The last sentence was almost prideful. In fact, besides Deputy Inspector Xu, in this group of people, they were either those with experience or a black crow of the Black Iron camp. One was cunning, one was sharp, one was fast, good at both risking their lives and taking lives. There were continuous dangers along the way. If it were to be someone else, they might have collapsed. It was difficult for the weak scholar Xu Ling, but bearing the thought of working for the people, he was able to grit his teeth and endure.

In this society with many types of people, there was a scholar between heaven and earth.

Even Gu Yun rubbed his chin, no longer teasing him.

"We will have to trouble Master Xu later," Gu Yun's playful eyes vanished as if there was a glint of cold iron contained inside. "Here we go!"

With that, a group of Western patrolmen in Light Armor came into their sight. One man stepped out from the group, circled around the fire and wreckage of the Eagle that had not been extinguished in the rainwater, muttering something.

Xu Ling whispered, "He said, 'It's raining so hard, it shouldn't have caught fire for no reason. There are no outsiders in this area. What happened?'"

What did 'there are no outsiders in this area' mean?

Gu Yun just turned his head. Another foreign soldier picked up a burnt piece of debris from the ground and flipped it back and forth in his hand for a moment. Suddenly, he jumped three feet high and said something again.

Xu Ling hurriedly said, "He said, 'There's a sign of Great Liang's Military Factory on it, Great Liang spies must already be mixed in' — Marshal Gu, they're starting to get tense. Have we been found out?"

Wood could burn, but stone and iron could not. Those people must have recognized the sign of Ling Shu.

Xu Ling: "Marshal Gu, I'm afraid these foreigners will call..."

Gu Yun laid his hand on the Wind Slasher at his waist and gave Chang Geng a sideways glance. Chang Geng took out a Qian Li Yan that could be clipped to the nose bridge without hurry, wiping away the water on the glass. He touched the bowstring slightly, seeming as if he was determined whether it was damp or not, then pulled the bowstring under Xu Ling’s wide-eyed gaze.

Gu Yun waved his hand and the more than twenty guards of the Black Iron Camp flew through the grass.

A Western patrol soldier unloaded a horn-shaped trombone from his waist, took a deep breath, and as he was about to bring it to his mouth to sound a warning, an iron arrow suddenly burst through the air, coming towards his left ear, and shot the man's head into a rotten red and white watermelon.