When I arrived at the edge of the mountain forest, I saw more than 200 horses leisurely nibbling on a few green grasses on the ground. And the ** on the back has disappeared without a trace.

Sure enough, these ** got off their horses and entered the mountains and forests.

Turning over and dismounting, Zhang Qingte clenched the horizontal knife in his hand and entered the woods first.

"Wait and be careful, those ** have crossbow machines in their hands!" Zhang Qingte turned around and ordered.

However, as soon as the words fell, only a string sounded, and a soldier was hit by an arrow in the forehead and fell to the ground in a languishing.

Zhang Qingte saw that a figure holding a horned bow jumped twice and disappeared into the woods.

Inexplicably, a crisis came to my heart. These ** are still very difficult to deal with, maybe all of their four hundred people will be eaten.

As soon as this thought came together, he shook his head and threw it out of his mind.

Carefully organize the soldiers to advance, let the soldiers with shields stand outside, and the soldiers with horizontal swords protect the archers, and slowly search and advance.

However, almost the entire forest was searched, but there was no ** figure. They didn't notice that as their footsteps gently walked past a dead tree, a pair of bright eyes were watching them search through the cracks in the grass and the hollows of the dead trees.

From noon to dusk, these Xia soldiers found almost nothing, and they didn't even find a single ** soldier.

Are these ** already gone? Zhang Qingte had this thought. No, I've sent a dozen scouts to roam around this forest, and if they leave, they will definitely be discovered by the scouts. Besides, their horses are out of the woods, and if they have to walk back on their legs, they won't be afraid that I will lead them after them?

Damn, I can't find it anymore, Lao Tzu set fire to this forest! Zhang Qingte said indignantly.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Zhang Qingte slowly withdrew from the woods and set up a small camp outside the woods.

There was no time to build a fence to reject horses and other things, Zhang Qingte asked people to surround a bonfire around the outside of the camp, which could disperse the beasts, and illuminate the surroundings, and he was not afraid of stealing the camp.

In addition, Zhang Qingte divided the soldiers into two shifts, one class slept in the first half of the night, and the other slept in the second half of the night, so as not to be caught off guard when stealing the camp.

However, as time passed, the woods were still quiet, and there was no movement at all.

Zhang Qingte did not dare to relax his vigilance, he spurred his soldiers to stare at the woods while taking a leisurely rest in the camp tent.

Seeing that it was almost the second half of the night, the soldier who had been on guard before yawned long and got up lazily. Several of the soldiers walked back to the barracks, trying to wake up the sleeping soldiers and keep them on guard.

At this moment, however, hundreds of crossbow and feathered arrows were shot out of the woods. The hit of the crossbow arrow is lower, but it is also seven or eight times out of ten, while the feather arrow is a hundred shots, and almost all of the heads of several captains have a feather arrow running through them.

When this rain of arrows fell, nearly 100 of the more than 100 soldiers on guard died on the spot.

And Zhang Yunwen, who shot the crossbow arrow, snickered in the dark: "Isn't this leading general brainless, lighting up so many fires just to illuminate the target for the soldiers!" ”

Attacked by the first round of arrow rain, Sergeant Xia reacted really quickly. I saw that the remaining soldiers with shields carried the big shields, and those without shields directly erected the corpses on the ground and slowly retreated.

However, in the blazing firelight, more than a dozen feather arrows flew in, accurately piercing the exposed body of Sergeant Xia.

Suddenly, there was a scream.

Those Xia soldiers who were resting in their clothes rushed out of the camp in panic, but they saw a corpse on the ground, and then, in the darkness, dozens of feathered arrows flew out, accurately shooting in this group of soldiers.

When Zhang Qingte rushed out of the camp, he looked angry. This group of ** was so shameless, they didn't hit them, they hit them themselves. The soldiers were immediately ordered to form a formation and slowly move towards the woods under the cover of shields.

Damn, let Lao Tzu catch it, I have to tear you up.

I didn't know how far I walked forward cautiously, but I didn't even see a single hair of the enemy, but the soldiers with torches became the target of ** and were shot one after another. So much so that when the other soldiers saw this torch, no one dared to pick it up.

"Get out, get out!" Seeing that it was useless, Zhang Qingte had to order to return to the camp, strictly guard against it, and not give ** any chance to steal the camp.

Just returned to the camp, Sergeant Xia was about to take a breath, when he heard a dense string sound, and more than ten feather arrows broke through the air. On the spot, more than a dozen Xia sergeants were shot by arrows.

"His grandmother's, if you have a kind, come and do it with real knives and guns, don't do some hidden arrows to hurt people!" Zhang Qingte angrily scolded at the woods, but the response to him was indeed wordless silence.

In this way, they relied on longbows to attack and kill from a distance, and by dawn, the entire Xia army had lost more than 200 people. The number of combatants was the same as that of the reconnaissance battalion.

As soon as the sky was bright, Zhang Qingte, who was full of fire, asked the soldiers to nibble on two mouthfuls of dry food and hurriedly entered the woods.

The soldiers of Xia scattered and searched for the traces.

Suddenly, he heard a scream, and when Xia Jun heard it, he saw that in a big pit, seven or eight soldiers were lying at the bottom of the pit drenched in blood, and sharp arrows were propped up at the bottom of the pit, piercing the bodies of some soldiers.

There was another scream, and when I looked again, a log with a sharp cone was dangling from the tree, just above the ground and reaching the chest of a man. Five soldiers were hit by logs and vomited blood. A round shield shattered into three pieces and scattered on the ground.

Next, Xia Jun seemed to have entered a hell, traps were almost everywhere, and there were even ** in black armor who shot an arrow out of nowhere, or shot at a person, or shot at a trap mechanism, or even a honeycomb.

When Zhang Qingte gathered the remaining soldiers together, he was shocked to find that the remaining number was only in their early 100s, and many of them were still injured, either with a crossbow arrow inserted in their bodies, or they were stung by wasps and swollen all over. A few people were even bitten by poisonous snakes, and the black blood that flowed from the wounds made people palpitate.

Zhang Qingte let out a long sigh of discouragement, and stood in the woods with a long lance.

"Alas, I can't imagine that I, Zhang Qingte, have been spanning half my life, and I actually capsized in the gutter and ended up like this! It's really eyeless! "With the rising sun, a few rays of golden red light shot through the forest on the ground, quite a hero's end.

However, if Zhang Yunwen was here, he would definitely pout his lips disdainfully, and put up a middle finger from the elder: "Zhang Qingte? Which green onion is Zhang Qingte, I haven't heard of it! ”

There was a rustling sound in the woods, the sound of the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion touching the branches of a bush as they moved quickly.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Qingte gritted his teeth and ordered: "Go!" ”

With the soldiers who could walk, Zhang Qingte walked out of the woods. At this time, there were only more than 80 people behind him.

Before reaching the exit of the woods, a large net fell from the sky, netting Zhang Qingte and more than a dozen people into the net.

The rest of the soldiers were startled, and were about to split the rattan net, when they suddenly saw a figure on all sides, but they were dressed in black, carrying a blanket made of green grass blades on their backs, and their waists were also full of green leaves. Even the face and knife were coated with green plant juice.

They held a crossbow machine in their hands, and looked at Sergeant Xia who was raising their knives expressionlessly.

"Zheng-" There was a string sound, and sharp arrows flew out of the crossbow......

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