Snoring was heard in the Ming military camp, and the guards looked like fireflies in the dark night, guarding the safety of their comrades.

But those black-clothed people lying on the ground and walking towards the camp like centipedes and snakes are not at all what ordinary people can see.

The men in black infiltrated the camp silently, but they were not interested in the ordinary patrol soldiers, and only approached the obviously larger military tent. Their targets are not ordinary soldiers who are bitter, only generals with military positions are the targets of assassination that they venture into.

A dozen or so special combat team members are nothing more than a drop in the bucket of troops, and they are simply unable to defend the entire camp. Rao's special combat team was still divided into eight groups, with no more than two people scattered in each group in the camp.

A member of the special operations team lying on top of the military tent suddenly shook his ears, he seemed to hear some sound of Suosuo, but when he listened closely, there was no trace of it, as if he was hallucinating. He'd heard a lot of similar voices these days, and in the jungle there were always some little beasts that were flying and doggy in the dark night.

After listening carefully for a while, the special combat team member lay down again on top of the tent.

The man in black moved quite quickly and agilely, the camp tent of the Ming army commander was already close in front of him, and Zhao Dezhu's snoring came out of the camp tent, like a sleeping beast.

There were three black-clothed people who came here, and they glanced at each other and planned to enter Zhao Dezhu's camp.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, and this figure fell from the top of the tent, like a fallen leaf without strength.

It was the members of the special operations team who had just noticed the anomaly.

He looked coldly at the three black-clothed men in front of him who seemed to be stretched out and stolen, and a three-edged military thorn about two feet long was taken out from his waist, and the black appearance did exude a strong murderous aura.

The three men in black quickly recovered from the momentary surprise, and saw that there was only one person on the other side, and it was simply stupid to not immediately shout for help and remind others after appearing themselves.

After making a look at each other, the three of them gathered around in a semicircle, and they had always been reluctant to send him to see the king of Yama with such a big person.

In just an instant, three sharp swords with cold light attacked and killed the unknown Ming army from different angles.

The young members of the special operations team pursed their lips and let out a sound like the chirping of a night owl, and then they shook the triangular stabbing and sealed the three swords stabbed from different directions.

Coupled with the pace of their feet, the attacks of the three black-clothed ninjas failed one after another.

After a low whisper, the three black-clothed ninjas rubbed their bodies again, two of them attacked the lower plate with one short body, and the other swept the knife and slashed at the chest of the young man of the special combat team, attacking in all directions without dead ends.

However, the young man was not afraid, his body suddenly lay backwards, stabbed into the ground with the military thorn in his hand, dodged the knife in the chest, and instantly raised his feet and kicked the black-clothed ninja who was rolling on the ground.

The black-clothed ninja was also extremely agile, and the attacking three-way one pounced directly, and the two people under him dodged sideways, and were kicked on the arm and snorted slightly.

In this fight, the two sides exchanged swords and swords, and the cold wind gusted, but there was no loud sound, so that Zhao Dezhu in the tent was still snoring like thunder, and there was no noise at all.

The black-clothed ninja who pounced on him saw that he didn't take down the young man with a knife, so he didn't even entangle, but directly sped up his pace and rushed towards Zhao Dezhu's tent. Capture the thief and capture the king first, and the man who sleeps like a dead pig inside is their target.

But this was just wishful thinking, and as soon as the boy lifted the curtain of the tent with his sword, he saw a big foot stick out of it and imprint it on his face.

Comes like the wind, goes like electricity, full of old teeth.

The young man who was one to two frowned dissatisfiedly, and said in a low voice like a mosquito: "Don't make too much noise, it is already our dereliction of duty to be touched by these people, if we wake up the soldiers in the battalion again, where will we put the face of our special combat team tomorrow morning?" ”

The special combat team member who had not yet put down the big foot smiled silently, touched his nose and gestured awkwardly: "Understood." ”

The fight before Zhao Dezhu's handsome tent was just a corner of the entire huge military camp, and in several other places, there were also members of the special combat team who came out of their respective corners of the defense, either sneak attack or confrontation head-on, and fought with the black-clothed ninja one after another.

The black-clothed ninjas who came to carry out the assassination were miserable at this time, they were originally the side of the sneak attack, and what they needed was a quiet environment, but as a result, these elite Ming troops on the opposite side not only did not shout loudly, but instead fought a secret war with their own people.

What's even more terrifying is that the strength of this group of Ming troops who suddenly appeared is extremely strong, and their own group of people are not opponents at all, and it is really sad to be beaten and not let shout.

However, the black-clothed ninjas who came to sneak attack would rather be beaten than face a dozen people than wake up the sleeping 3,000 Ming army, at least now it seems that they are evenly matched.

In front of Zhao Dezhu's tent, a two-on-three battle has entered the white heat. The three black-clothed ninjas can't escape, they can't shout when they are beaten, they already have a will to die with each other, if they can't cut off the head of the main general of the Ming army, and they can't retreat with their whole body, then take down the two soldiers of the Ming army in front of them!

"The jade is burned, long live the Tojo family!" The three black-clad ninjas let out a low cry and slashed at the two special forces members with eggs hitting stones.

"What did these three fools just say? Long live what? ”

"I don't know, but no matter what, it's blasphemy against the emperor, and it's unforgivable!"

"Oh, this kid's knife skills are really bad, I'm too lazy to hide, why don't we use a crossbow?"

"Wait, I heard the emperor say that the ninjas in Japan are all strong and proficient in assassination and spying, let's see what other means this group of people have, and collect some information to show the brothers."

While dodging the attack of the black-clothed ninja, the two guys flew up with a gesture with both hands, and exchanged frantically.

A quarter of an hour later, the two of them looked boredly at the knife in the hand of the black-clothed ninja, the cross slash against the wind, the dance of the three suns and the moon, each name was quite atmospheric, but it was useless.

The three ninjas were tired and panting after slashing and fighting, but the two Ming soldiers on the opposite side were indifferent, and they didn't even cut off a piece of their clothes.

"Forget it, that's it, it looks like there are no new tricks for these three waste materials, let's solve them."

"yes, yes, we'll be able to get some more sleep when we're done."

"What the fuck are you thinking? Lao Tzu is not good at that! ”

"What the fuck are you thinking? Disgusting! ”

A gust of wind blew, and the black clouds that covered the sky went somewhere, maybe they came from somewhere.

Early in the morning of the second day, the sky was just dawning, and Zhao Dezhu, who was yawning, just lifted the tent door and let out an angry roar: "Which king and eight lambs hang people's heads at the door of Lao Tzu, damn, three dead people's heads scared Lao Tzu!" ”

(Tianjin)