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Chapter 39 Entering the Camp
At some point, at the entrance of the empty village, a tall and strong man in a gray robe appeared, wearing a bamboo hat, his face could not be seen clearly, and behind him was a strangely long sword without a scabbard, which was more than six feet long. The sword is four fingers wide, and the blade alone is nearly five feet long.

He looked down at the rolling human heads above the ground, and remained silent.

Shen Qing also didn't say a word, and held her breath, the palm holding the handle of the knife oozes cold sweat, mixed with blood, and it's all wet.

The reason why he was so nervous was because of his intuition warning that the person in front of him was terrifyingly powerful, far exceeding the scope of a grand master, so he must be a grand master without a doubt.

In front of this kind of existence, she might not even have a chance to escape.

This is the land god who can conquer the country alone.

After stepping into Xiantian and interacting with heaven and earth, the warrior's spiritual sense will become more acute.

At this moment, Shen Qing felt that there was an abyss that swallowed everything not far away, and all the energy in the surrounding world was gathering in his direction.

"How does it feel to kill someone?"

A slightly hoarse inquiry sounded, and the man slowly raised his head. His face under the bamboo hat was covered by a black veil, so he couldn't see clearly, but judging from the voice, he should be over forty years old.

Shen Qing was slightly taken aback, and immediately replied: "The knife is faster."

With the killing spirit accumulated, her saber technique finally took a small step forward, breaking through a bottleneck.

"Are you happy?" The man asked another question.

Shen Qing shook her head. Killing these rebels did not bring her any spiritual pleasure. She is not a perverted murderer, and she can get pleasure from depriving others of their lives.

She killed people simply because she felt that these people deserved to die, and her strength happened to be enough, that's all.

"You didn't feel lost when you wielded your sword. In the future, your sword will be sharper than my sword."

The man looked up at the village surrounded by raging fire, stopped for a long time, finally turned and left, and slowly disappeared into the night.

It wasn't until the man left that Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the first time she has seen a master-level master with her own eyes. The heavy pressure brought by the different levels of life made her a little out of breath.

There are only two hundred villagers left in the village, and most of them are women.

Only when it was confirmed that the rebellious soldiers were dead did he run to the entrance of the village one after another, looking for his relatives among the heads all over the ground, his face was covered with blood and tears, like a ghost, making people confused for a while. Whether it is purgatory or the world.

"Thank you lady!"

"Thank you Bodhisattva for your kindness and virtue!"

Many villagers kowtowed to Shen Qing again and again, their heads were bloodstained and they did not stop.

"If you are homeless, or want revenge, you can follow me."

Looking at the scene in front of her, Shen Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, and said slowly: "Bet on your life, maybe one day you can get what you want."

Although the villagers in front of them have no fighting power at present, Shen Qing has a little hope for their future, and maybe someone can surprise her.

Shen Qing's words made all the villagers hesitate.

In the end, there were only more than seventy people who were willing to go on the road with Shen Qing, of which less than twenty were young and strong.

Even if family members were killed and relatives were humiliated, some people were still timid and did not dare to make more troubles. After burying their relatives, they began to flee to the inland.

They are just common people, and they have no guts to rebel against the Great Xia court and disobey the emperor.

For this, Shen Qing didn't have any comment, not everyone is willing to gamble their lives, in this world, it is not easy to survive.

With more than [-] people, the journey was much slower, and it was not until the sky was slightly bright that Shen Qing rushed to the place marked on the map.

This is a quiet mountain range, and three big camps stand at an angle.

With Shen Qing's current eyesight, he soon saw a few familiar figures among the many tents.

After confirming that it was not an enemy camp, Shen Qing led more than seventy people down the mountain and headed towards a military camp in the middle.

whoosh-

Just within a hundred steps of approaching the barracks, a feathered arrow roared towards Shen Qing, and shot into the ground less than three feet in front of Shen Qing, followed by a shout:
"Who is coming!"

Shen Qing wiped off the blood stains on his face, his eyes were fixed, and he replied loudly:
"Daughter of the Great Xia Taiwei Shen Lie, Shen Qing."

Hearing Shen Qing's name, the soldiers guarding the gate were all startled and turned around to report.

Not long after, the gate of the barracks opened slowly, and a group of people rushed out, led by Hao Yun with a happy face.

"I will see you at the end, miss!"

A group of people knelt down on one knee in unison, all with respect in their eyes.

The news that Shen Qing killed the prince's son in the streets of the imperial capital had already spread throughout Daxia. Such actions undoubtedly slapped the royal family of Daxia severely, and it was even more important for Shen Lie's old department. gas.

"It's good to settle them down."

Shen Qing pointed to a group of villagers following behind, and walked towards the camp:
"Raise the account, call all the generals in the battalion to report the military situation, and call Zhao Yu."

"promise!"

Hao Yun immediately took orders and left.

The big tent of the Chinese army was quickly raised, and generals from all walks of life gathered from the three camps, there were nearly 50 people.

Shen Qing still underestimated the strength of this group of people.

Not counting Hao Yun and others, just the generals who have entered the innate realm, there are nearly twenty of them in the tent at this moment, and three of them have even entered the realm of innate perfection.

They were all stationed in Qianzhou all the year round, and they were not closely connected with the imperial capital, so they survived the purge of the imperial court before.

Shen Qing was dressed in blood, sitting behind the case, and looked at each other with many generals for a while, before speaking:
"Those who doubt my ability to command the army and refuse to obey my orders can withdraw from this account."

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noon.

Zhenbei camp, the big tent of the Chinese army.

Yang Zongxi wore a blue python robe, sat behind the Shuai case, flipped through the files, looked up from time to time to glance at the map of Qianzhou Kanyu hanging on the side, and his brows were slightly frowned.

"Report-"

One of the generals rushed into the account, his expression a little nervous.

"What's the matter?" Yang Zongxi didn't raise his head, he was still flipping through the file in his hand.

"My lord, the spies stationed in the camp of the remnants of the Shen Party sent back news that Shen Qing, the daughter of Shen Lie, arrived at the camp at three o'clock this morning. According to what the spies saw with their own eyes, Shen Qing had entered the innate realm! "

"innate?"

Yang Zongxi's eyes paused for a moment, then he raised his head, his expression turned cold: "Isn't she a Grandmaster? Is she not enchanted?"

"The spy has confirmed it many times. It is undoubtedly a congenital martial artist, definitely not a master." Pianjiang nodded and said: "His behavior is no different from ordinary people, and he is not half crazy. He should not be a monster."

"Understood, if there are other changes, report back as soon as possible."

Yang Zongxi was silent for a long time, and finally waved his hand, indicating that he would retreat.

Bang!
There was a muffled sound in the tent, and the handsome case in front of Yang Zongxi suddenly cracked open, and the file rolled to the ground. Veins appeared on his forehead, blood was about to drip from his eyes, and he slowly squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:
"Yang Zongxian...you crazy dog!"

(End of this chapter)