Night falls quietly.

On the wasteland, a group of riding figures were speeding toward the Great Wall.

When their figures appeared on the blurry horizon under the moonlight, more than thirty people in the group dismounted and put their horses back in the opposite direction.

Then, they took out the thick cloth they had prepared in advance, wrapped it around their feet, and started walking slowly in the snow-covered wilderness.

The darkening night gave them good cover, and this group of capable warriors quietly arrived at the foot of the Great Wall.

They came with a mission...

These thirty-seven people are all the most outstanding warriors from Dajin (here refers to Houjin). They received direct orders from the Khan to enter the Central Plains and carry out a secret mission.

This task may take a long time, long enough to take them the rest of their lives.

This mission is also very dangerous, so dangerous that if it is exposed, they will die immediately.

However, they don't care, they have already made up their minds to dedicate everything to this mission.

Because their success may change the fate of the entire Daikin.

Of course, in this plan, Daming naturally plays the role of villain and victim...

"Master Ba, I've seen it. There is indeed no one on the nearby beacon tower."

The middle-aged man who said this was wearing a very common jacket and was dressed just like the people from the Central Plains.

And the "Ba Ye" who received his report was also about the same age and dress.

Obviously, these people plan to "lurk" in the Central Plains for a long time. Before setting off, they have undergone rigorous training. Not only can they speak very fluent Chinese, but they can also make statements about their own life experience and origins...

A thorough explanation with basically no flaws.

"Well..." Mr. Ba pondered for a moment and then continued, "Natan, you take the lead and go up first. After confirming that there is nothing abnormal above, give us the signal."

"Yes." After receiving the order, Natan acted immediately. He retreated a few meters away from the city wall, stepped on it (by this time they had taken off the cloth from their feet), and leaped up.

Then, he used the city wall to rub his feet in mid-air, and then swam all the way up the wall, reaching the Great Wall quite easily.

Not long after, his companions below saw him sticking his head out and made a "Follow me" gesture.

So, the remaining thirty or so people, led by Ba Ye, climbed up the city wall in a similar way; for experts like them, jumping up the city wall was a piece of cake.

"Okay... not bad." When the last person climbed over the battlement, Ba Ye, who had been silently counting, said in a low voice.

The next second, he was ready to order to jump over the wall and "enter the border".

Unexpectedly, suddenly...

"Everyone, stay here for now." A man's voice came from high up.

Just this sentence caused the thirty-seven people present to tremble. They all reacted on guard in the direction of the sound almost at the same time.

"Did you forget something?" Then, the man said something again.

At the same time, a black and rumbling object was thrown down from the beacon tower.

With the moonlight and their excellent eyesight, the Houjin warriors could see that the thing was a human head before it even hit the ground.

The head fell to the ground and rolled right next to Natan's feet. Although the long hair of the head was scattered and scattered, covering half of its face, Natan could tell at a glance that this was the one he had bribed in advance.

"General Flag", it was this person who... withdrew the soldiers who were supposed to be standing guard on this beacon tonight.

"Ba Ye, this is..." Natan immediately turned his head, wanting to remind Ba Ye.

However, Ba Ye didn't seem to need his reminder. He just raised his hand to indicate that the other party didn't need to say any more.

"Who is coming...?" After a breath, Ba Ye looked up at the beacon tower and asked this question word by word.

He had no intention of covering up anything, because the moment he saw the head, he already knew that what he was about to face would be a fight.

"Haha..." After hearing this question, the person on the beacon tower also chuckled, and raised his voice, chanting loudly, "The first level of the Great Wall..."

After saying this first sentence, his figure appeared on the edge of the beacon tower.

"Thousands of years of wind and rain have cast a shadow..."

When the second sentence came out, the cold moonlight happened to shine on the weapon in the man's hand... it was a long spear.

"Millions of heroes are not here today..."

After the third sentence came out, the man jumped up with a gun, rolled around in the air for half a week, and then got off the beacon tower.

"A single shot and a bold move... Tired Meng is back!"

By the time the last three words were spoken, [Jianmenghui] was already standing proudly with a gun and a pestle.

Although his poem is not very neat, the domineering tone in his words is genuine.

The warriors took a closer look and saw a young man with a fair face (compared to most men at that time, most players looked fair and delicate), wearing a strange-looking black armor, standing tall with a gun.

Although the moonlight is not bright tonight, his armor still exudes a clear halo, and the spear in his hand also emits waves of indescribable chill.

"Hmph..." Mr. Ba snorted coldly when he saw this person, and then praised, "Good!" He paused, "What a 'lone gun'!"

Having said this, he simply raised his voice and shouted to his companions behind him: "Brothers! This guy is a good guy... Give him a good time!"

With this order from him, the dozens of Houjin warriors rushed out almost at the same moment.

The space on the city wall is very narrow, so it should be very difficult for so many people to attack the same target...

However, these post-gold warriors can do it.

Their cooperation is so tacit that no words are needed... and it can be seamless.

In less than a second, the thirty-six people had dispersed neatly, divided into the center, the air, the two wings... and all came to attack Juanmenghui; this was undoubtedly their first time fighting on the Great Wall, but their

He acted like he was doing something he had practiced countless times.

quick!

This is the first feeling after returning from a tired dream.

Even as a player whose physical fitness has already exceeded human limits, he did not dare to be secretly frightened by the speed of the enemies in front of him.

But the most terrifying thing is not the speed, but the action pattern of these people...

They are not the same person, but they are better than one person.

This group of post-Jin warriors is like a whole composed of thirty-six bodies, each part of which is serving the whole, with no regard for their own safety, life and death...

Their offensive is advancing layer by layer like a raging wave, surging continuously. Even if the people at the front are pierced by guns, cut off, or even turned into meat by the energy... the people behind will not hesitate at all - they will continue

Attack until you achieve your goal.

Facing such a team, without sufficient determination, or with the help of long-range means such as bows and arrows, even if ten times their number are sent to fight, it is difficult to say who will win and who will lose...

But now, Juan Meng is still a "lone gunman", a veritable "one man in charge"...

In the eyes of others, this is simply a desperate situation.

However, the tired dream returns... but his face is as sinking as water, and he is dancing with his gun in hand.

In an instant, blood flowers bloomed.

A little bit of cold light reminds me of my life, and a lot of gun shadows steal my soul.

In a matter of moments, thirty-six elite masters were killed by him, leaving no trace of their armor behind. No one was spared.

And the thirty-seventh person...the last person was staring at the scene in front of him with bloodshot eyes and disbelief.

He really couldn't believe that his brothers who depended on each other for life and death... those strong men who were one against ten in the tribe could be killed by a mere Central Plains man in an instant, without leaving any trace behind... without any retaliation.

Power.

"You... are also heroes." Juanmeng returned the gun and raised it at an angle, with the tip of the gun pointing down, letting the blood on the gun slowly drip. "So, I will also give you a good pleasure."

Ba Ye gritted his teeth and stood trembling angrily.

Only he can understand his mood at the moment.

Ba Ye and his brothers with different surnames have decided to dedicate everything to this mission; they can accept death or failure.

But he couldn't accept this ending now.

"Kill me too." Ba Ye did not think for too long before making this request. "I have no shame in going back to face the Khan, and I don't want to abandon my brothers... to live alone in the world."

His request was reasonable and reasonable. Since the mission was hopeless and resistance was futile, it was better to let the other party fulfill his request.

"No, it's not time for you to die yet." Unexpectedly, Juan Meng still refused.

"What?" Mr. Ba looked surprised and a little excited, "What do you mean? Are you insulting me?"

Juanmeng also shook his head: "I won't kill you because... before you die, you have one more thing that you must complete."

Mr. Ba snorted coldly: "Hmph... Do you think I will betray..."

"Wrong." Juanmeng interrupted before he could tell his wrong guess, "I just want you to go back to your khan and explain everything that happened here tonight...

Tell him everything."

"You..." The expression on Mr. Ba's face was confused. After thinking for a moment, he sneered, "I understand, you think... Khan will be scared and give up after hearing what happened tonight...

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To be continued...