Jiang Xun was shocked and subconsciously looked at Xiao Lingyue.

Xiao Lingyue shook her head slightly at him, saying that she didn't have to worry.

Soon, Zhan Beihan walked to the iron gate. The door opened from the outside and needed a key, but it didn't need it from the inside. Just unplug the door lock and pull it inside and open it.

A dead soldier with an ordinary mask stood outside the door. When he saw Zhan Beihan walking out of the house, he immediately saluted respectfully: "Sir."

Zhan Bei's cold voice: "Are there any craftsmen in the furnace room?"

The dead man said without hesitation: "There are sixteen craftsmen who are melting the next batch of iron tools."

"Let them stop first, no one is allowed to stay in the furnace room." Zhan Bei said coldly, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Everyone else, including patrol personnel, will meet up at the top floor without any mistakes!"

The dead soldier was stunned when he heard this and raised a question for the first time: "Sir, Lord A has issued an order before leaving, so patrol personnel must strengthen their guards and must not be slackened."

To put it bluntly, it was Zhan Beihan's order that conflicted with the orders issued before Jialiu.

The dead soldiers are already very strict in their ranks, and the bottom is not allowed to resist the upper class.

Therefore, between the orders of Zhan Beihan and Jialiu, ordinary dead soldiers will only obey Jialiu's orders. At the same time, Zhan Beihan himself cannot openly disobey, otherwise even if the ordinary dead soldiers do not have brains, they will feel suspicious.

Tsk, trouble!

Zhan Beihan felt unhappy and said coldly: "Since that's the case, except for the patrol personnel, the rest of the others will meet up at the top floor and wait for orders!"

The dead soldier had no objection and simply bowed and replied: "Yes, sir!"

Zhan Beihan turned around and entered the house again, closed the door with his backhand. He walked in as the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.

"How is it? Is it going well?" Xiao Lingyue asked in a low voice.

"I originally wanted to take advantage of the power of black gunpowder to kill the remaining people here at the same time while collapsed. However, Jialiu had orders first. The patrol and secretly whistle could not move, so I could only deal with the remaining people first." Zhan Beihan said in a terrifying manner.

Xiao Lingyue was not disappointed when she heard this and shrugged: "The guards in this place are already strict, and the patrol personnel on the surface are easy to say, but they don't know how many whistles there are in secret. It's not realistic to try to get rid of them all. Anyway, it's by the way, so how much can be solved!"

Zhan Beihan said "yes" in a low voice.

The two of them did not avoid Jiang Xun's communication, which made Jiang Xun confused and looked confused.

What collapsed? What was the whole pot?

Is it what he meant?

Jiang Xun's face couldn't help but change slightly.

"Since the order has been sent, there is not much time left for us." Xiao Lingyue pondered for a moment, turned to look at Jiang Xun, and her tone was unprecedentedly serious.

"Jiang Xun, how long does it take to leave the window now? "

Jiang Xun said without hesitation: "One stick of incense is enough."

A stick of incense lasts about fifteen to twenty minutes.

Xiao Lingyue had just seen that it was about 200 meters from the window to the bottom of the mountain. People glided down the mountain wall, which would be much faster than climbing up. As long as you take safety protection and carefully avoid the protruding rocks and bushes on the mountain wall, there would be no danger.

Jiang Xun was talking about a stick of incense, but in fact he was a conservative estimate, and he left enough time for himself.
Chapter completed!