The main tent of Mantuo is located in the camp in the south of the city, and on the west side of the south camp is a hill dozens of feet high, on which a watchtower is built, and seven or eight Turkic soldiers are stationed to see the movements of the entire camp. This hill was some distance from the main camp, so there were not many soldiers and horses left behind, but it was used for the defense of the perimeter. That night, a black figure flew out of the jungle at the foot of the hill, and several of them moved to the left of the watchtower, and bowed down.

The three Turkic soldiers on the watchtower, closely watching all directions in the camp, faithfully performed their duties as patrolmen. The Turks who were guarding downstairs were each leaning against the pillars of the watchtower, drowsy.

Zheng Juechen, who was lying on the side of the watchtower, carefully observed the environment, had a plan in his heart, raised his hand to take off the silver bow, took out three white feather arrows, put them on the string, stared at the direction of the three Turkic warriors on the watchtower with bright eyes, and secretly calculated the distance and the timing of the shot. When a Turkic soldier walked behind another and began to chat in a low voice, Zheng Juchen shook his hand and released his bowstring, and three white-feathered arrows shot out of the forest silently. The first arrow went straight into the throat of one of the watchtower soldiers, who fell limply without screaming. A second arrow entered the temple of a Turkic warrior who was walking sideways, piercing the other side, who snorted and fell to the ground on his back and died. The last arrow was shot at the back of the soldier's head with his back to Zheng Juechen, and the man let out a soft cry and fell from the watchtower to the ground, silently dying. However, this last soldier attracted the attention of the Turks who were napping on their posts. When a Turk saw the dead body, he was so stunned that he opened his mouth to shout.

Zheng Jiechen sneered, rushed out of the forest, raised his hand and shot an arrow, right in the throat of this person. Seeing him appear suddenly, these panicked Turks made the most wrong decision, and instead of shouting a warning, they reflexively surrounded him in all directions. Zheng Juechen was about to ask these people to make this decision, he didn't stop taking half a step on his feet, and the arrows in his hands were whistling through the night sky. One of the Turks who ran first was struck by an arrow through the top door, and his body slammed straight back. The Turkic warrior behind him turned sideways, but instead let his throat ghost catch a white-feathered arrow and roll sideways to the ground. The third Turk saw that two of his people had fallen to the ground, and he was furious, jumped up from his height, held his saber with both hands, and slashed towards the top of Zheng Juechen's head. Zheng Juechen's silver bow was lightly raised, and a swift white rainbow shot out, and the white feather arrow pierced deep into his lower abdomen, and the momentum of this arrow was so strong that it actually took this big man in the air to hit a hollow heel, and fell far behind Zheng Juechen. The last Turk knew that it was not good, and just remembered to make a warning, Zheng Juchen had already come to him, because he did not have time to bend his bow and arrow, he raised his arm and sent a white feather arrow in his hand straight into the warrior's open mouth, and the bloody arrow stood out from the back of his neck. Zheng Juechen put his hand to his mouth and whistled softly.

Each of the four figures carried a sack and ran up the hill from the forest. But it turned out to be Hou Zaichun, Peng Wuxing, Luo Mingxian and Zhao Yixiang. Looking at the corpses of the Turks twisted into various disgusting shapes all over the ground, Luo Mingxian and Zhao Yixiang, who had experienced the battlefield for the first time, felt chills all over their bodies and turned pale. "Yixiang," Hou Zaichun patted Zhao Yixiang's shoulder hard and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yixiang suddenly came back to his senses and said busily, "It's nothing."

Zheng Juechen glanced at him and Luo Mingxian, shook his head, waved his hand, and said, "Do things." The four men immediately climbed up to the watchtower and threw down the Turkic corpses, and then Peng Wuxing and Hou Zaichun installed the catapult designed and manufactured by Mr. Li Yu on the watchtower, and the muzzle of the cannon pointed directly at the large tent of Mantuo. Luo Mingxian and Zhao Yixiang neatly placed dozens of clay pots filled with fire oil on the open space on the side.

On this night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and in the endless Turkic joint camp outside the city, except for the torches hanging high in the camp barely illuminating the surrounding area for several feet, the fluttering firelight was a lead curtain-like darkness.

Mantuo held in his hand the urgent report delivered by the Central Plains Tanma for 600 miles, like an ant on a hot pot pacing back and forth in the big tent. On his side, Luo Puhan, Mosu, the Arrow God Brothers, and dozens of other high-ranking Turkic generals gathered in front of him, their faces solemn and silent.

"Hengzhou Thorn Shi is simply crazy, for no reason, he actually detained tens of thousands of stones, grains and grass, and thousands of spare war horses that we secretly hid in the Central Plains. If I catch this fellow, I'm going to let him die in the world." Mantuo threw the battle report to the ground with all his might, raised his leg and stomped on it fiercely, and said viciously.

"Your Highness, could it be that those Tang people have discovered His Highness Jinxiu's plan to secretly cross Chen Cang." Mosu asked, confused.

"Otherwise," Tie Lan said in a hoarse voice, "According to the report, the Hengzhou garrison only intercepted the grain, grass and horses, but a large number of cattle and sheep were released. If there is no miscalculation, these cattle and sheep should be placed in the vicinity of Ma Yi in peace and security, and these cattle and sheep can be supplied to our army for more than ten days, and if the Tang people discover our plan, they will not let them pass the test safely."

"Your Highness, these Hengzhou garrisons should have discovered that the number of my Bohai garrison was much larger than they expected, so they recruited them to deal with us. If this batch of food arrives in Youzhou, it will be a major obstacle to our plan to attack the Tang Dynasty. I have the courage to suggest that His Royal Highness the Prince immediately gather men and horses and march to Youzhou overnight, and attack the states of the North Tang River with lightning speed, so as to relieve the pressure on His Royal Highness the Second Prince who is attacking Hedong Province." The iron sickle said in a deep voice.

"Yes, the second brother is facing the Yanmen like a copper pass and an iron spoon, Ma Yi, the success or failure of our southern invasion must not be lost in this move. It's a pity that at this time, those damned dart masters have not shown their faces for a long time, so we can't use them to sacrifice the flag, it's really hateful." Mantuo rubbed his palms viciously, as if there was a dart master in the Tang Dynasty dart team in the palm of his hand, allowing him to rub the round and flatten.

"Your Highness, there are priorities, this southern invasion is related to the life and death of all the clans outside our Saiwai, and the Tang Dynasty dart team is just to find some face for the Tang people, it doesn't matter. Please ask His Royal Highness the Prince to take the overall situation seriously and prepare for the dispatch of troops immediately." Iron Scythe said quietly.

Mantuo stood still, muttered for a long time, and suddenly said, "Okay, so decide. Immediately gather all the horses and horses, transfer back to the Golden and Silver Eagle Brothers and their Golden Feather and Silver Feather Team in the city of Limo, and again, Kunlun will ride for twenty-four days, and recall it immediately."

"Tell the third prince that due to the urgency of the situation, I have transferred the twenty-four heavenly horsemen back to the tent to be dispatched." Tie Lan said in a loud voice.

Mantuo was overjoyed, put up his fingers vigorously, and praised: "It is still the Arrow God Brother who knows my mind best, no wonder Jinxiu sent you to my command." He walked back to the handsome chair in the big tent, draped the big hat on it, glanced around at the generals in the tent, glared at Mosu, and said sharply: "Mosu, you lead 5,000 men and horses to garrison in the territory of Limo, keep an eye on the families of those Limo, and if there is anything wrong, kill them."

Mosu's eyes showed a fierce glint and he nodded his head in delight. Mantuo looked at the other generals again, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Everyone follow me out of the tent to gather troops and horses, and we will send troops." The crowd responded with a bang and followed him out of the tent.

Just as the Turkic generals were hustling out of the tent, dozens of crisp clay pots suddenly sounded around the big tent. "What's the matter?" Iron Scythe, Iron Lan, Luo Puhan, and Mosu formed a human wall in front of the mantuo, and scanned the surroundings alertly.

"Someone else is drinking in the camp?" Mantuo didn't care, but asked rather annoyedly.

Mosu hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll send someone to find out at once."

"Find out the person who caused the trouble, and Ling Chi will be executed. The big war is coming, and there is no room for slackening." Mantuo said solemnly.

"Yes!" Mosu felt the murderous aura in Mantuo's words, and his whole body was cold, and he hurriedly said.

At this moment, a flickering spark flew from the hills not far from the camp, drawing a beautiful arc of crystal sparkling in the dark night sky, and drifted down towards the camp. The crowd watched in bewilderment as the light of the fire slid leisurely down on the open space in front of the camp, and as the light approached the ground, its crystal clear reflection shimmered on the ground illuminated by its light.

"Be careful, it's oil!" The Iron Scythe brothers, who saw the opportunity the fastest, invariably grabbed the ignorant mandal and flashed aside.

It was as if a small pebble had been thrown onto the calm lake, and the rippled layers of fire and light were transmitted in all directions of Dazhai like a plague, turning several Turkic camps into a sea of fire in an instant. Several Turkic generals couldn't dodge, and were surrounded by flames, and the miserable howls of pain resounded in the sky, adding a bit of horror and weirdness to this elusive fire.

Several people on the watchtower on the top of the mountain let out a burst of cheers, and Luo Mingxian shouted at Zheng Jiechen in ecstasy, "Uncle Zheng is so powerful in archery." Zheng Juechen heard it in his ears, snorted coldly, and couldn't help but show a trace of smugness on his face. At this moment, he suddenly saw that the imposing Mantuo, who was dressed in a large coat in the light of the fire, was loudly commanding the surrounding Turkic generals to gather soldiers and extinguish the fire. With a smile on his face that of a hunter delighting him at the sight of his prey, he slung a white feather arrow to the string, locking it firmly into Mando's throat.

The smooth bowstring was slowly pulled by him to the full string, reflecting the sky-high fire in the camp, emitting a faint light.

Mantuo, who was angrily directing everyone to extinguish the fire, was suddenly pulled behind by Tie Lan beside him. As if they had made an appointment, the two brothers withdrew their bows and arrows at the same time, and quickly bent their bows and arrows, and a pair of flashing blue arrows pointed firmly at the watchtower in the night.

At this moment, as soon as the bowstring in Zheng Juechen's hand was loosened, a white light that was difficult to see with the naked eye shot towards Tie Lan's throat, and if this arrow succeeded, it would inevitably pass through the mantuo hiding behind him in the middle of his throat. Tie Lan sneered, raised his hand and flicked the bowstring, and a black light shot out, cutting Zheng Juechen's white feather arrow into two head-to-head and floating to both sides. The iron sickle laughed fiercely, raised his bow and arrow, and shot it at Zheng Juechen's position from the bottom up.

Zheng Juechen only felt a cold murderous aura surrounding his body, his heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to see the hunting heart, he smiled slightly, raised his hand and shot an arrow, this arrow was no coincidence, and it was also a head-to-head cut into two of the black feather arrows that shot at him, scattered at the foot of the mountain.

Iron sickle, Tie Lan glanced at each other, sneered in unison, fired their bows together, and shot out the two of them at the same time, the best of the two of them, the black feather arrows one after another, densely rushing towards Zheng Juechen's place. The Iron Scythe Brothers' fast arrows are unparalleled in the world, and they can fire twelve arrows in a row at the snap of their fingers, and the rain of arrows passing through the air is so dense that the latter arrow is connected to the previous arrow, almost strung in a line.

Zheng Juechen held his breath, and the beaded arrows in his hand were stimulated, and only the white feather arrow shot the black feather arrow that broke through the air like an eye, because he was located in the high ground and occupied the geographical advantage, so although the arrow was not as fast as the iron sickle brothers, the arrow shot was extremely fast, and it could often break two arrows with one arrow. However, with his speed, he was powerless to fight back in the face of the Iron Scythe Brothers' starry and rainy attacks.

The three of them were separated by a distance of a hundred zhang, and you attacked dozens of arrows back and forth, and after more than ten breaths, the white feather arrows in Zheng Juechen's bag were the first to run out, and at this moment, the Iron Sickle brothers each had one remaining arrow. The two of them didn't want to think about it, and they raised their bows at the same time and shot.

When Zheng Juechen had no arrows to use, he suddenly raised the silver bow in a critical situation, and slammed it forward like lightning, only to hear two "ding" sounds, and the two black feather arrows were firmly nailed to the hard silver bow.

"Let's go!" Looking at the black feather arrow on the silver bow that was still trembling slightly, Zheng Juechen knew that he had already lost a move under his opponent, he smiled bitterly and made a gesture. Hou Zaichun, Peng Wuxing, Luo Mingxian and Zhao Yixiang immediately smashed the catapult, and the five people ran down from the watchtower at high speed, took the fast horse that had been prepared long after going up the mountain, and fled towards the south.