Chapter 135: Night Attack

The next day, late at night, the night was like ink, and most of the people in the world had already slept.

It seems that the wind and sand at night are much smaller than during the day, and when I sleep, there is not so much sand that blows into the camp tent.

After marching for many days, it was rare to have such good weather, and the Northern Expeditionary Army slept very peacefully, and in the night, the entire barracks were silent.

Even the soldiers patrolling the camp were lazy, and they didn't see the light of the torches shine out for a long time.

Shen Conglong led 5,000 soldiers and horses, not far from the Patriotic Military Camp, standing quietly, quietly waiting for the news of the return of the spies in front.

The night was deep, and the wind and sand that had ravaged the land of Yan for a long time suddenly subsided, but despite this, it was still cold in early winter.

The inside of the guard camp was very quiet, as if all the soldiers who had come to the "Northern Expedition" were asleep, and no one was prepared for the impending danger.

With such an army, what is General Guan afraid of!

A hint of mockery flashed in Shen Conglong's eyes, and he raised his head, above the sky above his head, the ink was thick, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

This kind of weather, it seems, has been seen at some point.

He shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and just as he was about to get impatient, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming from ahead.

Immediately after, two figures tore through the darkness from the night ahead and flashed out.

After the soldiers in front stopped the two and questioned them, they let them come to Shen Conglongma.

The two of them walked a few steps quickly, knelt on the ground, and one on the left whispered:

"General Qiyu, the villain probed around the guard camp and found no abnormalities, and the Nanban all fell asleep!"

Shen Conglong's eyes lit up, and he laughed in a low voice: "Okay! ”

After speaking, he asked the two of them to get up, turned around and said hello, and the herald behind him nodded and passed the news backwards.

In the night, the 5,000 defenders of Dingbian moved silently in the direction of the unsuspecting patriotic army camp like ants.

The night is like ink, and you can't see your fingers, and it's a good night to kill.

There seemed to be a black-and-white impermanence sneering sound echoing, and a murderous aura emanated from the moving figure.

The sword is unsheathed, struggling in the night, revealing a cold light!

Whose eyes kept flickering, revealing the greed that longed for killing, longing for blood to warm the blade!

There is a breeze blowing on the face, but it can't blow away the heat that is about to taste the blood!

O man! What the hell is it for to fight in this land that has been calm for a hundred years!

What is it that makes you thirst to kill, love blood, and end your life?

Is it to realize the dream of the still sleeping emperor to conquer the world behind him, in the north, in the distant palace?

Or is it to exchange war for peace, so that the family will never be harassed by the Southern Barbarians again?

Or is it to take advantage of the situation to go south after defeating the enemy, set foot in the land of a hundred years of feud, and let the family leave this barren land forever and live a life of abundant food and clothing in the rich land?

The night is deeper!

In the winter night, it is quiet, there are no more insects and birds, and you can even hear the thunderous snoring of the sleeping Nanban soldiers.

In the darkness, there was a killing intent flowing silently, and the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom clenched the weapons in their hands.

In front, you can almost see the light of the torches used to light up the night in the camp.

But there was no figure to be found, and it seemed that all the people in the camp had already slept, only the sound of snoring echoed in this quiet night.

Soon came to the front of the enemy camp.

A touch of pride flashed in Shen Conglong's eyes, he sneered, suddenly turned the horse's head, and in the dark, under the gaze of everyone, he lit the torch in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Kill!"

The soldiers behind him responded like thunder!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Use the blood of your sleeping enemies to soothe the restless weapons in your hands!

Almost instantly, five thousand torches lit up the night sky.

In an instant, everyone held torches high to form a black fire dragon, and with a wild roar, rushed towards the still sleeping and defenseless barracks.

There seems to be a black and white impermanence of the sound of cang, resounding between heaven and earth!

The iron horsemen swept by, swords waving in their hands, and torches lit the tent, but there was not a single figure in sight.

Shen Conglong was shocked when he saw this, and his heart was not good, so he hurriedly turned his horse's head and shouted loudly: "Brothers, withdraw!" We've got it! ”

Before the words fell, I saw that from the outside of the surrounding barracks, the sound of "aggressiveness" suddenly sounded in the darkness, everyone was shocked, and hurriedly turned over and dismounted, but it was too late, only to see that from not far away, countless fiery arrows suddenly shot in, the arrows entered the flesh, and the blood was in the dim torch light, spreading a burst of blood mist, drawing a curve!

The soldier, who was still proud just now, looked at his companion who had been chatting with him not long ago with a terrible scream with a panic on his face at this moment.

The rockets kept shooting, and blood poured out of the wounds, like a brilliant rain of blood, and fell on the sand blankly, forming a dark black trace.

The blood symbolizes that the person has been here.

The good life, in this dark night, with the terrible grinning of the urging ghost, gradually withered.

Dead people are no different from dead animals, and a year later, who will remember that there was such a person, living by their side?

In the dark, behind the patriotic soldiers who were ambushed around, Wan Yanshuo frowned and sighed slightly in the gradually diffuse smell of blood.

Ahead, the enemy was still in a panic, slaughtered by sharp arrows, and the screams were endless.

The thick blood began to thicken in the night breeze, stimulating the nerves of the killing soldiers and stimulating the war knives in their hands that tried to drink blood!

After a while, Shen Conglong in the crowd saw that he had fallen into a trap, and he had no power to fight back, and he was horrified in his heart, but after all, he had been on the battlefield for a long time, and soon recovered from the shock, swung his knife and cut the oncoming arrows to the ground, and shouted at the same time, saying:

"Don't panic, stabilize the formation, and extinguish the torch in an orderly manner as Lao Tzu teaches you on weekdays! I am a dignified Yan army, are you still afraid of the barbarians of the southern country! Kill me! ”

After hearing Shen Conglong's words, the morale of the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom instantly rose, as if they had suddenly recovered from the panic, and retreated behind a circle of war horses in an orderly manner.

But before they could leave, they listened to Yan Shuo's order, and said in a loud voice:

"Rush!"

As if in an instant, countless torches lit up violently all around, and all the voices of killing were shouted in all directions, resounding through the sky and shaking the earth!

The guards around shouted and rushed towards the vanguard army of the Yan Kingdom, which had only 5,000 soldiers and horses in the crowd.

The pungent smell of blood seemed to permeate instantly.

There was a breeze blowing, sending the smell of blood into everyone's noses, stimulating the irrepressible bloodthirsty madness in their bones!

It seemed that this night would never be quiet again, and the patriotic soldiers rushed to the Yan soldiers who had just tried to stabilize the formation, slashing and killing the enemies in front of them, harvesting their lives, and tasting their blood!

Blood splattered on his face, with a warm, fishy-sweet breath that lured the blood of killing in his bones to boil.

The sword danced more fiercely.

The sound of the confrontation between the soldiers kept ringing, and the commanders of both sides desperately mobilized their troops and horses, both wanting to put the other party to death.

The sound of killing never seems to have stopped!

The advantage was quickly concentrated in the hands of the patriotic soldiers.

Outside the war, in the dark, Wan Yanshuo's eyes were cold and expressionless, but his slightly trembling fingers still betrayed the excited emotions in his heart.

Although it was just beginning, he loved it.

The flames of war are flying, strategizing, and invincible!

This is the life that a good man should have!

His eyes flashed, and after standing for a while, he gave a few orders to the soldiers beside him, and the soldiers received the order, turned and mounted their horses, and led a column of soldiers to shout loudly outside the battle:

"Heaven help me! Let my army know the evil intentions of the Yan bandits! Heaven help me, tonight the wind and sand will gradually subside, so that our army has a chance to defeat the Yan bandits! Heaven help me, give the wizard Murong He to observe the heavenly phenomena, know the heavens, and know the thief's intentions! Heaven help me! What am I afraid of! Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Hearing these words, the patriotic soldiers echoed and shouted in response:

"Heaven help me!" "Kill!"

"Heaven help me!" "Kill!"

With high morale, they rushed forward, met the desperate eyes of the enemy, and cut their throats with the weapons in their hands!

Go all the way north and never look back!

The night was like ink, the sound of killing shook the darkness, blood smeared the country, and the light of the sword flickered under the torchlight, taking away the lives of the enemy, leaving a touch of red.

The desperate cries lasted from late night to early morning, until they gradually subdued, and finally the sound was extinguished.

Almost overnight, when the dawn shines on the earth, the war is over.

The 5,000 soldiers led by Shen Conglong were completely annihilated.

Wan Yanshuo smiled, talked with Murong He and walked into the crowd with a smile, the blood on the soles of his feet seemed to have congealed, mixed with the sand that dried up the blood, and his feet stepped on, looking a little soft.

When the soldiers saw the two of them coming, they parted in awe.

Murong He's eyes flashed, his eyes rolled, and when he looked out, no one dared to look at his gaze, but there was indescribable respect in fear.

It was a look at the gods.

He stroked his beard, nodded, and said with a smile in his ear:

"The soldiers seem to be afraid of you."

Murong He shook his head, pointed to the corpse on the ground, and said:

"They thought it was all the old man's work, so they were afraid of me."

After hearing this, Yan Shuo shook his head, with a hint of strange affection in his voice, and said with a smile:

"This is the credit of the gentleman! Sir's talents were put to good use in the right place,"

After speaking, he slowly turned his head, looked at the corpses piled up on the ground, looked at the severed hands and feet in the pool of blood, shook his head, and said:

"Do you know why they died here, sir?"

Murong He's face was puzzled, and he said, "My lord, please speak." ”

Wan Yan Shuo stepped forward a few steps, and only after a while did he say:

"That's because they chose to be the enemy of His Highness!"

Murong He's eyes lit up, but his face was calm as usual, and he bowed his head and said, "In this way, the old man should live a long life." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other and laughed.

It seems that the atmosphere is very harmonious.

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