In the walls of Xuchang, the rebels' guard posts were wearing thick military coats. On such cold nights, a breath would make ice on their beards. It was not a good thing to be assigned to duty at this point, let alone a huge force threatening the other end of the horizon.

The veteran in charge of alert patted his companion, rubbed his frozen hands and said, "Help me watch for a while, I will smoke a cigarette and I will freeze to death."

After the veteran finished speaking, he squatted under the cover of the city wall and lit a cigarette. Although smoking on duty at night is a taboo, as long as he squats on the ground, the sniper will not be able to blow his head.

"Hey, I'm stuck in the city all day long. When will it be?" The soldier swept the distance with a night vision telescope and complained.

"Haha, don't say, we are depressed, ** is even more depressed. They can't capture the city. When the next wave of collapse comes, they will suffer. Now they are more anxious than us. The commander's staff probably can't sleep."

"Haha, you said Leng Yuan is so stupid that he can only make a brainless pig to make a sudden progress. He only fought a few battles in the first few battles. Now he was stopped by the sect with one move, and the entire team was depressed."

The smoking veteran laughed so hard that he choked his trachea. He coughed and laughed, and tears were almost flowing out: "That's not, who is our boss? When the General Sect commanded the army, let alone Leng Yuan, even her ancestors were still wearing diapers! This woman could only rush to kill the enemy. In terms of command, it was far from being apart!"

"Hahaha, don't say anything. If General Leng Luan saw his daughter being so cowardly, he would probably be angry!" The soldier mocked sarcastically, and he quickly talked and made fun of the deceased, but after he finished speaking, he did not get a response from the veteran.

Xiaobing thought he was a veteran, but after all, the military organization has been completely disrupted these days, and his comrades around him don’t know which old army they came from. They may not be sure that they were soldiers under General Leng Luan’s command in the old era. They would definitely be unhappy when they heard that the deceased leader was ridiculed.

The soldier was about to change the subject with a smile, but suddenly, an abnormal smell of blood was smelled between his nose.

On this night near minus twenty degrees Celsius, the cold air inhaled, the nose was already frozen and numb, and the olfactory function was greatly weakened. If you could still smell something at this time, it would only mean that the smell was very strong.

The soldier looked at the side in confusion, and the next second, he was frightened and frightened.

The city wall at this position is facing the enemy's attack direction. Although it is late at night, it is not three steps, one sentry, five steps, and one post, but there are at least ten people on duty on the 100-meter-long city wall.

But now, when the soldiers looked around, the other nine guard posts, including the veteran who squatted on the ground and smoked the other second, had lost their heads! Their heads were cut down by some sharp weapon in one go, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror, but the warm blood formed ice shattered shortly after it was sprayed out, so there was no movement.

Next to these corpses, there were some people in black clothes standing there. After killing the enemy's head, they quietly held the fallen head, held the corpse, and gently placed it on the ground. There was no sound in the whole process, like ghosts.

The soldier was about to scream when he suddenly felt a black shadow coming to him, and then his mouth was covered, killing his voice in his throat.

This is a girl who is so beautiful that it is indescribable. What kind of eyes are they? It is like the dark and deep night sky, revealing the ancient ink color, and there are dark lights under the reflection of the night, like a priceless gem.

The girl's figure is very petite, about 1.5 meters tall, and she is relatively thin. She looks very well-behaved and delicate. Her little hand covering her mouth is as flawless as white jade. She can even feel a touch of warmth in the palm of her palm, refreshing her heart.

However, the bloody smile on the girl's face destroyed this suffocating beauty. She smiled cruelly, and the curve of the corners of her lips looked like a silver hook, as if she was looking at a corpse.

The next moment, with a precise and rapid slash, the soldier felt that his originally frozen neck was suddenly liberated, and it was completely liberated, losing any restraint, and flew into the air lightly and melodiously, like a flying bird...

...

Xuchang suddenly trembled the sleeping political commissar in the mansion and woke up. He murmured a few words, rubbed his cold arms, and got up irritably.

I have insomnia, and I have insomnia again!

Since Ge Lie died in the battle at Pingding Mountain, the Republic's Zhihui army came to Xuchang City, and the political commissar has not slept for a few good nights. Not only did he lose one of his main combat power, but he was also because the season is now turning from late autumn to early winter, and he was so cold that he was vaguely invading his old rheumatism again.

Of course there is another reason, one reason why he is frightened when he thinks of it...

The political commissar put on a thick cotton jacket and wanted to make a pot of tea, but found that the hot water poured into the thermos before going to bed had already cooled down. He shook his head: "It's so damn bad luck."

The political commissar breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the chair, rubbed his swollen temples, and said loudly: "Guardian, come here to make a pot of boiling water."

Soon, the door opened, and the cold wind came in, shaking the political commissar who was facing away from the door. He rubbed his arms and frowned and said, "Come in quickly, the door closes."

The door was gently closed, and with the sound of light footsteps, the visitor walked to the political commissar and placed the kettle on the table.

"Well, let it go." The political commissar was about to take the kettle when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Whose hand is this?!

The hand holding the kettle was as white as the snowflakes in early winter, so clear that even the faint blue veins and blood vessels could be seen, just like flawless porcelain, which made people reluctant to touch it, for fear of destroying it.

The political commissar was very clear to the guards around him. They were called out to the point of being called out when practicing guns and boxing. They were so thick that they felt like they were touching sand paper. How could they have such skin? This looked like the little hand of the yellow girl!

While the political commissar was sitting stiffly, the visitor slowly let go of the kettle, walked silently to the front of him, pulled the chair and sat on it, and then put two long legs with slender and tempting curves on the table.

Cold sweat had already oozed out of the political commissar's forehead, and it quickly freezes in the cold winter temperature, falling off, turning into ice crystals and falling onto the table. His face twisted like a wrinkled tiger skin, and his voice was as heavy as a pool of stagnant water: "You have learned this signature move of Leng Yuan, ink bones."
Chapter completed!