The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　The sun and the moon alternate, night falls, and another day is spent in the land of Nanban.

In the central camp of Dongwangguan, a light was lit, emitting a little light outwards. The orange light showed through the self-operated tent. After sitting on the desk, a pen was shown on the camp. The upright figure.

　　 Zhao Yu is writing a letter.

　　 After the return of the divine consciousness from the depths of the Nanban, he resumed his rest in the camp until the evening. When the sun went down, for some reason, he felt very missed, so Liang Po took a pen and paper and wrote a family letter.

　　 He missed Miss Rouge and the bitter tea she baked.

　　 The young emperor went out to fight, eating and drinking all the same as the soldiers, so he ate a big pot of rice, and also did not bring his favorite bitter tea on weekdays.

The candlelight flickered, and the writing of the young emperor on the letter was like a dragon, but at the same time there was a hint of tenderness. After finishing the last stroke, Zhao Yu folded the letter and patted his hands lightly. Walk in.

　　 Then Zhao Yu spoke softly, and a steady voice sounded throughout the camp.

　　 "Po'er, can there be news from grandma?"

　　 "Back to your majesty, the Empress Dowager Niangniang and Empress Niangniang have left the Tiger Leaping Gorge under the guard of the Fourth Army at noon today, and officially entered the boundary of Mingzhou."

　　 "I know, you go and hand this letter to the Communications Division, and then to Rouge."

　　Zhao Yu stretched out his finger, the silver vitality lingered on it, lightly wiped it on the envelope, and then handed it to Liang Po below, while continuing to speak:

　　 "Is there the latest result of besieging that great teacher?"

　　 After hearing the words, Liang Po took out a fold from his arms and presented it, then a calm and magnetic voice sounded:

　　 "Although the head was taken, it is just a day ghost stiff similar to an external incarnation. The specific content and Sima Gongzi's inference are detailed in Zhezi."

　　Zhao Yu nodded and motioned to Liang Po to put the zhezi aside first, and then the young emperor sounded Liang Po's solemn complaint:

　　 "Your Majesty, Sitian Pagoda sent a message in the afternoon that the position of the **** mole in the ancestors of the deserted people on the mountain and sea map has disappeared.

"Disappeared?"

　　 Zhao Yu frowned slightly, murmured softly, then raised his head and said:

　　 "I have seen Wangjing's Zhezi and said that a mixed blood of barbarians and deserters voluntarily swallowed positioning beads. His status is not low. From this point of view, this person should be an accident."

　　 "According to the inference, the deserter believes in respecting the strong, and his status is second, so he should have been killed."

Liang Po's plain and clear words were full of a strong smell of blood, and Si Tianjian lost his position in the ancestral court of the deserted people, which weakened Da Xia's advantage over enemy intelligence. After all, it was hidden underground. The ancestors of the deserters below are extremely hidden, and it is almost impossible to locate them again.

"Everything went according to plan, but we must speed up the establishment of the defense line, so that Sima Annan and others can rush back as quickly as possible to participate in the final battle. At the same time, the search and rescue mission of the Pengmu team must have a result before noon tomorrow. I still said that. , I want to see people in life, and corpses in death!"

　　After Shen Ning for a moment, the Huanghuangdi sound of the young emperor resounded throughout the central camp.

　　 "No!"

　　 Then the full moon rose up, and the moonlight filled the entire Nanban jungle.

　　 In the central camp at the east-looking stronghold, a figure stepped out gently under the moonlight like water.

　　 After returning from the depths of the Nanban, Zhao Yu, whose head has been aching pain, raised his head and took a deep breath, then gently shook his head, pulled the hood of the Sitianjian robe on his head, and wandered freely outside.

Although the entire Nanban has entered the night, the Dongwang stronghold is still brightly lit at this time. A large number of expedition sergeants have arranged criss-crossing strategic defense lines around the stronghold overnight. At the same time, teams of logistics and transportation teams are working hard to repair the Daji camp. Under the escort, he drove out of the gate of Dongwang Pass, and sent the supplies and other supplies to the remaining three strongholds from the Daxia Road just opened.

　　 This mission of besieging the ancestors of the deserters, the **** mole rat, was named by the Ministry of War, besieged on all sides!

Therefore, a bird's eye view of the entire Nanban periphery from the sky, a team of soldiers in the armor of the Nanban, the torches in their hands formed a long fire dragon, starting from the largest eastward stronghold, winding for hundreds of miles, connecting four in one fell swoop This stronghold formed a big pocket, just like the huge mouth opened by the **** of death, waiting for the death charge of the deserters.

　　 It is worth mentioning that in just one afternoon, in front of the Daxia Road connecting the strongholds, countless outpost fortresses with intervals of only five meters have been erected. Daxia’s efficiency is evident.

Under the moonlight, the figure of the young emperor gradually disappeared. He wandered freely under the wandering of magical powers and ghosts. He did not attract the attention of the soldiers coming and going around. Then a very young conversation came into his ears, Zhao A look of interest appeared on Yu's face.

"Lao Jin, I think the strength we have at this time is much greater than what you have now. I can't remember how many trees I have cut down today, and I still have endless energy all over my body, Lao Jin Don't be unbalanced in your heart."

　　 Then there was a hoarse response sound, and the sound of feet kicking on the armor.

　　 "You little bunnies, thinking that you have a Taoist soul, this tail is up to the sky, let's not tell you, even if I only have one hand now, there is no problem in hitting you all by myself."

During the conversation, at the entrance of the reserve camp at the Dongwang stronghold, under the leadership of a one-armed middle-aged sergeant, a group of young reserve soldiers came face to face. Except for a dark and thin teenager, the rest of them were all in their hands. Carrying a giant axe, they were a little embarrassed, and there were even scratches on their faces, but their eyes were all filled with excitement.

　　 The young man who was kicked a few times by Lao Jin, rubbed his **** with his hand, didn't care, smiled and continued to speak:

　　 "When this Nanban war is over, our reserve must be compared with Lao Jin. If you lose, Lao Jin, you can't stop us from pursuing your daughter. It's the so-called fair lady, gentleman is so good."

　　 Hearing that these reserve boys were still unwilling to kill their daughters, the old Jin stared fiercely, lifted his foot and kicked, and said in an angry voice:

"You little **** don't think that getting your majesty's Taoist reward can meet my standards. I tell you, it's still far away, but Shunzi, I can consider it, Sister-in-law, that sounds good. "

　　 Shunzi, a dark-skinned young man who has always been cheeky, lowered his head embarrassedly when he heard this, and caused a burst of laughter among the young reserve soldiers around him, and even Zhao Yu, who was looking not far away, smiled at the corner of his mouth.

　　 Looking at these vigorous Leizhou teenagers, the young emperor who was relaxing in the night of the Southern Barbarian, felt that this Southern Barbarian expedition had a different meaning.

　　For protection, but also for the future!