Now Feng Xiaojin can be described as a little rich woman.

In the case of guerrillas, supplies such as grain and grass are very important, and these baggage items are essential supplies on the battlefield.

To this end, she took more than fifty storage rings from Lin Yu, and the storage space of each ring was more than ten cubic meters......

Basically, for every ten-person squad of the Wind Resisting Army, one ring can be allocated, and ten cubic meters of space is enough to ensure their endurance and logistics.

In addition, before Feng Xiaojin set off, she also got the Demon God Ring in her sister's hand, and then her mother gave her the Disaster Ring as well.

So she's super inflated now, ready to hit ten at a time!

However, for the sake of strategy, she still thought of a lot of tricks to play games with the Reims Empire.

"I heard...... You killed Brother Lin Yu's favorite little sister," Feng Xiaojin rolled her eyes, then took out the map again, and silently drew a few small crosses on it.

"Then you, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this swamp!"

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Samson, the King of Light, the mood these days can be described as very aggrieved!

Three days in a row, three days passed, and almost every night there were soldiers in the tents who disappeared inexplicably.

As of today, 500 people have gone missing!

On the first day disappeared ten tents of people, a total of a hundred.

On the second and third days, twenty tents disappeared every night, adding up to a total of four hundred!

In fact, on the first day of this situation, Samson had already stepped up his patrols, even doubling the number of patrols!

However, the people in the tent still disappeared!

This time, Samson has no way to block the news!

On the first day, in order to block the news, Samson announced that these men had fled, and he borrowed the centurion's head to quell the riots of the day.

But the next day, something like this happened again, and there was nothing he could do. can only claim to the outside that they have been attacked, so that everyone can strengthen their defense.

This time, Samson couldn't hide the news at all, so the mysterious news was spread all at once!

Last night, Samson had already strengthened his vigilance, increasing his night patrols, and even having the priests set up a light barrier around the camp despite their tiredness, so that undead creatures would not enter the camp, or rather, they would warn him whenever undead creatures entered.

But the night passed, and the barrier was not touched at all.

At this time, the worst thing in the barracks still happened, and now everyone is panicking, everyone is worried about whether they will disappear suddenly, and the atmosphere of fear instantly spreads to the entire barracks.

Because of the panic, Samson had not marched much for three days, and he knew that if the matter was not resolved, even if the army was on the battlefield, it would be useless.

Soldiers who go to battle with fear have three points weaker morale, and how can they fight with people?

Therefore, in the past three days, the advance and marching speed of the troops was extremely slow, and the total distance advanced was only thirty kilometers!

Today, their army came to a flat land and temporarily stationed there.

The soldiers, all of whom were powerlessly tidying up their tents, watched as the sun slowly set in the west, and the more the sun set, the more panicked they became.

Many soldiers did not even eat well at dinner, but spent all their time praying that the god of light would bless them.

"Pass my command," said Samson, the King of Light, knowing that he had to take effective measures, "from tonight onwards, one person must be left in every tent to keep vigil, and everyone will take turns to keep vigil, so that at least someone in such a tent will know what is going on!"

"Yes!" a guard hurried to deliver the order.

That's right, one of the things that worries Samson the most now is that he doesn't know what's going on these days, he really doesn't have a clue.

According to the scout's investigation on the first day, there seemed to be a dark aura of undead creatures in the tent, but the priest in the barracks quickly rejected it after investigation, because almost the entire Naraku swamp had a dark aura floating in the air, because this was originally a gathering place for undead creatures.

As for which place has a stronger dark aura and that place has less, it cannot be used as a basis at all, because they also found a relatively strong dark aura in other tents, but the soldiers there are all right, and they sleep until dawn.

In other words, this is probably not the ghost of the undead creatures!

So what is it exactly?

This night, Samson, the King of Light, didn't sleep all night!

"Quick, report to me the number of missing people in each battalion!" Samson yawned, then rubbed his eyes, he didn't care about resting, and directly asked his subordinates to report the situation to him!

Ten minutes later, his subordinates came back and reported to him: "Report to the general, no one is missing tonight, just ......"

"Great!" Samson interrupted him when he heard that no one was missing, "It's good that no one is missing, which means that last night's efforts were not in vain, it's great, I can finally sleep peacefully!"

It seems that I didn't stay up late last night in vain!

Samson was still a little sleepy, but by this time, his sleepiness had been washed away by joy.

Now, he just wants to have a good breakfast and get a good night's sleep!

"No, no, General......" said his subordinates in a hesitant manner.

"Why, is there anything else with you?" asked Samson.

"Report General...... No one was missing last night, but someone died!"

"Dead?" Samson was a little surprised, and immediately became nervous, "Who is dead?"

"A lot of people died!"

"A lot of people...... How many have died?"

"A hundred tents...... A thousand dead!"

"What!" Samson was so shocked and angry that he grabbed the neck of his subordinate who had come to report the news with one hand, and asked angrily, "Will you tell Lao Tzu again?"

"Yes...... General, 1,000 people died last night, it's easy to calculate, 10 people live in a tent, and 1,000 people die in 100 tents! These people were all directly stabbed in the throat, and there was no living mouth, and the people who shot were all neat, and almost silently completed the ......."

With a "bang", Samson weakly let go of his subordinates' hands, and the whole person was not good.

Inside the tent, there was a sudden silence.

"Newspaper—"

At this moment, another herald hurried in, breaking the silence.