Ling Feiyang, after all, is too young to understand the specific meaning of his father at this time.

Ling Feng didn't care. He knew that his son would understand the true meaning of leading soldiers one day. It was just a matter of time.

He just hoped that day would come soon.

At the end of the night, Ling Feng inspected the camp for a circle, and the whole person also felt endless fatigue.

The cool breeze at night made him feel no warmth at all.

Ling Feng didn't let people light the campfire, after all, it might make the rear pursuers feel something from afar.

To tell you the truth, in this state, you should not stop. But Ling Feng also knows that all soldiers have reached the limit. If you don't stop to have a rest, something bigger will happen.

There is a string in everyone's mind that is taut when it's tense or dangerous.

If the force is too strong, the string may break.

At that time, I'm afraid it will not be as simple as mutiny!

After seeing nothing, Ling Feng also leaned against a huge stone and sat down with his knees crossed. He was ready to have a rest. Now, the soldiers in black are divided into three routes, and Ling Feng is the leader of this road.

Anyone can fall, but he can't!

Consciousness slowly sank into the sea of knowledge, Ling Feng entered into the meditation, but still kept a touch of Qingming, always paying attention to the situation around him.

Time in the slow passage of time, the twinkling of an eye sunrise, the dawn finally to the whole earth, bring a touch of warmth.

But the same, also brought crisis!

"Boom..."

a faint vibration was introduced into Ling Feng's ears, his eyes were suddenly wide open and his eyebrows were locked!

Without hesitation, he looked in the direction of the vibration, and saw that he sent scouts hundreds of miles away last night, constantly riding horses to the camp!

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Attacked by enemy!"

Hysterical general roar, almost the whole sleep of the enemy wake up, the moment, there is a loud sound resounding.

Some are looking for their own halberds, others are in a hurry to wear armor.

The howling of war horses, the tension of voices, the shouting and horse hissing of people immediately filled the whole camp.

Dozens of miles away from here, the smoke and dust soared into the sky, and the sound of thousands of horses galloping constantly reverberated in my ears.

Chiwei people, chasing!

Ling Feng did not expect that this group of people should have chased over so quickly that they did not give people any breath.

In fact, this is the reason for morale.

Before that, the black army had been sweeping all the way and had never been defeated. Naturally, the morale of the black army had risen to its peak.

However, the so-called climbing high and falling heavily have a terrible impact on the mentality of the soldiers.

But on the other side, the hands are different.

They were very afraid of the black army, but after the easy victory of the war, they suddenly found that the black army, which had made the whole Dachen scared, was not invincible!

Therefore, in fact, there is no sense of exhaustion in the process of constant pursuit. Even the thought that the black army will become history in their own hands, everyone has endless pleasure and excitement.

What's more, Chiwei's army is almost full of soldiers, and all the wounded are lost in yuemajian.

On the side of the black army, Ling Feng has nearly 200000 people under him, but there are tens of thousands of wounded who can't fight and can't go on their way in person!

At this time, it can be said that the crisis has reached the extreme, and Ling Feng immediately judged it. This time, it is absolutely impossible to escape easily, otherwise it will not be long before it will be pursued again.

For now, there seems to be only one way!

"Father, let me lead people to fight with them. Even if we die, we will never let the enemy succeed!"

"That's right, old general, let's kill them. Before we die, we should also pull some cushions and never give them good fruits to eat."