Dawn had just arrived.
Chen Feng's figure appeared in front of Xu Hongzhuang's room, surrounded by Iron Demon Army soldiers. As the highest commander in the camp, Xu Hongzhuang enjoyed the best security treatment.
These people had just experienced a battle. Although they were very tired, they still loyally guarded Xu Hongzhuang's room. Their waists were straight, and their aura was not weak. The battle did not make them feel fear. Instead, under the baptism of blood, this group of soldiers became stronger.
This was a transformation of the soul.
"Second Lieutenant Chen, this way please."
A soldier with a fierce gaze and missing an arm looked at Chen Feng with respect.
This was an excellent soldier.
In the previous battle, he was bitten by a zombie. If it was someone else, they would be at a loss. However, this man was decisive. He took out a military knife and cut off the injured part. Everything happened in an instant. The zombie poison did not even have time to spread before it was successfully dissolved by the man.
Although he had lost an arm, he had managed to survive.
Gold would shine no matter where it was. Although he lost an arm, his military career did not end. On the contrary, he was valued by Xu Hongzhuang. He was even specially promoted to a staff sergeant and was in charge of security.
The man was neither servile nor overbearing. Compared to other people's somewhat resistant gazes, this man who was missing an arm was calmer and more calm.
Chen Feng looked at the man with satisfaction. Because he controlled Xu Hongzhuang, the Iron Demon Army naturally became his asset. This man was a promising talent. Losing an arm might be a foregone conclusion for other people, but Chen Feng had his own way to get the man's arm back.
Summon Sacrifice.
Although the human hand was gone, Chen Feng could still find a new one for it.
Of course, the premise of all this was that these people would be loyal to him. Chen Feng would not do things that were not beneficial to him. Appreciation and recognition, he could distinguish these two concepts.
After a simple report, Chen Feng was led into a room.
When Chen Feng entered the inner hall, he saw a familiar figure, Wang Feng, who represented Qiaodong and came into contact with [Order].
At this time, he was sitting on a chair, covered in dust. His face was a little pale, and he looked very tired. For a profession with enhanced speed to be this tired, it could be seen how tired he was along the way.
Beside him was the serious-looking Xu Hongzhuang. As a major, she had her own communication channels. It seemed that she had already delivered her letter to Feng Zhiyong, and the other party had successfully replied.
"Second Lieutenant Chen Feng, Major Xu, this is the letter that Lord Zhou Xian entrusted me to deliver. I must let the two of you personally read it." Seeing Chen Feng's figure, Wang Feng exhaled and took out the letter from his bosom.
Zhou Xian?
It seemed that Feng Zhiyong had taken precautions. At this moment, he had pushed Zhou Xian out, fearing that an accident might happen. Even Wang Feng, who was standing before him, did not know the truth of the matter.
This was completely understandable.
Wang Feng's strength was not obvious. Although there was no problem in terms of loyalty, this matter was special after all. Feng Zhiyong did not dare to tell the other party the truth.
Xu Hongzhuang took the letter and opened it in no hurry. Instead, she said to Wang Feng, "You're tired from the journey. I've already sent someone to prepare a meal. You can go and rest first."
As the symbol of the pro-war faction's strength, Xu Hongzhuang had her own authority. In front of Chen Feng, she was a female slave, but in the eyes of Wang Feng and the others, she was a high and mighty major, a Martial God.
Wang Feng's eyesight was excellent. Otherwise, he would not have been appointed to contact Chen Feng. He did not show any discomfort on his face. Instead, he nodded and retreated.
Xu Hongzhuang saw Wang Feng go down and opened the letter. However, there was a piece of white paper inside, without a pen or ink at all.
This was the reply?
Of course not.
How could such a confidential reply be delivered in black and white? In the next second, Xu Hongzhuang placed her palm on the paper. Energy slowly spread out. At the same time, the words on the paper seemed to appear out of thin air, flashing little by little.
Zhou Xian had been with calligraphy and painting all his life. He had reached the peak of Silver. His mastery of calligraphy was even more handy. Chen Feng had only heard of this method in his previous life. It was also his first time seeing it.
Sure enough, the ability of a professional could not be looked at with conventional eyes.
Xu Hongzhuang opened the letter. There was no long speech on it. From the beginning to the end, there were only eight words.
The day of return, the day of suppression!
These few words were majestic and powerful. Every stroke was like the condensation of a sword. It rushed to the face, making people feel a deep murderous intent.
The words were like the person. It was not rude to say that Zhou Xian was like a person. Entering the age of seventy, Zhou Xian's mastery of calligraphy and painting was simply integrated into his bone marrow.
Obviously, Feng Zhiyong agreed to his suggestion. They worked together to suppress Hong Jiuling, and the time was set to be when everyone returned to the east side of the bridge.
Countless zombies surrounded the stronghold. In the end, they were suppressed by Xu Hongzhuang. No matter what Hong Jiuling's plan was, when they returned, the survivors in the camp still needed to go out and celebrate.
It was just like in ancient times when the army returned after a victory, civil and military officials welcomed them back. No matter how high the general's achievements were, or whether the king wanted to kill him or not, they still needed to act on the surface. In front of such a situation, even if Hong Jiuling wanted to cause trouble, he would not choose this time.
Good chance!
No one would have thought that Feng Zhiyong would suddenly make a move in this situation. At that time, Chen Feng and Feng Zhiyong would work together to suppress Hong Jiuling. No matter how popular Hong Jiuling was, once he was killed, there would be no leader. Without the leader's command, the remaining loyalists would not be a threat. They could easily eliminate Hong Jiuling.
"Here is a bottle of Queen Bee Honey. Don't be stingy. You must recover your strength as soon as possible. When we return, there will be a fierce battle!"
When Chen Feng mentioned the battle, there was an unconcealable murderous intent between his eyebrows. The surrounding temperature began to drop. It was like a cold wave in winter.
Chen Feng wanted to help Xu Hongzhuang to get to the top. It was not without purpose. He wanted to control the east side of the bridge. Feng Zhiyong and Hong Jiuling were the stones in his way. If he really killed Hong Jiuling, Feng Zhiyong alone would not be enough.
Driving the wolf to devour the tiger.
At this time, Chen Feng and Feng Zhiyong were the wolves, and Hong Jiuling was the tiger. Only by eliminating the other side, he could carry out the next plan.
To resist the outside, he had to settle the inside.
The insect tide was ready. Chen Feng was not a short-sighted person. If it was just a simple power struggle, he could put aside his prejudice in a short time and even form an alliance with Hong Jiuling. But Hong Jiuling had the shadow of the devil behind him. As long as the devil existed, the situation would be unpredictable.
Whether it was for public or private reasons, Hong Jiuling had to die.
Compared to Chen Feng's decisiveness, Xu Hongzhuang's gaze was a little complicated. She did not expect that Feng Zhiyong, who had always sought victory in a stable manner, would agree to Chen Feng's suggestion to join forces to suppress Hong Jiuling.
This … completely subverted Xu Hongzhuang's understanding of Feng Zhiyong.
And the strange thing was, after this incident, Xu Hongzhuang's resistance in her heart was inexplicably reduced. To her, even people like Feng Zhiyong and Zhou Xian were moved by Chen Feng. It was clear that Chen Feng had some means of bewitching people.
After all, before coming into contact with Chen Feng, Feng Zhiyong had always prioritized the overall situation. Even if the Conservatives repeatedly suppressed him, he did not really fight or kill. But now, Chen Feng had just arrived and made such an important decision. If he was not bewitched, what else could it be?
This was a kind of self-comfort, or an escape from reality.
Xu Hongzhuang was hinting to herself that she was loyal to Chen Feng because his methods were too good, and not because of herself.
…
Just as Hong Jiuling and the others were still waiting for Li Chuan's reply to announce the good news of fighting for military merits, the forces inside and outside the city had already joined forces.
From inside to outside, from outside to inside.
It was the forces of Feng Zhiyong and Chen Feng.
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