Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

The answer to her was silence.

She looked at the barracks and smiled. The agreement between her and Mu Xiong is today. I'm afraid, everyone in the barracks thought that the real confrontation was after dawn. Of course, after the hour, it is a new day. Who stipulated that she could not act in the Yinshi after Zishi, the time when people are most deprived?

Five hundred people challenged more than nine thousand people, so she wouldn't be so stupid to fight head-on.

"Remember what I gave you, don't let this Sir Alex down! Go." Mu Qingge's coquettish red lips aroused in the night.

As her voice fell. Five hundred shadows behind him rushed down the mountain one after another, the target-Mujiajun camp.

The black figure blended into the night, and headed towards the Mu's army camp like a dark elf...

Down the mountain, Mu's army camp.

In the main account, candles are bright.

Several adjutants were sitting around them. On the round table was a plate of peanuts and some marinated meat. Alcohol is not allowed in the barracks, and even a few people will not violate them, just use tea instead.

It was a bit contradictory to see them all armed and relaxed.

One of the adjutants stood up, poured tea for the other more qualified adjutants, and then sat down. He smiled and said, "I don’t know how the old general wanted to drop, but he actually agreed to accompany the little Lord. Let’s not say that the five hundred troops in the little Lord’s hand are not the elites in the camp, even if these 500 people are the top in the army. A master, wanting to break into the barracks with this strength and draw a handsome banner is simply fantastic."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone nodded in agreement: "Yes. We have been leading soldiers for a lifetime. We have tried more with less, but the disparity in military strength is so great, and we want to win. It's just a dream."

The other lieutenant smiled and said bluntly: "If this can make the little Sir Alex win, I don't need the old general to punish me, and I don't deserve to continue to lead troops."

"The old general, too, can be fooled by the little Lord Sir. If these five hundred people are given to General Bear for training according to what we said before, they might still be worth seeing. In the end, they were taken away by the little Lord and promised. Such a ridiculous game. Humph." The lieutenant who spoke was very dissatisfied. It seemed that if it were not for Mu Xiong's affection, his words would be even more unbearable.

In fact, why don't these people think so in their hearts?

Can Mu Qingge train soldiers? Five hundred people will be used to fight against their army of nearly ten thousand people?

Are you kidding me? !

Several people were dismissive and dissatisfied. It was only because of Mu Xiong that he could not say anything. At this moment, they very much hope that the game will end and that Mu Qingge will lose.

At that time, they can speak bluntly to the old general. It's better to bring the little Sir Alex back. This barracks is not the place for his delicate and expensive family children to come. Just stay wherever it is cool. This is enough nonsense.

The few people exchanged their eyes, all of them regarded this game, which was not a level at all, as a childlike farce.

It's just that because their general Mu Xiong loves his Sun eagerly, they are allowed to play with the children, who are commanding the killing on the battlefield.

Several people used tea instead of wine, touched them, and drank the tea.

Suddenly, they found that the head of the adjutant sitting in the main seat, Adjutant Xiong had been silent all the time, and his mood seemed a little heavy.

One person put down the tea bowl in his hand and asked curiously: "General Xiong, what's wrong with you?"

Lieutenant Xiong heard the question and slowly raised his eyes without speaking.

The other people exchanged glances, and the person who asked the first question again said: "General Xiong, are you worried that our brothers will suffer at the hands of the little Lord? If so, you look down on the brothers too much."