Liu Jiu was drenched and climbed ashore from the water.

This is ten miles upstream of Huang Chunshui. Taking advantage of the night, at such a distance, there should be no more scouts sent by Wang Mu.

The water of the New Year is bitterly cold. And after going ashore, through the cold wind blowing, it is like falling into an ice cave. Even Liu Xuan's physique trembled slightly.

And the rangers behind him were even more pale.

The rangers have been rampant on the streets for many years, and they only use swords, not armor. This time, in order to reduce the weight of the river crossing, everyone wore only the thinnest clothes on their bodies. At this moment, in the cold wind, it is almost naked. But even so, in this turbulent river, everyone still needs to hold a wooden plank to barely swim across the river nearly ten zhang wide.

Liu Xuan turned his head and counted the number of people. Of the one hundred and seventy-three rangers at the time of departure, only one hundred and sixty remained. The remaining thirteen people have been swept away by the river forever due to cold or physical exhaustion.

In order to avoid being discovered and not to start a fire, they could only simply wring out as much water as possible from their clothes, and then followed closely behind Liu Xuan, sneaking downstream in the direction of the river.

No one spoke, and no one complained. All the surviving rangers pursed their lips tightly, held the hilt of the sword at their waists, and formed a neat formation side by side, following behind Liu Xuan.

And no matter how biting the cold wind was, no matter how trembling their bodies were, they never lowered their proud heads.

Because they are the rangers of Wancheng and the subordinates of the Dragon of Huangquan!

After walking for half an hour, the group finally approached the camp in front of them. Indeed, as expected, the scale of the camp on the north bank was indeed not large, and the garrison inside was only three or five thousand people.

One hundred and sixty versus thousands, this would have been an extremely disparity of contrast. But on one side are the ranger swordsmen who come prepared, specializing in melee fighting, and on the other side are the soldiers who are asleep and defenseless against the impending slaughter. No matter how large the disparity is, the initial chaos cannot be avoided.

The key to winning is whether Liu Jiu can make full use of the initial chaos and capture the pontoon bridge before the new army reacts!

When the one hundred and sixty-one people approached the camp, they all fell to the ground, moving their bodies little by little towards the camp. Although it was already a child's time, there were still many high platforms in the fence around the camp, and torches were lit for the soldiers who were on guard to look.

Thirty zhang ...... Ten Zhang...... Wuzhang ......

Liu Xuan carefully chose the route with the darkest firelight, avoiding the eyes of the soldiers watching from the high platform all the way, and finally arrived under the wooden fence of the camp.

He reached out and gestured behind him, watching as the gesture passed backwards in a row to the end of the line.

All the rangers got the message, so now-

It's time to decide the winner!

Liu Xuan took out the short knife hidden in his arms, and threw it forward with his fingertips. The dagger made a low, sharp sound of breaking through the air and flew towards the nearest high platform in front of him.

The sentry was completely unaware of what was happening, and a chill ran through his throat as he heard the faint sound of the air breaking.

The coolness passed, and there was a burst of warmth. Blood spurted from the wound in the throat, wetting the placket. He clutched the knife in his throat, his eyes widening as he tried to breathe. But his trachea had been severed, but he could only spray blood foam from the wound and let out a helpless snort.

Until he died, he didn't understand why the camp on the north bank of the river was still attacked at night, even though the 100,000 army was ahead.

And the "enemy attack" of that alarm can only rot in his heart forever.

Liu Xuan got rid of the sentry in this direction, and with a slight support of his hands, he crossed the wooden fence that was just more than one person high. The ranger behind him also followed into the camp. Such a low fence does not become any obstacle at all in front of them.

"Spread out, one tent per person, and assemble at the pontoon!" Liu Xuan gave the order briefly, and the rangers under his command immediately dispersed according to the plan that had been repeatedly emphasized countless times.

One hundred and sixty people, and at the same time drew their long swords. The sound of choking sounded over the camp like a soft dragon roar.

At the same time, it was accompanied by the roar of one hundred and sixty people.

Because at this point, there is no need to hide your tracks anymore.

One hundred and sixty unsheathed swords began the harvest of the sleeping soldiers!

Between the tents, there are naturally guards on duty at night. But no one could have imagined that with an army of 100,000 on the other side of the river, such a group of killing gods would fall from the sky. The guards squad of three or five people, facing a surprise attack, and under such a narrow terrain in the camp, they were not at all the opponents of the ranger swordsmen who had been skilled in fighting and assassinating for many years.

Before the spear could be stabbed, the sword had already pierced into the throat first. The shield had just covered the front, but the back of the heart had been pierced. And even to death, all the guards still kept screaming in their hearts—

Where the hell did they come from!

In a matter of moments, the guards patrolling this corner of the camp had been slaughtered. Some of the soldiers in the tent were still asleep, while others, even when they had woken up, were just rubbing their sleepy eyes, dressing in a panic, and scrambling to find their weapons.

And when they just clenched their spears and swords, they always saw the tent being quickly cut open by the sharp sword, and a figure covered in blood swept into the tent, and those faces were all full of cruel smiles.