Countless figures were hurrying outside the tent, running or walking, slaves or soldiers, their faces perhaps hesitant or afraid, courage or anger.

Everyone's face is written with their mood at the moment.

As the owner of this camp, our Lord Darsil is nowhere to be found at this time, and the whole camp is like a pot of porridge.

"Little one, what are you still looking at? Hurry up and get ready! The wolf smoke at the front post has been ignited!

Old Bond suddenly jumped to the door of the tent out of nowhere, and collided with Beichuan, who was peeking.

Beichuan was a little dazed, not knowing what the preparation that Old Bond was talking about, was he preparing to escape?

"Uncle Bond.....

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and get this bamboo gun ready! Remember to follow me later, if anything is wrong! Lie down and pretend to be dead immediately! No one will say anything about you! You are still young, you should not die here!"

Old Bond didn't want to listen to Beichuan's nonsense, so he broke into the tent directly, pointed to a few crooked bamboo guns standing aside, and motioned for Beichuan to take it, while he himself ran to a dirt bag next to the stove and began to dig directly with his hands.

Soon, a tattered round thing was pulled out, and Old Bond hung him directly on Beichuan's left chest and said seriously

"Bring it, this is what I once picked up on the battlefield, and it didn't come in handy for a long time, how much can you increase your chances of survival, okay, let's go out too!"

Before Beichuan could react, Old Bond directly pulled Beichuan out of the tent.

Kitagawa touched the goggle-like protective gear on his chest and looked at Old Bond's calloused hand.

I feel very uncomfortable, old Bond has given him his life-saving guy!

His nose was sore, and he almost wanted to cry again, but he held back, he understood that now was not the time to cry.

The atmosphere of the camp is about to explode, Darsil's whereabouts are unknown, and the only fifty Imperial soldiers in the camp are holding weapons and shouting, maintaining order here.

Under this great pressure, people actually began to run away!

Even the guys who didn't dare to run away under such harsh living conditions before can't withstand this huge pressure now, going out is death, staying is also death, why not run away and try it?

Old Bond sneered as he looked at the backs of several people who had run away from the camp at this time.

"Look for death!"

Kitagawa didn't understand why Old Bond said that, but now he didn't dare to continue asking.

However, the doubts in Kitagawa's mind did not last long.

Soon, several black-clad cavalrymen appeared from the direction of the few people who had fled just now, and rushed quickly in the direction of the camp.

"Puff"

It's the sound of a head hitting the ground.

"Damn! The big war is coming, how dare he escape! Noxus won't tolerate these cowards! Damn it!"

The leading cavalry looked dissatisfied, looked at the chaotic figures in the camp with contemptuous eyes, and shouted loudly

"Your Excellency the General ordered the various squads scattered on the periphery to quickly move closer to the Chinese army, and there must be no mistake! You told Darsil to hurry up with that rice bucket! If you slow down, Lao Tzu will castrate him!"

After that, without waiting for anyone to reply, he turned his horse's head and left directly, as if he was going to rush to the next camp to continue issuing orders.

"Is that the Black Cavalry? Could it be that this time it's going to be real? Is it that even a ragtag army like us is going to move closer to the Chinese army?"

Old Bond looked meaningfully at the backs of the cavalrymen who were leaving, and said such an inexplicable sentence.

The first time Beichuan heard this term, was it because of the black horse and black armor?

The cavalry departed, and the uneasiness in the camp grew.

Many of the old people who had been here for a long time had come to the same conclusion as old Bond, causing people to feel uneasy, plus Darsil was missing.

This does not bode well in any way.

"Uncle Bond, look, that's, Darsil?" Beichuan searched around with sharp eyes, and finally saw Darsr's dead fat man in an inconspicuous corner of the camp.

I saw that the dead fat man who was usually proud of his martial arts was frightened like a quail at this time, and with the support of two soldiers, he was able to walk, as if a leather ball pressed two wheels.

It can be seen that the dead fat man is very reluctant now, and he, who should have rectified the camp at such a moment to carry out the order, is a little disgusted even when he approaches his mount.

But helplessly, the order has been issued, and even if Darsil has a thousand unwillingness in his heart, he has to carry it out, otherwise, if the blame is placed above, it will not be a simple castration that can be happily solved.

However, the other soldiers are still well-trained, and there is no need for Darsl to talk nonsense, as long as he can honestly sit on his horse and not run, then everything will be fine.

His role here now should be more of a symbolic vase, and only when he comes forward can everyone settle down.

Sure enough, as soon as Darsil appeared, everyone's hearts calmed down a little, and they were quickly reorganized into a team.

After all, there is an imperial nobleman here, and if he wants to kill on the other side, it will not be their turn to be miserable slaves.

Kitagawa and Old Bond were also in the ranks, looking at Darsl fidgeting on his horse, waiting for his next order.

"That's... And what .... Listen to my orders... We.... Move closer to the Chinese army... Well, let's go!"

When Darsl said this, he was really lacking in anger, and he popped out like a mosquito, and it took a soldier to repeat it before everyone could understand it.

In this way, what could have been solved in a minute or two, under the wise leadership of Lord Darsr, it took the entire camp nearly twenty minutes to be put in order.

Under the guidance of a soldier, he set off in the direction of the Chinese army, and even in order to arrive quickly, he didn't bring anything with him in the camp, but only carried some dry food in his arms.

Darsl rode at the front, fifty Imperial soldiers divided into two groups, one in front and one behind, and a slave brigade mixed with Beichuan and Old Bond was sandwiched in the middle.

This group of people marched mightily through the mountains, farther and farther away from the camp, and whether they would return here or not depended on God's will.

Due to Darsel's cowardice, the speed of the march was not fast, and Beichuan was able to keep up with it, although it was a little difficult.

Looking at the surrounding scenery and touching the dry food in his arms, Beichuan's heart gradually calmed down.

"Bang!" suddenly a flash of fire flew in the sky and exploded.

"That's a distress signal from our people! they're in danger!" a soldier with sharp eyes was the first to recognize it, and shouted loudly.