Time flies.

It didn't seem to be much older, and the silver moon seemed to be in the middle of the sky.

Sitting around the campfire, the chatting soldiers seemed to feel a little tired, and they yawned and returned to the camp to rest.

The barracks, which was still full of people just now, suddenly became quiet.

There were only a few dozen guards on guard, either standing on top of the watchtower or patrolling around the camp in formation.

"Are we ... ”

The samurai commander looked at the obviously lax armor below, and his eyes suddenly showed joy, and he lowered his voice and asked with some instructions.

"No!"

"Wait a little longer. ”

By the time the second half of the night was ugly, when they were at their most sleepy, and most of the soldiers must have fallen asleep. ”

"At that point, we'll hit again. ”

"I will definitely be able to do it in one fell swoop!"

The big ghost looked at the obviously lax armor below, and his eyes also showed a look of interest, but he finally shook his head without any hesitation, and said with a serious face.

"No!"

The samurai commander subconsciously glanced at the big ghost, he didn't expect that this big ghost would be so proficient in the art of war, and he would definitely not be a nobody in his life.

Time passed, as the moon slowly moved downward.

A little dew condensed between heaven and earth, and the grass and trees couldn't help but feel a little wet.

Perhaps because of exhaustion, the speed of patrolling in the barracks slowed down significantly, and after more than half an hour, the soldiers simply stopped patrolling and got into their tents.

The samurai commander and the big ghost couldn't help but show an indescribable joy in their eyes as they saw the change in their promises.

"Aren't we?"

The samurai commander asked with a smile on his face.

"Wait another half an hour!"

"Right now, I'm afraid there are still a lot of armor that aren't asleep... ”

"Besides, I'm afraid there will be a secret whistle!"

The big ghost looked down with a solemn face, the light in his eyes flickered, and for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong there.

But no matter how much he thought, he gained nothing, so he could only delay.

The samurai commander subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the big ghost hidden in the black mist. If it was cautious at first, the big ghost refused again and again.

Even he noticed something wrong.

Has things changed?

Or, the Black Mountain Ghost King doesn't want to cooperate?

Thinking of this, his face couldn't help but show a little strangeness.

After another half an hour, the barracks became unusually quiet, and the silence made people feel a little abnormal, as if the camp was empty.

The samurai commander's eyes fell on the big ghost again.

The ghosts and gods behind the big ghost also seemed to be impatient, constantly stirring, even if the big ghost was holding the Chiyan long whip, he actually felt a little uncontrollable for a while.

"Your Excellency!"

"It should be okay now... ”

Listening to the words of the samurai commander's questioning, the big ghost's blue cheeks couldn't help but stiffen, although his heart was unswerving, but he also knew that this matter could not be delayed.

For in an hour or so, the sky will be bright.

Now is the time when people are sleepy, and it is the most appropriate time to attack.

If this time is missed, I am afraid that there will be soldiers in the barracks who wake up at night.

Thinking of this, although the big ghost still felt a little uneasy in his heart, he could only raise his hand high and then slash it down.

"Kill!"

"Little ones!"

"The blood food below is yours ... ”

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

"Avenge the dead predecessors of the sect!"

The samurai commander in the power suit and holding the sword also drew the sword he carried with him, pointed at the camp with the cyan blade, and roared with a gloomy and cruel face.

"Kill them all!"

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The samurai, who had been recuperating for a long time, heard the commander's order, and a cold light suddenly shot out from his eyes, and his body pounced like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Those ghosts were even more swift, and after receiving the order, they suddenly turned into smoke like a long dragon, entangled and rolled in the air, and countless crows with red eyes let out a piercing cry, like a dark cloud covering the sky, and swooped directly towards the camp.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The samurai's feet slammed heavily on the rocks, and his body popped out as if it were spring-mounted, leaving black spots in the air.

In the end, their bodies rolled in the air, and they fell heavily into the barracks like meteorites.

Both the fence and the camp were overturned by the tremendous force of the impact.

"Kill!"

A samurai holds a sword in both hands, his face is grim, and his long knife slashes horizontally.

The azure blade instantly sliced through the throat of the armor, but there was no joy on his face, for he clearly felt that the blade's progress seemed to be hindered by some indescribable obstacle.

And the touch is also obviously different from the physical body.

"This!"

The samurai's eyes contracted, and he approached in some surprise, picking up the fallen armor.

Looking at the withered yellow straw, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and he shouted in disbelief:

"Straw!"

"Dummy!"

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

One by one, the soldiers were cut in two by the blade, or their throats were cut.

However, after they fell to the ground, no blood gushed out of the throats of these soldiers. There was no sound of pain.

"Fake!"

"It's all fake!"

The samurai shouted in surprise as they looked at the dead grass scattered on the ground, their eyes showing shock.

On the side of the ghosts and gods, they also found a trace of inappropriateness.

Because no matter how much they sucked, they didn't absorb a trace of blood.

The entire barracks turned out to be empty, without a trace of popularity.

How is this possible?

Empty camp!

"Not good!"

"Fooled!"

The samurai commander and the tall, giant-like ghost had a great change in complexion, and his eyes showed even more horror.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

"We've been fooled!"

"It's a trap!"

Whether it was a ghost god like black smoke or a samurai with bulging muscles on his body, his complexion suddenly changed drastically, and he couldn't help but turn around, trying to escape from this trap.

However, how could Situ Xing and others let them get their way.

Standing in the dark, with the moonlight reflected in the pupils of his eyes, Situ Xing, seeing that the samurai of the sect and the ghosts and gods who seemed to be black fog had noticed something wrong and wanted to retreat.

The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a disdainful smile.

"I want to leave now... ”

"It's so naïve!"

"General Yang!"

"It's up to you... ”

Situ Xing turned his head and looked at Yang Shou, who had a cyan birthmark on his face and was surprisingly terrifying in the moonlight, and said lightly.

"No!"

Yang Shou watched the grass-tied armor being cut down one by one, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a piercing chill, if it wasn't for the early preparations, I'm afraid that the current Black Mountain camp is really a heavy loss.

Nodding heavily without hesitation.

"Shoot!"

Yang Shou's stout, hard palm like pig iron was raised high and fell heavily.

The soldiers of the Suzaku Battalion, who had already been prepared, raised the longbow in their hands, withdrew with their right foot, and shifted their center of gravity back and pressed their bodies down. As soon as the bowstring was drawn into a full moon, their fingers instantly released.

With a bird's feather tail wing, a long arrow shoots to the apex of the sky, and then turns around instantly, and the hard arrow falls like raindrops.

"It's!"

The warrior of the sect in a night suit looked at the sky with fear on his face.

One by one, the arrows rained down, and they subconsciously dodged in all directions, or raised their shields to block.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

Raindrops of arrows fell, striking the shield or piercing the cloth tent.

Although most samurai react very quickly.

But there are always exceptions, a few samurai who can't dodge are instantly stugged out, and the hot blood gushes out like a fountain.

But none of these are the scariest.

The number of samurai is not too large, and their skills are not comparable to ordinary soldiers.

So, even if you are encircled, and the sky is full of stray arrows.

There weren't too many who were actually injured, or even killed.

However, when the samurai commander saw the swaying rockets in the sky, like meteors, his face really changed.

"Not good!"

"Fire Attack!"

"Get out of the camp, everyone, there must be something on fire all around!"

When the warriors around him heard his shout, their faces suddenly changed. Some people even danced their blades in their hands, trying to knock the rockets falling from the sky into the air.

But the number of rockets is simply too dense.

Their efforts were also doomed to be in vain.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

After the first rocket landed on the ground, a succession of rockets crashed like meteors on the tarpaulin, crashing into the dead grass.

The stars are shining.

It looks like a firefly in the dark, and it has an indescribable beauty.

However, this beauty is deadly.

As the rocket landed, the tents, hay, and dead branches soaked in fire oil were instantly ignited.

Fire snakes snaked and crawled on the ground, and everywhere they passed, they all set off flames in the sky. These flames are not the most terrifying, the most terrifying is the smoke that accompanies the flames.

The smoke not only obscured everyone's vision, but also irritated their trachea, making them cough incessantly.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

The samurai were smoky and snot and tears poured out.

Because of this, their speed is also not slow.

Chirp!

Chirp!

Chirp!

The stray arrows fell, and in an instant, dozens of samurai were impaled through their bodies.

It was also the first time that the samurai had suffered widespread casualties.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

The samurai commander covered his mouth and nose with his coat, dodged a little embarrassed, and kept screaming loudly, trying to calm the panicked samurai.

But all in vain.

Instead, it was a ghost god who turned into a black mist, and his face remained unchanged in the sky. Because their bodies are all made up of thoughts and have no substance at all, these stray arrows, flames, don't have much effect on them.

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

The big ghost stood in the air, carefully observed for a long time, and judged the ambush through the trajectory of the stray arrow, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a hideous color, and roared angrily.

The faces of the ghosts and gods behind him also showed covetousness, with a chill to the bone, like a vicious wolf.