In the early hours of the morning, the mist filled the forest, and the semi-stagnant air flowed with a faint trace of blood. Suddenly, the fog surged, and several figures broke through the fog: corrugated hats, yellow tassel knots tied under the chin, and the corners of white scarves faintly exposed on the forehead. Lined with a single coat, the whole body of chain mail covered with mesh is covered with mesh, and the dense armor rings are stained with dew and shiny. They either carried heavy scimitars or prismatic spears in their hands, and the fierce light shone brightly in anticipation.

It is the elite of the Yuan army, the knights of the North Court.

At this moment, these knights of the North Court were not riding horses, and they were extremely cautious in their manners. With weapons in hand, they were on guard in four directions, and they followed suit, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The further I went, the stronger the smell of blood became, and suddenly, a corpse appeared in front of me. Judging from his attire, he was a soldier, and the weapon on his body was gone, but there was a piece of sentry and a sentry not far from his side, which was obviously a patrolman.

The blue eyes of the color-eyed people suddenly became sharper, and their movements became more and more cautious, and after confirming that the patrolman was dead, several of them continued to move forward. At each stage, one or several corpses were found, in different forms, or cold arrows, or stabbed in the heart, or cut throats, but without exception, all of them were Yuan soldiers.

The eyes of the people with colored eyes grew colder and colder, and when they found the corpse of a soldier lying prone by the stream again, their eyes turned to confusion.

Judging from the outfit of this Yuan Bing, he should be a brand head, but the waist card is missing. The most important thing is that his wound is completely different from the corpse of the Yuan soldier seen earlier, and the Yuan soldier in front can also see that the wound was caused by He Weapon, and the fatal wound on the head of this brand is only two places - a finger-sized blood hole on his left chest, and a fist-sized blood hole on the same side of his back.

The head of the brand turned pale and his face was extremely painful, which was a sign of bleeding to death.

After examining the wound, a knight with colored eyes looked even more frightened in confusion, and raised his head to a sign and said, "The two wounds are actually caused by the same artifact, this is a penetrating wound." The front is sharp and the back is wide, and it is killed with one blow, what kind of weapon is it? ”

The colored knight said, "Could it be a musket?" ”

Semu shook his head: "There are a lot of people in the camp who have been hit by musket projectiles, I have been to see them, and they are indeed miserable, with broken stomachs and intestines, broken hands and feet, but I have never seen such wounds." ”

Not far away, another man called out: "Here are a few more." ”

Several knights of color rushed towards the place in unison. Sure enough, five or six Yuan soldiers, covered in blood, were lying on their stomachs in the grass.

The knights were shocked and angry, along the way, counting the eyes, a total of no less than twenty Yuan soldiers were killed, all of them patrols, and none of them could send out a warning signal. These Song Army sentry spies are so elite! What exactly do they want to do?

The Ishikime Knight approached the corpse of a prone soldier, and seeing no wound on his back, he reached out and turned the corpse over—and when the corpse turned over, he saw that the corpse's eyes seemed to blink.

The knight was stunned for a moment, and he thought he was dazzled, but the sixth sense of the rest of his life made him feel cold all over his body, and his body's reaction was faster than his brain. Quickly back away and draw the knife.

However, it was too late—the "corpse" raised his hand, pulled the hanging sword, and a crossbow bolt flew off the string, and in a flash it sank into the knight's chest.

Ahh

The knights of the North Court deserve to be the elite of the Yuan army, and the moment their companions were plotted, the rest of them all reacted, and they drew their swords and raised their spears, and they were extremely angry. These Song people are so hateful that they even pretend to be corpses to carry out plots.

"Leave one alive, and kill the rest!" The head of the brand shouted angrily and ordered, and rushed to the Song soldier who had plotted against his companions. Although the soldier's crossbow was powerful, and he could easily penetrate the chain mail at close range, the crossbow was too slow to shoot at the enemy, and he was absolutely sure that he would kill the opponent before he could hit the arrow.

But at this moment, the head of the brand saw that the Song soldier sat up calmly and unhurriedly, took out a strange-shaped iron bump from the holster on his waist, and aimed it at himself.

For some reason, at this moment, the head of the brand only felt an electric current rushing from head to toe, and his body was numb. An unprecedented sense of fear trembled all over, and with a violent roar, the leather boots kicked the ground violently, the turf rolled up, the mud and sand flew up, and the sword light came to the end.

Bang!

The skull of the brand was lifted off, red and white splashed, and the sword light that was originally like a dragon instantly turned into a dead snake, and the strong body slammed into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Almost at the same time, several "corpses" in the grass jumped up one after another, each holding a long and short spear, and aimed at the remaining four knights of the North Court to pull the board strike.

Bang bang bang!

Except for one of the four battle-hardened warriors who threw out a short knife urgently, and was immediately beaten into a honeycomb by a shotgun, the other three were knocked down by random guns before they had time to make any moves.

The knight fell to the ground, vomiting blood, convulsing, his brown eyes, which were fading the color of life, staring at the bleeding wound in his chest. He finally understood what caused the strange wound on the head of the patrol soldier...... However, what kind of weapon, he still does not understand. Death is not blinding......

Long Feiyi, Yang Zheng, Zhang Junbao, Grasshopper and others each held pistols and shotguns, their eyes through the gap crosshair, staring at several corpses on the ground, and slowly approaching. Then Yang Zheng and Grasshopper lowered their bodies and examined the corpse. Long Feiyi and Zhang Junbao were on guard with guns in case the enemy was not dead and counterattacked.

It wasn't until they were sure that all the enemies had been killed that several people relaxed and surrounded them one after another: "Tiehu, is there anything wrong?" ”

Han Tiehu first shot a knight with a crossbow, and then killed the head of the brand with a five-four pistol, but he was also hit by a short knife in his left chest.

Han Tiehu sat up, gritted his teeth and tore off the bloody clothes of the Yuan soldiers, revealing the rattan cuirass. But I saw a short knife inserted in my left chest, and I pulled it out with a little force, and the rattan armor was broken, but the tip of the knife was bloodless.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's great!" Zhang Junbao and Grasshopper breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and hugged Han Tiehu hard, and shook it.

Long Feiyi swept the fine iron short knife, this kind of throwing knife is still quite heavy, it is enough to break the leather armor and kill the opponent within ten steps...... It seems that this rattan armor is still very easy to use.

The fog surged, and Ah Zai's dark and thin face poked out of the fog: "The patrol in front has been solved, how are you here?" ”

Long Feiyi put away the short knife, looked back and ordered: "Put away the weapons and armor, and leave here quickly." ”

The sun was gradually rising, the morning fog was slowly dissipating, and the smell of blood in the air was fading little by little, and no one could have imagined what had happened before if it weren't for a few corpses on the ground that had been stripped of their underwear.

……

After scratching his head for three days and two nights, pulling a few locks of hair, The Hague finally completed the most difficult military report of his life. In fact, he could have let his staff put pen to paper, just sign and seal it himself, but he didn't dare to do so, but wrote it himself, and presented the reasons before and after the battle in detail, not daring to hide it in the slightest, and taking the responsibility for the defeat on himself. He couldn't understand Atta's temperament any better, and blaming it would only make him angrier, and taking responsibility was the best policy.

As soon as he put down his pen, a hundred households of the Beiting Army reported and whispered a few words to the sudden loss of The Hague.

Suddenly, The Hague's eyelids twitched: "What is the intention of this Song army sentry?" ”

Baihu said in a low voice: "Maybe it's to find out the intelligence of my camp, maybe it's ...... There are plans for my ships. ”

Suddenly Hague rolled his eyelids: "What can such a person do?" ”

Baihu thought for a while and said, "It should be the first to investigate and pave the way for the follow-up actions of its army." ”

Suddenly The Hague thought that no matter what Song Jun's plans for his own wharf, such a person would not be able to set off any storms.

"Order, all gates, patrols, especially the dock ships, must be strictly guarded, and no one person or boat shall be allowed to enter!"

"The last general commands."