As soon as Tian Xiaowan heard Yan Kang's plan, she muttered that she would go with her.

Before Yan Kang could speak, Huang Rong took the initiative to pull Tian Xiaowan's arm and persuaded: "Xiaowan, our martial arts are not good, and it will not be helpful to go!" ”

When Tian Xiaowan heard this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Li Mochou pulled Tian Xiaowan over and snorted: "Let's go, let's practice!" ”

Huang Rong straightened the clothes for Huang Yaoshi and Wan Yankang, and said with concern: "Daddy, Brother Kang, come back safely!" ”

Huang Yaoshi and Wan Yankang didn't say anything, but Zhou Botong muttered on the side: "Rong'er, you are too partial, just let your father and Xiang be fair, and don't care if my old urchin lives or dies!" ”

Huang Rong smiled: "Old naughty boy, you only go and set a few fires, what can you do!" ”

Zhou Botong thought about it when he heard this, and felt that it made sense, and immediately smirked.

Wan Yankang hugged Huang Rong and said with a smile: "Rong'er, don't worry, let's go back as soon as we go, not a single hair will be missing!" ”

Huang Yaoshi also said proudly: "Killing a few barbarians is no different from killing chickens!" ”

After a few people finished explaining, they prepared to leave the city.

Huang Rong shouted again: "Wait! ”

After Yankang turned around, Huang Rong pointed to the clothes on their bodies: "You change your clothes and go out of the city again." ”

Wan Yankang was wearing silver armor at this time, Huang Yaoshi was wearing a cyan robe, and Zhou Botong was wearing a gray Taoist robe, which were all a little conspicuous in the snow.

After hearing this, Yan Kang patted his head: "Thanks to Rong'er's reminder, otherwise I would have forgotten this stubble!" ”

The three of them hurriedly returned to the Marshal's Mansion and changed into a set of white clothes.

Wan Yankang put a layer of inner armor on his clothes, and asked Huang Rong to bring a soft hedgehog armor for Huang Yaoshi to put on, and he also prepared a set of inner armor for Zhou Botong. I didn't know that the old naughty boy didn't want to wear armor alive or dead, and Wanyankang couldn't, so he had to tell the old naughty boy to be careful.

Wan Yankang was carrying a spear, Huang Yaoshi had a sword hanging on his waist, and Zhou Botong didn't want to take any weapons on the grounds that he didn't kill people, so he only put a dozen fire folds in his arms.

After Huang Rong's repeated inspections, the three of them drifted out of the city.

The camp of Temujin's army was ten miles west of the city. After finishing the footsteps of Yan Kang and the three of them, they had already rushed outside the camp with a cup of tea.

After arriving outside the camp, the three of them carefully found a secluded place and infiltrated the camp.

After infiltrating the camp, the first task was to find Temujin's sweat tent. But the camp of the 300,000-strong army was too big, and it took a few people a while to avoid the patrolling soldiers and come to the central area.

When he arrived in the central area, Wan Yankang was also a little dumbfounded, there were seven or eight big tents, and it was really difficult to distinguish which big tent was where Temujin lived.

Wan Yankang and Huang Yaoshi glanced at each other, and then said in a low voice: "Father-in-law, you go to rescue the herdsmen, I am waiting here, waiting for your notice!" After saying that, he took a firework and handed it to Huang Yaoshi.

Huang Yaoshi shook his head, but he didn't accept the fireworks: "I have the highest martial arts, and I am responsible for assassination!" ”

Of the three missions, assassinating Temujin was the most dangerous, followed by rescuing herders, and setting fire to it was the easiest.

After Yan Kang wanted to take over the assassination work, Huang Yaoshi insisted, and he had no choice, so he had to nod: "Father-in-law, wait for my signal, and then do it together." ”

Huang Yaoshi nodded, turned around and hidden.

Wan Yankang took Zhou Botong to continue to infiltrate the rear army, first found the place where the grain and grass were hoarded, and he repeatedly instructed Zhou Botong not to move without a signal.

Zhou Botong waved his hand: "My old naughty boy is doing things, don't worry!" ”

After Yankang finished explaining, he continued to look for the herdsmen's prisoners, and finally found his destination on the side outside the camp. He infiltrated the herdsmen's prison and secretly dealt with a patrol of soldiers, then infiltrated a tent and woke one of them.

As soon as the man woke up, he opened his mouth to exhale.

Wan Yankang covered his mouth and whispered in Mongolian: "Hugh is going to shout, Changsheng Heaven sent me to save you." ”

When this person heard this, his restless body slowly calmed down.

After Yan Kang let go of his hand, the man asked in surprise, "Is the immortal heaven above?" ”

"Immortal Heaven is above!" Wan Yankang clasped his hands together.

A tent that could only accommodate a family of five was crowded with more than a dozen herdsmen, but there was extra warmth in the cold winter. With a slight movement, the first herdsman woke up his companions around him and informed Changshengtian that he had sent someone to save him.

Under the inspiration of Changshengtian and the reluctance to give up on life, the herdsmen in a camp tent quietly put on their clothes, followed Yan Kang to the place where the patrol soldiers died, and picked up their swords.

The second group of patrol soldiers came to the vicinity, and Wan Yankang walked around behind this group of soldiers, and at the neck of the last person, without stopping, he beckoned to the second person. When he reached the eighth, the first soldier to hang up fell to the ground, and the commander of the ten in front heard the movement, turned around, and before he could see why, he also lost his life.

Wan Yankang's ghost-like figure, unimaginable killing methods, in the eyes of the herdsmen, is really very human, and they don't feel that their confidence is a little stronger.

The herdsmen in the second, third, and fourth camps were quickly awakened by Wan Yankang and the original herdsmen. Wan Yankang saw that the progress was going well, and prepared to gather three or four hundred people to release fireworks again, and notified Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong to do it.

Suddenly, there was a sudden fire in the camp of Temujin, and there was a loud noise!

"His grandmother's, he knows that the old naughty boy is unreliable!" After Yan Kang scolded secretly, he hurriedly released fireworks and notified Huang Yaoshi to prepare to start. Then, he beckoned the dozens of herdsmen behind him, those who had already taken weapons to kill the enemy with them, and those who did not have knives and guns went to the camps to wake up their companions.

The army of the Qiyan Department is organized with ten people as a team, and the leader of a team is the commander of ten. Ten teams are a team, and the captain of a team is a centurion. Further up is the configuration of the commander and the commander of the thousand.

The one who was sent by Temujin to guard the herdsmen was his third son, Wokotai. Originally, under the command of Ogedai, there was an army of 10,000 people. But this person thinks that there are so many people to guard these unarmed herdsmen, so only three teams of 1,000 people are left to camp and guard.

These days are the coldest times of the year, and with the respect of Wokotai, it is natural that they will not take turns to keep vigil. Even the commanders under his subordinates, who were supposed to be guarded in turn, also thought that there was nothing serious, so they only arranged for a centurion to be in charge of the vigil and went to sleep by himself.

The centurion who was on vigil had just been alarmed by the light of fire and the noise, and soon found that there was also chaos in his own camp!

"Blow the trumpet!"

After coming down to blow the trumpet and gather the troops, the centurion immediately rushed to suppress the riot with the rest of his soldiers.

This person's subordinates were originally full of 100 people, but after Wan Yankang eliminated the two ten-person teams, only 80 people were left at this moment.

At this time, Wan Yankang was followed by only the herdsman who had just picked up a knife and gun on the twentieth.

The herdsmen looked at the enemy on the opposite side and shouted one after another, puffing up blood and bravery. But when the camps of the two sides were still three or four steps away, the blood and courage of most of the herders began to retreat, and their steps slowed down.

After Yan Kang pulled out the silver spear behind him, he suddenly took a big step forward, and then burst into a shout.

In the eyes of the twenty herdsmen behind him, they couldn't see how Yan Kang moved, and the enemy troops within two feet of him all covered their throats and fell to the ground.

And the first person to be shot and fall to the ground was the centurion!

If it is an ordinary army, as soon as the centurion falls, the other soldiers are afraid that they will be scattered as birds and beasts. The army of the Qiyan Department deserved to be the elite soldiers of a hundred battles, and as soon as the centurion died, the other soldiers turned red in their eyes and rushed towards Wan Yankang desperately.

However, these ordinary soldiers who didn't want to die, rushed to Wan Yankang's side, and they really lost their lives.

After the battle with Ouyang Feng under the middle capital, Wan Yankang's comprehension of marksmanship was vaguely higher. A silver spear came in his hand, which seemed to be neither splendid nor exquisite, only a few mediocre movements, stabbing, collapsing, and circling.

Killing one person in ten steps, and not leaving a line for thousands of miles, this is already a very high realm of chivalry.

At this time, every step Wan Yankang took, where the tip of the gun was going, could leave several lives.

By the time he had taken ten steps, most of the hundred-man team had been wiped out, and the remaining soldiers were completely frightened, some turned around and fled, and many knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Tengri! Tengri! The herdsmen behind Wan Yankang, suddenly someone knelt on the ground, bowing to Wan Yankang and shouting loudly, as if crazy.

As one person shouted out Tengger, more than ten other people also knelt on the ground and shouted.

Tengri means god in Mongolian.

When Wan Yankang rescued these herdsmen, he falsely claimed to be the messenger of the Immortal Heaven. The grassland people are the most brave and proud to follow the strong, and the force value shown by Wan Yankang at this time has exceeded the imagination of these herdsmen.

In their minds, this person must be a god descending from heaven!

Wan Yankang heard the herdsmen shouting Tengger, he was happy, but he didn't explain, he only turned his head and shouted: "Those who dare to fight, come with me!" ”

These twenty herdsmen, without the slightest hesitation, grabbed the knives and guns in their hands, and followed Yan Kang's pace, no matter where he rushed.

The herdsmen in the surrounding camps, some of whom ran out of the camp after being woken up, all picked up knives and guns at the hundred-man team that had just been exterminated by Yan Kang, and followed closely.

Wokotai was awakened by the shouts of killing, and before he could put on his clothes and armor, he saw several of his own soldiers break into the camp tent and report to him that there was a change in the camp.

Wokotai felt a pang in his heart, put on his clothes and armor as fast as he could in his life, ran out of the camp and rode on his war horse, grabbed his scimitar, and prepared to run to the chaos.

The three commanders also woke up and ran to the Wokotai.

Wokotai looked at the commander on duty tonight and asked angrily, "What's the matter?" ”

This person was hesitant and couldn't answer for a while.

Wokotai pointed at this person and shouted: "Cut it!" ”

When the commander heard this, he immediately fell to the ground and begged for mercy. But Wokotai was completely unmoved, and two of his own soldiers stepped forward, one of them restrained the body of such a commander, and the other pulled out his scimitar and slashed down.

A big human head fell to the ground, and the blood in its neck just spurted out, and not long after it landed, it froze into a blood bar.

Wokotai shouted: "Quickly quell the chaos, those who are ineffective in combat, there are such people!" ”

When the surrounding soldiers heard this, they pulled out their scimitars and killed them in the noisiest part of the camp!