Chapter 194

"What sound?"

"What is this movement?"

"What happened outside?"

Chen Yan keenly sensed that something was wrong, opened his eyes suddenly, and asked.

"A Xiong, they seem to be shouting, kill you, capture little brother me alive!" Yuwen Ze's eyes flashed with panic, his back felt cold, and he responded.

In order to make the plan to lure the enemy realistic, he even sent Zhu Yi and Lu Cangfeng out...

The defense of the Central Army Camp is actually relatively weak.

"Lord Chen Yan, Prince Heir of Jin, something bad, Jinghong Society thieves have attacked!"

"They came from all directions, almost in full force, at least thirty thousand people!"

A Jingzhou soldier rushed into the tent and reported.

"You say how many?!"

"Thirty thousand?"

"Where did the Jinghong Society get thirty thousand people?!"

Hearing that number, Yuwen Ze was shocked, retreated several steps, almost couldn't stand firm, and exclaimed in surprise.

That's not three hundred, not three thousand, but thirty thousand!

In the intelligence, the estimate of the number of Jinghong Society was at most eight or nine thousand, right?

Where did the extra twenty thousand come from?

"Subordinate also doesn't know!"

The soldier shook his head and said truthfully.

After a pause, he continued, "Two Lords, what should be done now?"

"No, not right!"

Chen Yan clenched the armrest of the chair, forced himself to calm down, and at the same time his brain ran at high speed, muttering: "Why would the Jinghong Society come out in full force?"

"And how did they find my Central Army Camp?"

In the emergency situation, Chen Yan noticed something unusual...

The thirty thousand Jinghong Society people didn't take the bait according to his plan, but rushed straight to the Central Army Camp, and were accurate, ghostly, and caught them off guard...

There is a big problem in this ring after ring!

Chen Yan didn't have time to think carefully, and saw a few people walk into the tent, and the leader said: "Because I am informing!"

"Otherwise, how could my Jinghong Society army easily lock onto the location of Lord Chen Yan and go straight to the yellow dragon?"

Immediately after, the few people who entered the tent stepped forward quickly and stabbed the reporting soldier to death with a knife.

"Sima Han?"

Chen Yan recognized at a glance who the leader was, and while surprised, questioned: "How could it be you?!"

"When did you surrender to the Jinghong Society?!"

He is not someone else, but the Jingzhou Sima who stayed behind in Kuocang Peak, Han Changluan!

Undoubtedly, it was his internal and external cooperation that caused Chen Yan's crystal to be stolen and trapped in the heavy encirclement of the Jinghong Society!

Even if the calculation is sky-high, it was defeated by an internal traitor...

"As a dignified Jingzhou Sima, a person of a great clan, why would you submit to being a thief?" Yuwen Ze looked at Han Changluan's face, couldn't figure it out, and questioned.

Sima is a high official in Jingzhou besides the Inspector, Chief Clerk, and Sima, and the authority is not small...

And Han Changluan himself is from the Anding Han clan, a real local famous family in Jingzhou!

What reason does such a person have to collude with the Jinghong Society?

"Two Lords, you are very wrong about this..."

Han Changluan heard this, couldn't help but laugh, shook his head, and laughed heartily: "I, Han Changluan, am originally a member of the Jinghong Society, and also a founding member of the Jinghong Society!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the two.

"What?!"

Chen Yan's eyes widened, and he was startled.

His face was full of disbelief.

"Lord Chen Yan, you seem very surprised?"

Han Changluan took in Chen Yan's reaction, raised his chin, and said playfully: "Then might as well tell you an interesting piece of news..."

"Hmm?" Chen Yan came back to his senses and stared at him intently.

"He Ruodun's guard was long ago bought by a big shot in Chang'an..."

Han Changluan smiled ambiguously and said: "We know all your movements along the way!"

"It's ridiculous that you still boast of being smart!"

Between the lines, it was full of mockery.

Not to mention movements, even every move was under surveillance at all times...

What does this yellow-mouthed kid Chen Yan have to fight them?

In Han Changluan's eyes, the famous young military god was nothing more than that!

"What?!"

"An internal traitor was also planted in our team?!"

Chen Yan was astonished, suddenly realized, pointed his trembling finger at Han Changluan, and said, "No wonder that woman set an ambush on our path?!"

Everything could be explained...

Only an internal traitor could leak the whereabouts and pass messages to the Jinghong Society along the way...

Moreover, adding the Han Changluan in front of him, he was still an indefensible double internal traitor!

"I have to say, you Chen Yan still have some ability..."

Han Changluan smacked his lips, looked at Chen Yan with interest, and sighed.

After a pause, he continued: "Able to see through Mu Baizhi's strategy and kill her!"

"But in the end, the road is high by one foot, and the devil is high by ten feet!"

Speaking of this, Han Changluan's sense of achievement was born.

What Great Zhou Poetry Immortal, what young military god, what Zhuque Mirror Keeper, no matter how capable, no matter how many means, didn't he also become his prisoner, a turtle in a jar?

Suddenly, a scolding sound came from outside the Central Army Tent:

"Damn it!"

"It's really refreshing to kill a Zhou soldier with one slash!"

"Where is that Great Zhou Poetry Immortal?"

"Bring him out quickly and let me take a look!"

Immediately after, the man walked into the Central Army Tent, the ghost-head broadsword cast from pig iron slanted on his shoulder, the blood beads condensed on the blade flowed down the curved back of the blade, dragging a winding blood trail on the ground.

He was wearing half a tiger skin, revealing his knotted bronze-colored arms, on which old and new scars were intertwined, the most ferocious one slashed diagonally from his collarbone to his ribs, and fine blood beads were seeping out at the moment.

"Xiong Ansheng, how is the disposal outside?"

Han Changluan looked at the burly man and asked.

"The resisting Zhou soldiers have been killed, and those who surrendered have also been disarmed and tied up..."

"Can't make any waves!"

Xiong Ansheng snorted, put his hand on his waist, and responded.

After a pause, he continued: "Where is my overflowing wealth?"

As he spoke, he raised the dripping ghost-head broadsword and pointed it at Chen Yan and Yuwen Ze not far away.

It looked like he was going to slash up.

"Put down your sword!"

"Lord Ming said, Chen Yan can be killed or not, but Yuwen Ze must be captured alive!"

"He is Yuwen Hu's only son, and still has great use!"

Han Changluan saw this and shouted to stop him.

For fear that some guy with developed limbs and a simple brain would be impulsive and ruin the big event!

"Got it, got it!"

"Really wordy..."

Xiong Ansheng was very impatient and complained.

At the same time, he stuck the ghost-head broadsword in his hand into the ground very reluctantly.

"Lord Ming?"

Chen Yan heard that title, seemed to realize something, and asked sternly: "The Lord Ming you speak of, could it be Inspector Ming Shaoxia?!"

"Is he still alive?!"

The blind student discovered the blind spot.

You must know that the surname Ming is not many in Jingzhou, and the first one that floated into his mind was Ming Shaoxia!

"Chen Yan, Chen Yan, saying you are smart is really smart..."

Han Changluan laughed, played with it, and said: "Guessed right, my Lord Ming is not only alive, but also living well!"

"But it's just using faking death to confuse you!"

Between the lines, it was full of mockery.

Undoubtedly Chen Yan is a smart person, but his master Ming Shaoxia is even more...

Knowing that Yuwen Hu was secretly crossing the Chencang, he sent someone to investigate, so he took the initiative to strike first, disrupted his plan, and made him unable to start.

"Alright, kill this guy first..."

Through the conversation just now, Xiong Ansheng locked onto who Chen Yan was, licked his lips, and smiled ferociously: "I really want to taste the meat of this Great Zhou Poetry Immortal, is it more delicious when boiled!"

The words didn't fall.

Xiong Ansheng was preparing to carry the sword, rush forward, and dismember the person.

"Wait!"

Chen Yan saw this, raised his hand to stop him.

"Why?"

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Xiong Ansheng smiled contemptuously, examined Chen Yan disdainfully, and mocked: "Don't tell me you intend to beg for mercy, let me spare your life?"

Chen Yan didn't respond, but his gaze swept over Han Changluan and the others, smiled unhurriedly, and asked: "Everyone, you are a bit too happy too early, right?"

In that expression, there was no panic at all, even extremely calm, and a bit of playfulness...

"Hahahaha!"

Han Changluan listened and laughed, pointed to the boastful Chen Yan, and said loudly: "You are already a prisoner, with no troops to use, can you still turn the tide?"

"On this Kuocang Peak, it's all my Jinghong Society elites, don't be delusional!"

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves suddenly.

He didn't put these two turtles in a jar in his eyes at all.

"Yes!"

Chen Yan nodded, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, turned his head to look at Yuwen Ze, and asked meaningfully: "But what if I am not Lord Chen Yan, and he is not the Prince Heir of Jin?"