Entering the enemy camp at night, he relied on his memory of the defense of the capital, remembering that outside the Changyi Gate, Yu Qian defeated the vanguard of Yexian, and recaptured a group of prisoners at that time. Otherwise, there will be prisoners in the forward troops weishenme? In short, Ding Yi was absolutely sure that there must be captives in the camp he infiltrated tonight.

He dared to do this, not because of how good Ding Yi was to fight, nor how sophisticated his own weapons were, before there was a certain number of people, he was a legendary divine weapon, and what could he do to 100,000 iron horses? In addition to having excellent personal military qualities, that is, being able to fight with guns and fighting with accurate knives, the grassroots commanders of the special forces are more important in formulating a feasible action plan on a specific terrain.

"If there is no wind, you should be able to see the sun tomorrow." Ding Yi looked at the corpses of the Warats by the bonfire and said indifferently.

Without this wind, or the direction of this wind is wrong, Ding Yi would never dare to implement this bold jihua.

If you use the ancient Chinese art of war, the wind is the time of the day, and the terrain around the Jingshi has long been surveyed, it is geographical, and those disciples trained by Ding Yi are far more than the combat cooperation of this era is harmony; A suitable course of action for a special operations environment is to count more!

None of them are indispensable.

The guards outside the captive tent, which looked more ornate than the other tents, shrank into their tents or wrapped themselves in felt during this weather, and the army of the steppe had never been forbidden except in the days of Genghis Khan. That's why those sentry guards dare to gather in a sheltered place to brag, otherwise Xiao Khan and the guards around the elders will not necessarily have this kind of courage when they look at it.

Ding Yi broke the neck of the two-collared felt guard who was huddled on the south side of the tent, and then removed his felt and draped it over his body. Swaggering into the tent in the light of the torches, Ding Yi came out of it with the thick smell of blood, and even he frowned.

He didn't go to the other tents for sightseeing, because of the strong smell of blood, Ding Yi was very worried, and it might wake up those Warat people who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

In fact, he has rarely ventured, at least for now. It's all like that.

Ordinary people are intimidated by the high-hanging tightrope, but if you are a person who walks the tightrope for a living, it is not called adventure, it is called a career. Unless you make a difficult tumbling action on a tightrope, it is called an adventure.

He threw several grenades and lit fuses in the stables and cattle and sheep sheds.

Then Ding Yi quickly ran away from the station.

He didn't go looking for a horse. It's not that Ding Yi can subdue the war horse or something, but that the horse is the same as the dog. It's good to say that it's spiritual. It is good to say that it is very keen, just Ding Yi's bloody body, into the stable, the war horse will definitely neigh, but he is not afraid of fighting on the battlefield, and he turned over on the horse. It depends on who is tough, the knight or the horse.

The problem is that the horses in the stable are not saddled, and the long neighing of the war horses in this night is almost the horn of death for Ding Yi.

When Ding Yi ran out of dozens of steps. The snow has stopped, and the wind has gradually subsided a lot.

Ding Yi couldn't help but be so frightened that he wanted to give birth to two more legs.

At night, the vision was poor, and the snow was falling, basically as long as he was outside the firelight, don't make too much noise, Ding Yi had the confidence and certainty to sneak into the camp of the Warat people, and retreated. But it's different when the snow stops! Don't say anything else, just Du Ziteng led the footsteps of the three teams, although they walked away, Ding Ding stopped and listened quietly, he could still hear it! After all, more than 700 people have more than 1,000 legs, and they are messy, stepping on the snow, where can there be no sound?

At this time, Ding Yifu's heart rushed out to the left front, "Huh! "A feathered arrow was nailed into the snow, and the feathers were still trembling. If he doesn't change direction and continues to run forward, the landing of this arrow will probably be Ding's vest or the back of his head. Ding Yi looked back, but saw the slender Vara Chang with a bull horn in one hand, and a longbow in the other hand running towards himself, this person ran very fast under the soles of his feet, Ding Yi ran forward more than 30 steps back to see, the person has shortened the original distance of about 80 steps to about 50 steps, at this time abandoned the horns, bent the bow and arrows, the so-called left hand such as Tuo Taishan, right hand such as holding a baby is so.

It's just that Ding Yi has no time to sigh at this time, every line of work is art to the extreme, and escaping for his life is his only thought.

For he had nothing but two knives and a tactical straight knife of dagger length, and a sapper shovel behind his buttocks.

The backpack was carried by Du Ziteng, leaving only those grenades where they belonged.

There is simply no way to fight this sharpshooter.

Definitely a sharpshooter.

100 steps, shoot a fixed target, is the archer who can leave a name in history.

More than 80 steps, about 16 or 70 meters, shooting at a moving target, the accuracy of the bow and arrow reaches this level, whether it is liliang or archery, it is extremely terrifying, not to mention that this guy has also shortened the distance to more than 100 meters! Not to mention that the arrow missed, the bow and arrow, especially this straight-pull recurve bow without mechanical and optical sights, and the difficulty of using a sniper rifle, the estimate in advance, that is definitely an exponential increase. This is definitely not the Olympic shooting gold medalist thousands of years later, this is the role of the Finnish White Death during World War II.

Ding Yi rushed to the right front this time, but he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart: This is fucking like a goalkeeper saving a penalty!

Perhaps the only thing that can make Ding Yi happy is that the goalkeeper misses the penalty kick in a large proportion of the time, and the miss is Ding Yi's goal; It's just that the goalkeeper will lose the game, and Ding Yi will lose his life, and that's it.

All of a sudden, Ding Yi was really unwilling!

This plan of action was obviously extremely successful until this guy appeared, how could he suddenly give birth to this guy to beg for his life!

The second arrow grazed the top of Ding Yi's head and directly broke the headband of Ding Yi's hair.

Ding didn't care about the image at all, and didn't dare to say anything more, "Why don't you know, in the dark, I am God!" With such words, the cape spreads like a lost dog, constantly changing direction and speed, and rushing forward. Although Ding Yi's speed was still a little faster than that of the other party, he was changing speed and direction, and the archers behind him were coming at full speed.

Ding Yi was cursing Jida in his heart, he had also fought with Jida with headless arrows, and Jida, known as the Condor Archer, was not at the same level as this guy at all, if he knew that the archer was like this, Ding Yi would greatly modify the action plan...... Perhaps this operation will not be carried out at all!

The archer shot the third arrow, which had already rubbed a bloody mark on Ding Yi's left thigh, and if the tactical straight knife that was not tied to the outside of the thigh knocked the arrow into a different direction, I am afraid that it would not be a blood mark, but a blood groove that would not stop bleeding. This is a real master, he didn't have the luxury of killing Ding Yi with one arrow like in novels and commentaries, he correctly assessed the strength between himself and Ding Yi, and only by weakening Ding Yi's flexibility and agility could Zuihou achieve the purpose of shooting.

At this moment, in the camp of the Warat Striker, who was left behind by Ding Yi and the sharpshooter, there were several explosions, which were exceptionally clear in this snowy night. The sharpshooter couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and Ding Yi hurriedly seized the opportunity and sprinted forward. I wonder if he will throw that sharpshooter away, or will he put aside the guilt of nearly a thousand captives as bait?

Yes, Ding Yi knew that those prisoners who were not chosen by him were unlikely to survive.

But if Ding Yi brings them to him, these nearly a thousand weak captives will not have any combat effectiveness at all, except for dragging everyone to death together, there is no positive significance, whether it is for Ding Yi or Daming. Therefore, when Ding Yi came out of the Beijing Division, he had already decided to use this part of the people as bait to cover the retreat of those who still had combat effectiveness. Dan Ding knew that this was not the case for the family members of the nearly 1,000 captives, and it was definitely not the case for their wives and parents, and Ding Yi pinched out a little hope for them.

In fact, there were already three hundred-man teams chasing the three fleeing captive teams, although they had not yet caught up with any of them, but the footprints of the snow, as well as the weak physical strength of the captives, it was only a matter of time before these hundred-man teams caught up with one of them, slaughtered, and then caught up with the other, and this time would definitely be before the captives arrived at the city wall of the capital division.

This is the root cause of Ding Yiweishenme to leave behind the break.

Without the explosion of these grenades, almost no one would have survived the captives caught up by these centurions.

At this time, the centurion hesitated.

Especially the hundred-man team led by Chen San, when Chen San said to them: "Our Yan Zhong taught us to guard the camp, and did not ask us to come out to chase and kill Ming Gou's hard detectives; Our captures, our slaves, are in the camp, and I will go back and guard the camp as Nayan commands, and watch my captures, my slaves. Then he led his horse back without hesitation.

Chen San's subordinates were accustomed to following his orders, and even if there were no other brothers and sisters to help him maintain the team, his subordinates were at least better disciplined than the other troops on the grassland. Watching Chen San's men and horses turn back, the two hundred-man teams that accompanied him hesitated for a moment, and then turned back, after all, Chen San was telling the truth.

More explosions rang out, the work of the five disciples who had stayed around the campfire earlier.

When their hands and feet were warm, they placed the grenades in their backpacks in the horse sheds, big tent doors, cattle and sheep sheds of the various tribes, and so on. At the moment of the explosion, they began to shout, "Akrakshasa is coming!" Rakshasa came to fight in the Special Knowledge Academy! Don't do our business! Then he scattered and ran away, blending into the darkness, not knowing where to go.

It's just that they don't know that Ding Yi is now wearing a cloak and struggling on the verge of life and death. (To be continued......)

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