right in front of you, within easy reach!

…………

Yanshan East Road.

Mountain pass.

The makeshift camp was dotted with scattered campfires, and the air was thick with the smells of blood and sweat.

The officers and soldiers who had just finished the ambush were taking the time to rest, bandage their wounds, and replenish their strength.

They were just waiting for the commander's order to launch a full-scale attack and crush the already exhausted Yanshan Village.

A relatively clean open space.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his aura deep and concentrated.

He was circulating his profound internal energy to regulate the slightly depleted internal energy from capturing Yin Leiling, while also trying his best to dispel the lingering unease in his heart.

Song Jiang...

The Prince of Pingcheng was defeated too quickly and too strangely.

The fleeing soldiers who escaped gave vague accounts, saying that Wang Jingchuan flew to the top of the cliff and instantly died, turning into blood, and that Li Daosheng mutilated himself to escape...

These things defy common sense and have an eerie quality.

Having roamed the martial world and the imperial court for many years, Qin Feng knew that anything unusual must have a sinister cause.

He had already dispatched his trusted confidant on horseback with his orders to Yan Zi'an of the Western Route Army, instructing him to lead his troops to join the Eastern Route Army immediately.

Only when the two armies join forces and crush him with overwhelming superiority can he feel at ease.

Just as he completed a full cycle of internal energy circulation, his breathing calmed completely, and he slowly opened his eyes—

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

A rapid, drum-like sound of horses' hooves approached from afar, breaking the silence of the camp.

Qin Feng abruptly stood up, his gaze flashing like lightning towards the source of the sound:

"It's Mu Yun who's back."

The words have not yet fallen.

Li Muyun took the lead, accompanied by several guards, and rushed into the camp at lightning speed, only pulling the reins abruptly when he reached Qin Feng.

The warhorse reared up and neighed.

Li Muyun dismounted, her movements somewhat stiff, clutching tightly a strangely shaped bundle wrapped in brocade.

His face was ashen. He strode up to Qin Feng, knelt on one knee, and his voice was barely perceptible as he spoke:

"My lord! Song Jiang... has agreed to the exchange."

A glint of light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes:
"Oh? Does he have any conditions?"

Li Muyun's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke with difficulty:
"He...he wants us to exchange the Prince of Pingcheng for...exchange Yin Leiling and all the captured bandits!"

He specifically emphasized the word "all".

"wishful thinking!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's face instantly turned frosty, and he let out a cold snort, his tone filled with disdain:
"Commander Li, do you really need to come back and report such absurd conditions? You should have rejected them outright on the spot!"

Li Muyun did not argue, but silently placed the bundle she was holding tightly on the ground, her movements carrying an indescribable heaviness.

He took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, untied the blood-stained brocade layer by layer.

Two young, pale heads, frozen with boundless fear, were starkly exposed in the flickering light of the campfire!

"This is……?!"

Even someone as experienced as Qin Feng, who had seen countless storms, couldn't help but have his pupils shrink and his heart sink!
He recognized the two faces that belonged to the prince at a glance!

Li Muyun's voice was filled with shock and lingering fear:
"My lord, that Song Jiang... has no intention of negotiating at all!"

"His men threw the two heads directly to me, and said... we only have half an hour!"

"If all the captured brothers do not appear outside the gate in half an hour, they will... they will kill the Prince!"

hiss--!
The officers who gathered around upon hearing the news were all horrified when they saw the two severed heads, and gasps of shock filled the air.

Chop up the prince!

The ferocity and audacity of these bandits at Yanshan were beyond their wildest imagination!
Having committed such heinous crimes, if they fail to annihilate the Yanshan bandits this time, bring them back to the capital for trial and execution, and pile their heads into a mound at Caishikou.

They simply cannot explain that to the royal family!

Qin Feng stared intently at the severed head on the ground, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.

After a brief moment of shock, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and a cold, insightful smile even appeared on his lips:
"What a ruthless Song Jiang! What ruthless methods! What great determination! He's showing off to me!"

He paced slowly, his voice carrying an analytical quality:
"However, although he was intelligent, he was ultimately burdened by the empty reputation brought by the word 'loyalty'."

"He agreed to the exchange simply because he didn't want to be branded as someone who would stand by and watch someone die and plot against the chieftain. He just wanted to earn a reputation for being loyal and righteous in front of the whole village."

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks, a calculating glint in his eyes:

"Since that's the case... I'll grant his wish!"

"Release Yin Leiling, that 'sick tiger,'! Let Song Jiang taste what it's like to be hampered! Let their mountain stronghold turn upside down among themselves first!"

Upon hearing this, Li Muyun hurriedly stepped forward, lowered her voice, and spoke with great anxiety:

"My lord! Time... there's only half an hour left!"

"Even if we rush from the foot of the mountain to the stronghold at full speed without stopping, we'll probably only make it to the brink of the deadline!"

"By then, our army will be exhausted, while the Yanshan bandits will be rested and have the advantage of terrain..."

His eyes were filled with deep worry:
"This humble general is worried... that Song Jiang's imposing such a harsh time limit and resorting to such cruel methods indicates that his intentions are unfathomable."

"There might be another sinister plan during or after the exchange!"

Qin Feng frowned deeply; what Li Muyun had said was precisely his greatest worry.

How could he not know that this was a tactic to wear down the troops?
but……

"How could I not know?"

Qin Feng's voice carried a hint of helplessness and determination:

"However... the safety of the Prince is of paramount importance! There is no room for the slightest mishap!"

"This Song Jiang... he's got this figured out! He's cornered us!"

He turned abruptly and gave a stern order:

"Send the order! The entire army must immediately break camp and proceed at full speed to Yanshan stronghold! There must be no delays!"

"Upon arrival, the hostage exchange will be the priority!"

"After bringing back the Prince, surround him without attacking, use your power to intimidate him, and wait for internal changes to occur!"

The order was quickly relayed, and the camp instantly erupted like a beehive, with soldiers hurriedly getting up and packing their belongings.

There was chaos with people shouting and horses neighing.

The garrison officer in charge of guarding the area stepped forward anxiously to ask for instructions:
"My lord! What about... Lord Yan and the others from the western route? Should they wait here to meet up?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's expression turned even more unpleasant.

Yan Zian's troops are an important force, and if the two armies join forces, he will be very confident.

But... half an hour?
By the time Yan Zi'an arrived with his army, it was too late!
Zhao Yan's head is probably already hanging on the gate of the village!
Song Jiang dared to kill even a prince, which made everyone believe that he would also dare to kill the Prince of Pingcheng!

"That's too late!"

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision:
"Saving the prince is of utmost urgency! We must go up the mountain first! Ensuring the prince's safety is our top priority!"

He pointed to the entrance to the mountain path and quickly gave the order:
"Leave two elite scout teams here! If Lord Yan's army arrives, order them to rush up the mountain and join me immediately, without delay!"

time!

What we lack most right now is time!

As Qin Feng gazed at the silhouette of Yanshan Mountain, which lay dormant like a giant beast in the darkness, a sense of unease gripped his heart like a cold, venomous snake, tightening its grip ever more.

In this battle... he no longer had complete confidence...

(End of this chapter)