"Junmen, we are all unhappy for you, don't say anything else, you are a blood bubble, how many military exploits have you made for the court, how many gifts you have received, just such a battle was not fought well, and you were sent to this baggage camp, why?"

"That's right, Junmen, Diaoyu City was originally a dangerous place, and even the Mongols couldn't get through it back then, so with our little people, how could we fight it down in one day, and it was obvious that it was difficult for a strongman. 【Latest chapter reading. 】”

"The most hateful thing is those villains, today we have lost a lot of sons, look at the stone pillar barbarians, maybe they can be captured tomorrow, Lord Zeng has to cheapen those grandsons with a military order, is this fair?"

The henchmen drank a few glasses of wine, and they were all in a mouth, they were originally military men, and they didn't pay so much attention to it, so they began to talk about it with their big tongues, and the more they thought about it, the more angry they became, and the more angry they became.

Although he made a military order to promise to capture Diaoyu City, he did not capture it within the time limit of one day, and he should be punished, but he did his best, and so many families died, and he was sent like this, and he was really unwilling.

Yang Zhan's heart became more and more depressed, and he poured wine into his stomach one after another, as the saying goes, wine is sorrowful, and sorrow is added three points. The wine is inferior wine, and after drinking it, a few people pushed the cup and changed the lamp, drank while scolding, drank a few wine jars, patted the table and asked the soldiers to find a few jars of wine, and drank some R food, drunk and lit up the lamp.

It was not until late at night that the big tent stopped, lying in the tent horizontally, drooling and snoring like thunder, and Yang Zhan lay on the long case, snoring the loudest.

The main generals are drinking alcohol, and the soldiers below are all doing the same, they are all some soldier oil, who doesn't know how to be lazy, at the end of this day, surviving in the shadow of the sword and sword, they are tired enough to choke, and they have fallen asleep in the camp tent, even the officers on duty who should patrol the camp according to the rules have found a leeward place to sleep secretly.

The night was deep, the black clouds covered the moon, except for the light of the torches and lanterns scattered all over the camp, it was pitch black in all directions, and the sentry standing at the gate held his spear, yawning incessantly, and his sleepy eyes were hazy and chatting without a word.

The camp of tens of thousands of people fell into a deep sleep, and the Diaoyu City on the mountain was also silent, and both sides were taking advantage of the darkness, **** wounds, recovering their physical strength, and accumulating strength for the next day's life and death.

No one noticed that in the barren grass outside the wooden wall of the baggage camp, a frog chirped three times, stopped, and immediately responded to the shadow of the trees not far away, and a moment later, a figure rushed out of the woods and came to the grass.

This man was dressed in a black night suit, a burly man, taking advantage of a faint starlight in the sky, and he was speeding through the grass in the dark, walking and stopping, as if he was looking for something.

A figure stood up from among the grass, grabbed his hand, and dragged him into a pile of grass, and the man in black flashed in and whispered to the man who pulled him: "My lord, you are here!" ”

The voice is calm and innocent, it is Chen Xiang's signature voice, and the person who pulled him showed half of his face in the grass, and looked in the direction of Yang Zhan's heavy camp, but it was Wang Huan.

"How? Can the guards of Zeng Ying's camp find out? Wang Huan asked in a low voice.

Chen Xiang approached him, stretched out his hand and pointed outward: "Yang Zhan's poor siege today, which made Zeng Ying angry, and sent him to the baggage camp as a guard, but this was what we didn't expect. ”

His voice was a little joyful, pointing to a large tent in the center of the wooden wall and said: "I have been lying here for a long time, and I heard the sound of someone shouting for wine in the big tent, and I saw Yang Zhan and several generals gathered in the crowd, but they never came out, most of them were drunk and died in the tent. ”

The corners of Wang Huan's mouth grinned slightly, and he laughed softly: "Yang Zhan suffered a big loss, and was disgusted by Zeng Ying, he must be depressed in his heart, and he should borrow wine to drown his sorrows." Look at it, in such an important baggage camp, there is no patrol sergeant, and there is no secret sentry, there are a few bright posts at the door, such slackness, it seems that Yang Zhan has no fighting spirit in his heart. ”

Behind him, a few more heads popped up, it was Zu Bian, Ma Wannian and others, and behind a few people, there were countless figures in black pressure, wearing armor and holding knives, bending over and squatting in the grass in full armor, quietly without a sound.

Wang Huan's face was straight, and he said in a deep voice: "This is just right, it is more conducive to us to act, and then according to the method agreed upon in the plan, I will lead people to rush to the heavy camp and set it on fire, you each identify your own goals, lurk outside the camp, and use the fire as a signal to kill together, Zeng Ying can't figure out how many people there are in the dark, and he can't figure out who is stealing the camp, it will be a big chaos, as long as his army is in chaos, the general who will let him be famous for a long time is helpless, only to flee for his life." ”

Several people on the ancestral side laughed, these people are rough people, and the "hehe" sound made by covering their voices is terrifying, Wang Huan got a J skin bump, shivered, and asked in a vicious voice: "Do you understand?" ”

Everyone responded softly, "Understood! ”

Wang Huan waved his hand, and everyone hugged his fists in the dark, turned his head and left, and took the white-robed soldiers who belonged to him, and touched them along the edge of the fire in Zeng Ying's camp.

Wang Huan took Chen Xiang and hid in the grass, silent, waiting patiently, and the white-robed soldiers in Kuizhou behind him also did not make a sound, like a group of stone statues buried in the grass, waiting silently.

About an hour later, the sound of the bangzi in the Zeng British army passed three rounds, and when more than ten sentries at the gate of the camp squatted on the ground and began to doze off, Wang Huan stood up and roared in his mouth: "Okay, do it!" ”

He carried a spear with an ash rod, a sharp blade and a waist knife hanging from his waist, a white scarf wrapped around his head, and a white robe covered with rattan armor, his strong figure was almost the same as the height of his ancestors, and he was majestic in armor and holding a gun.

At the gate of the baggage camp, several fires were burning, illuminating the boundary within a radius of dozens of steps, more than ten stragglers were led by a general, bored or sitting or lying, passing the time, the general closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, but because of the damp underground, he couldn't sleep, he opened his eyes again and looked forward casually.

This look almost scared his soul out, only to see the fire in front of him, a group of white ghosts rushed over, the group of white shadows seemed to be not touching the ground from a distance, flying towards him, holding a long white stick in his hand to hook the soul, like the white impermanence from the underworld.

"There are ghosts!" The total frightened seven spirits went to three stops, and after a strange scream, he turned his head and was about to run, but he heard the sound of breaking the air behind him, and several crossbow arrows came, came out of his chest, and nailed him to the ground alive.

Wang Huan's eyes were full of murder, holding a spear in his hand, he stepped forward, stabbed the spear into the chest of a sentry who had just woken up from sleep and was in a daze, and quickly pulled it out, letting the blood spurt all over his body, and stabbed at the next sentry without stopping.

None of the white-robed soldiers behind him made a sound, and they only cared about the mountain-destroying crossbow in their hands, and the spear in his hand stabbed when he saw someone, and a dozen sentinels at the gate of the gate rushed directly into the camp.

The camp was quiet, no one noticed that a group of uninvited guests had broken in, and when Wang Huan and the others entered, there was no one in the camp to meet them, and the snoring in the tents everywhere was still there, only the campfire crackled.

The king rejoiced, and the night attack had so far gone so well, that he drew a burning stick of dry wood from a campfire, threw it on the top of a tent, and shouted, "Kill! Set! ”

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