Fengyun reached out his hands, hugged the dead tree, raised his arms, and pulled it up directly.

It had no roots, it was cut off, and there was a hole at the bottom of it.

Fengyun reached in with his hand, and when he pulled it back, there was already an extra knife in his hand.

He had cut off the roots of the dead tree, and he had dug the hole at the bottom in order to hide the knife.

Grabbing the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, Fengyun pulled the knife out and waved it twice, revealing a satisfied smile.

He took a fur fist out of his bag, shook it open, turned it into a bag, and put the knife inside, just enough to completely cover it.

When he returned to the Flame Snake Tribe, he specially asked Hong to help him sew it, the purpose of which was to put the knife up.

He had measured the size, and before sewing, he told the rainbow that it was just right.

Although this sword crow is hidden, Fengyun can't be sure if anyone else has seen it, and if someone who has seen it happens to see him with it, it will easily cause him trouble.

What's more, he didn't want Raven Bai to recognize it.

This attack on the Baicao tribe was extremely important to the Black Crow King, and although the crow's nest was attacked by him and suffered heavy losses, he was still very likely to participate in this war.

If he were a crow, he would definitely try his best to participate in this war.

With the destruction of the Crow's Nest and the slaughter of his men, his position in the eyes of the Crow King must have been greatly affected, and if he has the heart to compete for the throne of the Crow Tribe, he must improve the Raven King's bad impression of him.

This war against the Baicao tribe is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity.

If only he could have done well in the war. can reverse the Crow King's impression of him. It could even make him one of the strongest contenders for the throne.

Fengyun pulled out the rope. Tying the holster with the knife behind his back, he adjusted his position and tried it with both hands, so that he could easily grasp the handle of the knife and pull it out very quickly and smoothly as soon as he leaned into the back of his neck.

Fengyun bent down and grabbed the dead tree, reinserted it back into the ground, and pushed the upturned dirt back. It didn't stop until it looked like a dead tree.

There are still things hidden in the dead trees.

The pearl of light he had gotten from Raven White had also been hidden in the dead tree, and he didn't want anyone else to take it, though it was unlikely.

After checking Zhou up and down, and feeling that there was no problem, Fengyun turned around and ran in the direction where the purple bamboo forest was.

After running some distance, Fengyun turned a corner, ran to a tree that appeared very tall in the Razor, and jumped on the branch. Then using the branches as a springboard, they eventually jumped to the treetops.

Fengyun immediately urged the eyes of the snake god. I looked in the direction of the purple bamboo forest.

He was going to learn more and gather some more information.

Although he had collected the information of the soldiers of the Crow Tribe before, a long time had passed, and the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and he could not predict what had changed in the past period of time.

With the help of the Serpent God's Vision, Fengyun quickly obtained the information he wanted.

I don't know if it's because it's dark, the warriors of the Crow tribe want to rest, or if the day's attack makes them feel tired.

Fengyun could clearly see and feel that the intensity of the battle had dropped more than a notch compared to the daytime.

Many parts of the battlefield seen during the day have died down, and there is no sign of any fighting, only some fighters sent by each side patrolling.

However, they seem to have formed some kind of tacit understanding, even if they see each other, even if they are relatively close, they don't have any intention of making a move.

Some of the fighters on both sides who were still fighting each other, and the intensity of the battle was far less than that of the day.

Looking at it, Fengyun even felt that they were a little perfunctory.

Everyone knows that war kills people.

The fighters on both sides who are now fighting each other seem to have defied this reality.

He had been observing and gathering intelligence for a while, and during this time, they had not stopped, but there was not a single casualty on either side of them, and even the injuries he had only seen once.

And according to the situation of the battle during the day, people should have died a long time ago, and there was definitely more than one death.

Fengyun retracted his gaze and analyzed the information he had gathered, and soon, he had a relatively clear understanding of the situation on the battlefield.

The level and intensity of the battle has been greatly reduced, and it is definitely a good thing for the Baicao tribe and its reinforcements.

Although they have the geographical advantage and can use the traps and traps set by the people of the Baicao tribe in the purple bamboo forest, as well as the purple bamboo forest itself, to attack and delay the enemy's advance speed, there is still a clear gap between their strength and number compared to the warriors of the black crow tribe.

If the enemy launches a constant onslaught against them, the pressure on them will be very high, and the casualties will remain high.

The greater the casualties they suffer at a disadvantage, the greater the disparity in strength between them and the enemy.

In the end, even if they have the geographical advantage, they can no longer stop the army of the crow tribe, and at that time, I am afraid that the only fate waiting for them is failure.

Fengyun jumped down from the tree, adjusted his course, and deflected slightly to the right.

Through the observation just now, Fengyun found that the tents that the enemy used to rest were not stationed together, and some of the tents were separated from the main body and stationed at a distance from the main body.

He had set his sights on the tents that had detached from the subject.

He didn't know who lived in those tents, but it didn't make any difference to him, the people who besieged the Baicao tribe were his enemies.

After some distance, though, he stopped, began to gather some weeds, weave them together and turn them into something like a cloak, and then stuck some weeds on top of it.

Although the workmanship is relatively rough, if you wear it and advance in the grass, especially when lying on the ground and covering your body with it, the concealment effect is still good.

Fengyun inspected the camouflage cloak made of grass, made some modifications and refinements, and felt that it was about the same, before continuing to approach the target.

It wasn't too long to get into the night, and there was still a long time until dawn, enough for him to use.

It didn't take long for Fengyun to get closer to the tent.

He slowed down, lowered his stature, and hid himself with the help of weeds, bushes, and anything else at his disposal.

About three hundred feet away from the tent, Fengyun stopped again and made a new round of observations on them.

This time his focus was on the enemy in charge of patrolling.

He wanted to memorize their patrol routes, and how long each patrol would take.

After observing what it looked like for about half an hour, Fengyun had the information he wanted, not only the time and route of the enemy's patrol in the tent area he had chosen as his target, but also some understanding of the patrol situation of the main body of the tent that was some distance away from it.

I don't know if I feel that the Baicao tribe and its reinforcements are surrounded by them, and it is impossible to carry out a night attack on them, and the enemies in charge of patrolling are very slack, procrastinating, and looking careless.

After a while, at a certain point, Fengyun pulled the camouflage cloak on his body upward, covering his entire body, and then immediately moved.

The speed of Fengyun was very fast, and when it moved, it was like a brute beast pounced on its prey, and it swept away a long way at once, but he did not make any sound, no footsteps, no wind sound brought by rapid movement, like a tangible and intangible ghost.

Because he knew the routes and intervals of the patrolling enemy, and his ability to conceal his whereabouts, until he touched the edge of the outermost tent, the patrolling enemy still did not notice it.

After Fengyun approached the tent, he did not stop, but quickly circled around the tent and came to a position that was relatively close to the tent.

Fengyun is exploiting the loopholes left by the enemy's sloppy patrols.

Not only were they not vigilant when they were patrolling, but they only wandered around the outside of the tent area, and did not enter the inside of the tent area to patrol at all.

He already had a very clear understanding of the situation with the patrolling enemy, and after stopping again, he did not rush into action, but probed the situation in the tent.

He was now in the blind spot of the patrol enemy's field of vision, and as long as they didn't suddenly convulsive and went inside the tent area, they couldn't see him.

Fengyun first took a look at the texture of the tent, it should be sewn with brute skin, and the level of brute beasts should not be low.

Fengyun nodded, the Crow Tribe was able to dominate Razor, and it was indeed a capital.

In front of him was just an extremely ordinary tent, but it was made of brute animal skins, and the level was not low, which was definitely not something that ordinary tribes could have.

Looking down, Fengyun wanted to see what was going on at the bottom of the tent and whether it was possible to get in.

He was disappointed.

The tent is very well pitched, the bottom edge is deeply embedded in the ground, to pull it out, it will inevitably make a relatively large movement, and the totem warrior's five senses are very keen, so it is very likely to arouse the vigilance of the people in the tent, which he does not want to see.

He pulled out the bone knife that had been given to him from his bosom, and prepared to use its sharpness to make a hole in the tent.

There is no doubt about the sharpness of the knife that was given to him, plus over the years, he has used it a lot, intentionally or unintentionally, some totemic power has been infused into it, which has a warming effect on it, it has become sharper, and it will be a breeze to cut the tent.

The tip of the knife began to approach the tent, but the moment the tip of the knife was about to touch the tent, the wind and clouds stopped.

He suddenly had a better way to get in than to cut through the tent.

Although the knife was very fast, it was still possible to make some movement by cutting through the tent with the knife, and it was much better to take the method he had just come up with. (To be continued.) )