"Obviously there are more than 170 mercenary groups, why do you want to carry out any night raids? And the water of this black and white river is really stinky, this smell is like" A squadron leader bowed his head and muttered, although the voice was very small, but the deputy commander of a mercenary group next to him immediately interrupted him: "Don't be verbose, this is an order from the master of the Winter Kingdom!"

"It's not fair..."

The occasional sound of "rustling" from the shallows upstream can only be heard clearly when the river is not so fast. At night, when the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, the black river and the white river merged into one, and there was no light. The rows of river-crossing boats were already full of mercenaries, and each mercenary who participated in the night attack had a small cloth bag tied to his waist, which contained fireflies, faintly like an oil lamp carried by a lonely ghost.

The prepared river crossing boat slowly rowed to the opposite bank, the mercenaries' palms were sweating, the woods on the opposite bank were silent, and the occasional chirping of owls seemed to announce that they were the masters there, please do not approach.

The lower reaches of the river surround the kingdom's capital, Mallot, and in the outer city of Mallot, there is no longer a single light, except for a tavern with a roof covered with red straw. Outside the tavern was tethered a silver-haired horse, which raised its head alertly, smelling the scent of being contained in the silence.

The first ferries had already "bitten" the gravel on the shore, and the first row of mercenaries was just about to enter the woods, when countless crossbow arrows flew out of the shadows of the grass, and the mercenaries who bore the brunt of the death raised the last cry of death to their throats, trying to inform the latecomers, but they still failed. The crossbow arrows that flew like a crow silently made the mercenaries behind them fall to the ground in fright, and on the black and white river nearly fifty meters wide behind them, there was an endless stream of ferries transporting troops to this side.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded that pierced the night, and the upstream and downstream waters of the Black and White River were ignited at the same time, and the flames on both sides rushed down the river to the mercenaries crossing the river, like two galloping walls of fire, mercilessly crushing everything in between. The leader of a mercenary group who had not yet crossed the river shouted: "This river is full of mixed oil!

But it was too late.

The ferries and thousands of mercenaries still on the river were like ants on a frying pan, drowned in the fire along with the wooden boats, and apart from the heart-rending screams, only the semi-black human form was left to "dance" in the flames. The mercenaries who had crossed the Black and White River were ambushed by crossbows in front of them, and most of them were already scattered, their feet kneeling in the sand on the shore, unable to move. Out of the forest came the line with crossbow arrows, and the one-eyed captain at the head said loudly, "The duke asks to stay alive," his other eye carefully looked at the trembling mercenaries, "but he didn't say how much, so those who couldn't walk and those who smelled urine and pants were killed." ”