The dense forest at night is quiet and dark, and the increasingly dense raindrops in the sky add a bit of tranquility to the forest. However, all this was broken by the sudden influx of soldiers into the forest.

The soldiers who came in to search for Mu Xiaojiu and the three of them all brought hats, torches in their hands, and their feet creaked in the dense forest from time to time. As soon as these soldiers entered the dense forest, they startled countless birds.

Of course, such a situation is actually great for Mu Xiaojiu.

There was such a loud noise in the dark forest, and there were torches in his hand, which was simply a live target. Mu Xiaojiu didn't even need to search for them, he could easily find them.

And now Mu Xiaojiu, the means of killing are not ordinary.

Sitting on the branches of a towering tree, Mu Xiaojiu had a leaf in his mouth, a red-clothed knife in his boots, and a small bag hanging from his waist, which was full of bits and pieces, not very large stones—these small stones had just been picked up on the ground.

At this moment, Mu Xiaojiu was staring at a few soldiers who were slowly walking towards this side, to be precise, they were actually looking at the torches in their hands.

He was waiting, waiting for the soldiers to slowly come closer, until there were no more trees between him and the soldiers. Therefore, his heart is slowly counting silently: "Three, two, one......"

With a scream of "Boom", a stone bounced out of Mu Xiaojiu's hand, breaking the silence in the woods for a moment, and then, a soldier was instantly hit by the stone that Mu Xiaojiu popped out, and died of his breath.

At the same time, Mu Xiaojiu jumped down from the tree in an instant, and the red-clothed knife was also pulled out of his leg. At the moment of landing, Mu Xiaojiu jumped out quietly like a big cat, rushing into the soldiers who were a little flustered.

Under the light of the fire, the sword light flashed suddenly, but in a moment, the remaining nineteen soldiers were taken by Mu Xiaojiu in an instant, and they didn't even have time to return their hands, so they could only let out a panicked shout in vain.

It was also at this moment that Mu Xiaojiu suddenly blew a leaf whistle, and then casually extinguished the two torches carried by the twenty soldiers, and then turned around and left, slowly disappearing into the dense forest.

Blowing the leaf whistle, in fact, Mu Xiaojiu was worried that the cries made by those soldiers would not be able to attract the attention of other soldiers and attract people over.

You must know that with so many soldiers acting together, the efficiency is actually very high, so Mu Xiaojiu must constantly attract their attention and make them tired.

While walking through the dense forest, Mu Xiaojiu casually made some traces.

"Hey, what's going on over there? Come and check it out! Not far away, there was a shout from the two points of firelight, Mu Xiaojiu turned his head and glanced at it casually, and did not pay attention to it, but continued to walk forward.

After walking for more than forty steps, Mu Xiaojiu saw a group of people walking in his direction in front of him.

Looking up at the surrounding trees, Mu Xiaojiu smiled silently, jumped up the tree again, and then blew the leaves in his mouth again.

The old trick was repeated, but it was still useful, and in a few moments, these twenty people also left their lives here. And Mu Xiaojiu, who was after killing people, naturally left again.

……

Half an hour later.

Mu Xiaojiu looked back at the soldiers who had been thrown off by him, shook his head and sighed, blew the leaf whistle again, and then scolded, "A bunch of useless guys, do you want me to keep reminding you where I am?" ”

After blowing the leaf whistle, he picked up the small bag containing the stones, then helped the hat on his head that he had snatched from the heads of the Qing soldiers, squatted down and began to pick up the stones.

The small stone is running out, so let's add a little bit first.

In this half an hour, except for the first time when he killed four teams of soldiers on the incense stick, he took these soldiers around in circles in the forest for the rest of the time. It is estimated that at this point, the traces in the forest are basically worthless.

So he planned to take these soldiers to play for a while, and then just leave.

After a while, the firelight began to get closer and closer, and Mu Xiaojiu ran forward for a short while, and then blew a leaf whistle and turned over the tree.

In fact, at this time, those soldiers also found out that Mu Xiaojiu was completely teasing them, but at this moment, they had already been tricked out of their hearts by Mu Xiaojiu, so they naturally refused to give up easily.

Of course, in fact, the main reason for not giving up is that Mu Xiaojiu hasn't killed much in the back, and at most he will kill one with a snap of his fingers at a time.

After a short while, Mu Xiaojiu watched a group of idiot-like Qing soldiers running under him without raising their heads with torches, and then rolled his eyes.

After those Qing soldiers slowly walked away, Mu Xiaojiu, who felt that it was really boring, stretched his waist, jumped off the tree, changed directions, and walked in the direction of the camp.

There is actually a very important reason why he didn't kill these soldiers, if there were no these soldiers, who would publicize his Mu Xiaojiu's feat for him in the Qing Dynasty? If no one publicized his feat, how could those dormant Central Plains martial arts people on the side of the Qing Dynasty rise up to fight?

Not only these soldiers, but also the soldiers on the outside.

At the camp, a full 500 soldiers were patrolling in turn. However, Mu Xiaojiu, who had already left the dense forest, walked towards the camp as if he hadn't seen these soldiers.

"What people! Don't move! Ahead is—"

Mu Xiaojiu rushed forward suddenly, only to see a flash of the sword, and the person who shouted had already been slashed by him, but his footsteps didn't even stop, and rushed directly towards the camp tent that originally belonged to Yang Kang in the center of the camp.

That general must have been inside, because he would never have imagined that one of the three of Mu Xiaojiu and the others would already be injured, but there would still be someone who would turn around and assassinate him again.

And as a general, he naturally has to live in the middle.

"Come on! Someone broke into the camp! This shout instantly woke up the general, who was already about to fall asleep.

Someone broke into the camp again? How is this possible?

However, the figure that rushed in told him that anything was possible.

There is no way, the camp is not big, Mu Xiaojiu rushed inside with all his strength, and those soldiers all had the same idea as their general, "no one will come to assassinate them a second time", and the guards were loose, in this case, these soldiers had no way to effectively stop Mu Xiaojiu.

Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that this time to break into the camp, Mu Xiaojiu felt that it was a little too simple. After killing seven or eight people, he actually reached the middle and entered the central camp where the general was.

"Tsk, you went to bed early, do you want me to leave and let you sleep a little longer?"

Mu Xiaojiu knew very well that before those soldiers outside rushed in, he could kill this general at least twice, so he still had the leisure to make a joke with the general.

The general finally reacted, rolled to the side, picked up his spear, and cursed secretly in his heart: Are those people sent out all waste? Four hundred people searched in the woods, and they even let this guy run over!

Seeing that he picked up the spear, Mu Xiaojiu pursed his lips, suddenly took a step forward, and when he raised his hand, a sword qi shot away.

The general didn't dare to hold it up, and he shook the spear and wanted to provoke Mu Xiaojiu's sword qi. However, the moment the spear head and Mu Xiaojiu's sword qi touched, he understood that he had taken it for granted.

"Hum", the spear that was hit by the sword qi suddenly trembled violently, starting from the tip of the spear, and slowly trembled to the tail of the spear, which shocked the general's pair of strong and powerful hands but it was difficult to hold the spear, and as soon as the hand was released, the spear fell to the ground in an instant.

And at this moment, Mu Xiaojiu had already come to his side.

"Goodbye." Just two words, falling into the ears of the general, but it was like the sound of the death knell, which suddenly made his whole person like a lightning strike.

The next moment, Mu Xiaojiuyi pointed at his heart.

"Killing the Saint and Killing the Immortals ......"

When the soldiers finally rushed into the camp, they were greeted only by the dead and frightened face of their own general. And Mu Xiaojiu has long been unknown, and the only thing that can prove that Mu Xiaojiu has been here, in addition to the general's corpse, is probably only the leaf on the chest of the general's corpse.

After a while, at last, the general's adjutant got rid of his trembling state, mustered up the courage to step forward, and reached out to take the leaf.

After picking up the leaf, the adjutant found that for some reason, someone had worn a three-word hollow imprint on the leaf, and those three words were "Mu Xiaojiu".

"Wooden ...... Small...... Nine. The adjutant read out the three words on the leaf in turn, and then hesitated solemnly for a long time before finally turning his head and saying, "The general is dead, and now I am the supreme commander." Go and go into the woods and call back all the brothers who had gone into the woods to search. Find another herald who is good at equestrian and clever to go back, and report to the adults in the city, saying that the general is dead, and let them report it as soon as possible. Others stepped up their precautions and rested here for the night before returning to the city tomorrow. ”

Those soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, and after looking at each other for a long time, they finally nodded and went their separate ways.

The adjutant turned around, took a piece of cloth from the side and put it on the general's body, then sighed, looked at the camp with some fear, and turned away without looking back.

I'm afraid that this tent is not under the curse of "whoever lives and who dies", the little prince lived in it before, and the little prince was assassinated; Now the general lives in it, and the general was assassinated on the same day.

"Hey, I can't live, I don't dare to live......" The adjutant shuddered.