The bright moon rises out of the mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

Beneath the sea of clouds was a thick darkness that shrouded the grassland, as if it were impermeable.

In the distance, the grasslands were lit with fires, and the tents were swaying.

Outside the tent in Donghu was a patrol of dozens of people, and after several shocks, the tribes on the grassland were now rumbling, and the slightest disturbance would cause them great unease.

At this time, Gai Tian, dressed in black, was hiding on the ground with a long sword on his back and more than a dozen ranger swordsmen, and even the long sword was wrapped in a long black cloth.

There is not the slightest sign of it above the dark earth.

is that the breath is pressed to the lowest by everyone.

If there is anyone who is the best at assassinating the nations, it is these ranger swordsmen, and the assassins who have been famous all over the world since ancient times stand out among them.

Such as Zhuzhu, Nie Zheng and so on.

What Xinlingjun handed over to these ranger swordsmen was harassment, and they would leave with one blow, but they would make the Donghu people tired.

Gai Tian tilted his head slightly, and put one hand on the hilt of the long sword.

Not far from everyone, five patrolling Donghu people rode slowly towards this direction, their eyes carefully scanning everything around them, after several shocks, no one dared to slack off in the night patrol.

After all, there have been too many strange things on the prairie lately.

The large camps of all the clans have been attacked several times, and the slightest negligence is fatal.

In the process of gradually approaching Gai Tian and the others, a Donghu man on patrol suddenly paused his war horse under his crotch, as if he sensed something, and became inexplicably flustered.

"What's wrong?"

Juan Xuner patted the war horse under his crotch.

The horse neighed softly, still hurried and uneasy.

As if he understood something, he raised his head and looked around in the distance, but unfortunately the night was too dense, and the swordsmen and rangers dressed in black were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Just as Juan Xuner was about to give up, one of the swordsmen raised his head, and in the faint light of the fire, a light flashed slightly on the hairpin.

"I seem to see something"

Juan Xuner, who had stopped the war horse under his crotch, said suspiciously.

The next moment, everyone slowly raised their heads and looked into the distance.

"Zheng ........."

The next moment, only the sound of a long sword unsheathed was heard, like the call of death.

Under the reflection of the firelight, the bronze long sword glowed with a cold brilliance, magnified in the eyes of the East Lake people.

The next moment, Juan Xuner, who had already put his hand on the flute at his side, instantly brought the flute on his waist to his mouth.

In the next moment, in the distance, a group of people in the Donghu tent were awakened in an instant, and a flute sound like choking sounded in the distance of the tent, but unfortunately it was only an instant and instantly annihilated.

But this moment is enough.

"Enemy attack!"

With a burst of shouting, the entire Donghu camp moved, and the patrolling people outside the Donghu camp also quickly rushed towards the place where the whistle sounded.

But when they arrived at the same place, there was only a mess left, and on the grassland, there were corpses lying on the sidelines, all of which belonged to the Donghu patrols.

But there were no horses to be seen, only the sound of horses' hooves fading away in the distance.

"What kind of person is this?"

Hudelie jumped off his horse and walked to the side of the corpse, washing his hair and gently examining the corpses of the fallen people.

All the corpses were killed with one blow, and the throat was sealed with a sword, and the accuracy was incredible.

In fact, many corpses were killed in the posture of drawing knives, and it seemed that there was no time to resist.

"What a fast sword!"

Hu Delie has been mixed in the East Hu military for many years, and he can distinguish the injuries on the corpse very clearly, if the knife wound is a knife wound, the wound is bigger and deeper, this is definitely a sword wound.

The next moment, the mutation was born, and under the situation that everyone thought was safe, the brilliant sword light shone again.

The sharp sword slashed through the necks of the patrolling men again, and the cold light seemed even colder above the flickering torches.

Hudrel crouched on the ground, and when he turned around, he saw a group of men in black already stepping on their horses, and there were corpses on the ground.

Without any pause, the men in black rushed towards him.

At the moment when he rushed in front of him, one of the black-clothed men moved slightly, and a cold light broke through all the speed.

Hudelie's pupils dilated for a moment, and at that moment he seemed to have thought too much, and finally a picture came to his mind, which was the corpses of Donghu people whose throats had been cut by a sword.

As if in a flash of inspiration, Hudelie instantly raised his scimitar and lifted it to his throat, one moment Hudelie seemed to see sparks splashing, and the next moment, the long sword directly cut off his scimitar.

The man in black on the steed seemed to be a little surprised, and he instantly slashed his chest and abdomen with a slight turn of his sword.

Blood splattered.

Hudelie subconsciously grabbed the man, but was hit by the horse and flew out.

With a successful blow, the swordsman ranger rode away in an instant.

When everyone came to this place in the Donghu camp, there were only corpses all over the ground.

King Donghu slowly walked out of the crowd, his face was extremely heavy, since he took over as King Donghu, he had not encountered anything good.

"Your lord, there is still a living mouth. ”

King Donghu soon appeared beside Hudere, and Hudere's entire chest and abdomen were slashed, and the whole person was only left with his last breath.

He couldn't say a word, but raised his trembling right hand in front of King Donghu, which was a piece of torn black cloth.

King Donghu took the black cloth from him.

"Sword ......"

Hudelie uttered the words with his last breath.

"Sword"

King Donghu looked at Hu Delie, who had lost his breath in front of him, and whispered this word, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not long after, Mudir, who led the Donghu army to search around, returned.

"Nothing has been found, my lord, and those people seem to have run away. ”

King Donghu glanced at Mudir lightly.

"Strengthen vigilance, double the number of patrols in the future, one team of every 30 people, and no individual patrols. ”

"Yes!"

King Donghu slowly stood up, looked at the black cloth in his hand that had been cut off, and walked into the tent.

Tonight, although there is no abnormality, no one can sleep peacefully.

The calm lasted until the evening of the second day, when Donghu killed dozens of people again, all of them with a sword in their throats.

But there was still no figure to be found, and panic, exhaustion, and distress spread throughout the Donghu camp.

And Wei Wuji, who was stationed on the Great Wall, was still as stable as a mountain, but there were more lines on the map in front of him.

"This guerrilla tactic is very subtle, the weak can defeat the strong, and the strong can bully the weak. ”

Wei Wuji still remembered that he was in the Taiyin Academy Palace in the past, and when he heard this tactic, he was shocked.

I don't know if five days later, the Donghu people still can't run