In the twelfth year of Tianfu, July 18, Niujiaozhai.

As the sun had sunset, the campfires in the camp were lit up, illuminating the faces of the samurai, who had all arrived two days earlier, and the samurai of all the families had either gathered in twos and threes to drink and laugh, or to find an open place to be lit by a bonfire and have a hearty sparring with their companions.

The big families finally compromised, and each of them sent half of the samurai of their own family to Niujiaozhai, while the Shimizu family sent more than 450 people, leaving only 50 samurai as guards.

These big families have their own thoughts, some of them are for the benefits promised by Lin Fenglei, and some of them are just forced by the pressure exerted by Lin Fenglei to send samurai, and only the Qingshui family, which has sent the most samurai, is because of the eldest son's repeated tough demands.

At this moment, there are more than 4,300 warriors stationed in Niuzuizhai, including more than 3,000 warriors from the big family and 1,000 warriors from Yunshenzhai. The eldest son of the Shimizu family, Ushimizu Shimizu, served as the vanguard, while another samurai from the Black Wolf family served as the general.

Wu Qingshui made a giant hammer, extremely lethal, although he couldn't strategize, he could even be called a fool, but his force value in Yunshenzhai could be shot in the top five, even if he faced any three of the Seven Tigers, even if he couldn't kill one of them, he could not fall behind.

And the warrior from the Black Wolf family, although his combat power is one of the weakest among all the tooth chiefs, is unexpectedly good at commanding in battle, and it is also because of this that he can step from an unknown warrior to the upper echelons of Yunshen Village step by step and become a tooth chief.

He knew that in this battle, the more than 4,000 samurai here were the last to remain...... No, perhaps, there will be no one left.

Thinkers

But Wu Qingshui doesn't think so, in his eyes, this is a battle that must be won, whether the other party is the Hundred Beast Rider of Fenglei Village, or the strongest Yunge Village in Yunzhou, or the most mysterious Gu Snake Village, and the Cloud Mountain Range Baizhai that has never been involved in the affairs of Yunzhou, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

The young warrior of the Black Wolf family stood on the wall, looking east.

In the place where the sun gradually dissipated, the Wind Thunder Zhai warriors who were already as small as mustard seeds in his eyes were entrenched there.

"Wind Thunder Village, or Yunshen Village, is it really important?" He whispered suddenly.

The farthest place in his sight, eight miles away from Niuzui Village, more than 4,000 warriors of Fenglei Village, and more than 1,000 warriors joined by Zhang Tongzhai are making their final rest, and early tomorrow morning, it is the time to attack the city.

Uncle Fenglei was alone in the big tent, looking at the map and pondering, he didn't need the so-called strategists, because he himself was the mind of Fenglei Village, the previous owners of Fenglei Village, in addition to the top-notch force value, they all received the best teachings without exception, and they were naturally top-notch in terms of strategy.

When Shu Fenglei was pondering, suddenly someone opened the curtain without first informing him, and he walked straight to Shu Fenglei's side, and Shu Fenglei knew that it was Weng Heilin even if he didn't look up, and only he would act like this.

"King." Weng Heilin saluted to Shu Fenglei.

Shu Fenglei nodded lightly, then waved his hand and said, "Let's get down to business." ”

"Yes," said Weng Heilin, standing up, "they are already on their way." ”