Burning wood was thrown onto the roofs of the tents scattered all over the place, and the autumn was crisp and the west wind was blowing, and it was the auspicious time when the moon was dark and the tents were set on fire, and the tents built by the tarpaulin were instantly ignited and turned into huge torches, devouring the sleeping people.

After lighting more than a dozen tents, the screams of the soldiers who were awakened by the fire finally made the entire baggage camp boil, the white-robed soldiers had a clear division of labor, some were responsible for setting fires, some were responsible for stabbing the tent with spears, and some rushed out of the tent directly with a shot to knock down, and very efficiently advanced all the way to the center of the camp, where there were several granaries piled up, which stored the few rations of Zeng Ying's whole army.

And Wang Huan was led by Chen Xiang and threw himself directly into the big cowhide tent in the middle of the camp that was larger than the other tents, and Yang Zhan and a few of his henchmen drank in it to relieve their boredom.

As soon as Wang Huan led people to the door, he saw that the cowhide door curtain was lifted, and two generals with five big and three thick generals stood up with the smell of wine, several steps away, and the smell of wine and meat that made people vomit almost smoked Wang Huan's head.

"Who, who, who's making noise? Fight, disturb the army, the military gate Yaxing, old, old, Lao Tzu can't kill him! One of the generals stammered with his tongue wide and tried to open his eyes wide in a vicious manner, and shouted at Wang Huan with drunken eyes.

The other was more sober, his eyes widened, the fire full of camps and the white-robed soldiers killing people everywhere, coupled with the terrible screams, fools knew what was going on.

This man turned around and wanted to go back, but Wang Huan strangled the spear, and the horizontal hook on the spear firmly locked his neck from behind, this man was in pain, and instinctively grabbed the blade of the gun with both hands, but how could the iron sharp hook be blocked by the flesh and blood palm? Wang Huan stretched out his hands and pulled them, his hands picked up and the gun fell, and the general's neck was cut with a bloody wound, cutting off the aorta and trachea, and the general's mouth screamed a few times, and his hands were bloodstained and grabbed twice in the air, and he fell to the ground.

The other military general was so angry with blood that he woke up most of the time, and just shouted: "Enemy attack!" He was shot in the stomach by Ma Wannian, bent over and lowered his head in pain like a shrimp, curled up on the ground and struggled to death.

"Rush in!" Wang Huan shouted briefly.

The white-robed soldiers behind him immediately divided into five or six knife players holding waist knives and rattan cards, and opened the cowhide door curtain like a whirlwind and rushed in, there were several angry shouts and the sound of cups and plates falling to the ground, and after a pause, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came out, and after a while, the knife players came out with a person who was tied into zongzi, and one of the knife players had a large bruise on his face, and his face was full of anger.

"My lord, the people in the tent have all been solved, but this big official is so drunk that he was captured alive by the little ones, and when he was tied up, he woke up a little drunk, and slammed his head into the face, and one of our brothers was bruised in the face." The captain of a knife player reported that he kicked Yang Zhan, who was tightly tied, by the way.

Yang Zhanyu was still half drunk and half awake, and dimly saw many people in different clothes and armor from his own soldiers in his own camp to kill people, although his head was dizzy, but he immediately understood that things were not good, looking at the color of the clothes, like the stone pillar Kuizhou soldiers on Diaoyu City, he knew that the big thing was going to be bad, this was stolen by others.

"Dog thief, you have the courage to let go of your grandfather, and fight with your grandfather three hundred times...... Whining~~! Yang Zhanjiu was in his head, and the soldiers were in the habit of being a ruffian, so he was about to put a few cruel words before he died, but the knife players smoked a few big-eared scrapers and gagged them with rags under Wang Huan's instructions.

"Tie him up and put him on a high pole to show his soldiers." Wang Huan said lightly, capture the thief first, capture the king first, the master of the army will be arrested, and the soldiers will naturally collapse and disintegrate, so the news of Yang Zhan's capture must be shown first.

There is a thick flagpole in front of the cowhide tent, the knife players ran out, lowered the big flag above and threw it away, tied Yang Zhan up, pulled it to the top with a rope, and couldn't move like a zombie, the flagpole was tall, and the whole baggage camp could see the living people on display.

"Yang Zhan has been captured alive! Yang Zhan has been captured alive! The soldiers and soldiers in the baggage camp were already at a loss in the dark night, and the enemy was panicked, and suddenly saw that his master was tied to a high flagpole, where there was still fighting spirit, and he couldn't care about anything under the fear, and they scattered and fled, and no one dared to resist anymore.

The baggage camp was chaotic into a pot of porridge, everywhere there were headless flies fleeing for their lives, some dizzy ran in the opposite direction, just hit the muzzle of the Kuizhou soldiers, were stabbed to death by a shot, there were fires everywhere, there were corpses everywhere, I don't know how many Kuizhou soldiers were attacking in the dark, only to feel the shouts everywhere, the white armor figure was everywhere, the roar of "killing the enemy" shook the world, even if there were some brave people who wanted to resist desperately, they were also rushed by the fleeing soldiers and could not gain a foothold.

In fact, with Wang Huan, there are only 500 people, with 6,000 soldiers and people in the baggage battalion, and real swords and guns to fight a battle, Wang Huan's people have long been swallowed alive, but Wang Huan chose to attack at night, and the darkness covered the disadvantage of few soldiers, and the white armor was particularly eye-catching in the dark, giving people the illusion that there were Kuizhou soldiers in white armor in all directions.

"My lord, this camp has burned down, and a lot of dog-legged officers and soldiers have been killed!" Ma Wannian shouted excitedly, running from a distance, the long knife in his hand was dripping with blood, and his expression was full of excitement about killing the enemy and making meritorious contributions to the battle.

Wang Huan stood under the flagpole with a spear in his hand, his face was baked red by the fire, he looked calmly and calmly at the Kuizhou soldiers advancing towards the edge of the camp, and said in a loud voice: "Okay, let the soldiers focus on driving and killing, let the defeated soldiers mess up, drive them to run towards Zeng Ying's camp, disrupt his camp, and cooperate with them on the ancestral side!" ”

The herald standing beside him agreed, and immediately gave the order around, and the battlefield was chaotic, and he had to rely on manpower to shout loudly, so that every hundred captains and captains who led the team could hear it, so that it could play a role.

Ma Wannian wiped a handful of sweat, lifted the long knife and blushed with a red face, unable to tell whether he was roasted by the fire or emotional, and almost screamed to Wang Huan: "My lord, I'll go and kill again." ”

Wang Huan looked at him with a smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, save your strength and use it slowly, when you contribute, hold it first, follow me to meet Zeng Ying!" ”

Ma Wannian nodded vigorously, not realizing that there was anything wrong with him obeying his words in front of this young man who was several years younger than himself, in his heart, he had already regarded Wang Huan as an invincible god of war.

Wang Huan lifted the spear, leaving a few knife players to look at Yang Zhan, who was hanging bacon, and walked out, shouting loudly: "Kuizhou Erlang follow me forward and kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions!" ”

Countless white-clad Kuizhou soldiers echoed in unison, gathering behind Wang Huan from all directions of the fire-like camp, forming a white torrent, chasing thousands of disheveled wolves and panicked stragglers in front of them, breaking through the camp fence made of rough wooden fences, and breaking into Zeng Ying's Chinese army camp.