"I heard that there are people in our town's southern army to capture slaves and sell slaves..." When everyone's mood calmed down, Jin Ling whispered, "The death of the two immortal general-level commanders a few days ago was on the way to capture slaves..."

"Shh! Sigh in a low voice!" An older soldier immediately stopped him from speaking.

"What's wrong?" Jin Ling pretended to be confused, "I think the death of the three brothers in the robe is inseparable from this matter... Maybe it's the owner of the flying eagle pattern, who is eyeing us..."

When these words were said, all the soldiers were shocked.

"Brother, do you want to die?" The old soldier was very nervous. "You can eat food and you can't talk nonsense. We, and we have also participated in the capture of slaves, and our hands were covered with a lot of blood from local natives. If so, if so..."

"It's not me talking nonsense." Jin Ling lowered his voice, with a mysterious look on his face. "Think about it, the owner of the flying eagle pattern is so powerful. It has caused the entire Nanli Continent to be chaotic and almost interrupted. Even the commander of the Immortal General level died at his hands."

"The key is that so far, no one knows what he looks like. In other words, even if he stands opposite you, you don't know if he is the Lord of the Flying Eagle Pattern." He pointed to his nose, "For example, if I am the Lord of the Flying Eagle Pattern, can you recognize it?"

The soldiers were stunned, nervous, and looked at him vigilantly. It wasn't that impossible!

However, everyone laughed again immediately, laughing louder and louder. This is obviously impossible. If this rash strange soldier was the Lord of the Flying Eagle Pattern, the first thing he had to do was to kill himself and could he talk about it here?

Because of this sentence, the soldiers dispelled their doubts about Jin Ling.

At this time, another team of soldiers came over, and the commander who led the team shouted to them: "What are you doing here? Why don't you hurry up and help search? Maybe the murderer has sneaked into the camp!"

The sergeant team calmed down and prepared to go on patrol.

"Brothers, please bring me with you too." Jin Ling looked worried.

"What's the point of following us? Go and find your squad." said the sergeant among the squadrons.

"I'm scared." Jin Ling said, "I've gotten separated from them. They must have gone on patrol too. If I return to the camp now, I will definitely not be able to find anyone. Moreover, I am alone, if I am a murderer..."

"No, this is not in line with the rules." The squad leader said firmly.

"Not complying with the rules?" Jin Ling smiled.

"Why are you laughing at?" The Chief Soldier was stunned. In his opinion, this smile was not only strange, but also terrifying.

"I suddenly remembered something funny." Jin Ling said seriously.

The sergeant was confused. At this time of chaos, this kid was so heartless that he even remembered something funny?

"Go away quickly." A sergeant urged impatiently.

"It's because I remembered a funny story." Jin Ling said, "It was said that an assassin disguised himself as a sergeant and entered the barracks to assassinate him. Then the sergeants in the barracks did not recognize him, and as a result, these sergeants were killed by the assassins behind their backs."

The soldiers were stunned. At this time, tell this story?

Some people already feel cold behind their backs.

It was really cold. Because a long sword had pierced from the back, he penetrated it into a cold heart. Looking at the tip of the bloody sword that was coming out of his chest, he had not even reacted.

"It's him!" a soldier shouted in panic.

But everyone had time to shout one or two times, the sword light flew around, and blood sprayed. In the blink of an eye, the sergeant of the squad died on the spot.

Jin Ling shook his head and sighed, "I was not going to kill you, but it's so bad that you told you that you were covered with a lot of blood from local native slaves. If you said this, you would be embarrassed."

He casually collected the property, weapons and equipment of these soldiers, kicked the corpse into a corner that was not easy to be noticed, and then rubbed his hands, and the fire power was stimulated, and the fire was set on the surroundings. Seeing the fire burning, a burst of pleasure rose in his heart. He found a burning wood, wiped out the fire, and used charcoal as a pen to draw a flying eagle pattern on the wall next to a tent.

After doing this, he quickly retreated and headed in another direction.

Turning around a tent, I saw another group of soldiers coming when I heard the sound.

"What a panic!" the sergeant shouted, "What a moral thing about the Zhennan Army camp!"

"It's on fire!" Jin Ling pointed in the direction he came.

When the sergeant saw that, it was not so hot, and it was already burning.

"Put the fire quickly!" The soldiers hurriedly looked for water to put out the fire. Taking this opportunity, Jin Ling walked into the depths of the camp. Along the way, as long as he found a suitable opportunity, he set fire. Until he reached the depths of the camp, the entire camp had reached eight places.

It was late at night and the soldiers were in a panic, and no one could care about him.

......

In the central army's tent, Ye Zhilie, the commander of Zhennan Army who was resting with his eyes closed, was disturbed by the noise and panic coming one after another, and he frowned.

"Report! Commander, fires broke out in many places in the camp!" Some people came to report.

"Who set the fire?" Ye Zhilie was already violent, and he could not suppress his temper when he heard about this.

"No, I don't know." Eye-Ear reports, "No one has seen the arsonist yet."

At this time, another person came to report: "Master, I found that many corpses were killed in the chaos! And......"

"And what!" Ye Zhilie roared.

"And there was a flying eagle mark left on the nearby wall!" The ear said in panic.

"Boom!" Ye Zhilie knocked the desk in front of him into pieces with one palm, and cursed with gritted teeth, "This flying eagle pattern master is too bullying! I have never known him and have no grudges. These days he has been killing slave capturing teams from all over the world against me! Now he is blatantly breaking into the southern army camp of our town!"

At this time, many generals and officials under him also heard the news and gathered in the camp, looking at each other.

"How could this Lord of the Flying Eagle Mark be so brave to break into the base camp of the South Army in our town?" The subordinates were in a panic.

"Is he confident of dealing with the strong man of the Immortal General?"

"Who is he? So difficult!"

Everyone was talking.

"No matter who he is, he is dead!" Ye Zhilie said angrily, "If I, Ye Zhilie, don't crush him tonight, this matter will be spread tomorrow. The people in the city will laugh at me, Ye Zhilie's incompetence! The camp has been taken over!"

Speaking of this, he remembered something, waved his hand to a confidant subordinate, and said a few words in his ear nervously. The subordinate nodded, then left the base camp and headed behind, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

"Everyone, go out with me! Let's patrol around! See who the Lord of the Flying Eagle Sign is!" Ye Zhilie stepped out of the central army's tent.
Chapter completed!