The night was deep, and the wind blew through the trees, making a rustling sound.

Pan Long changed into pure black clothes, and quietly walked in the bushes near the main road, gradually approaching the army in the distance.

Probably without fear, the Imperial Holy Legion was directly stationed on the road about ten miles away from Runa Village, and two or three hundred people were divided into dozens of tents, large and small, covering the main road.

The first few rows of barracks were rejected, with sharp tips pointing outward, and the gap in the middle was only for one person to walk through. There were even a few heavily armed sentries, looking around behind the horses, always on the lookout.

Pan Long saw it from a distance and frowned.

If the enemy is just a rabble, then no matter how large the number is, it is not terrible. It's nothing more than rushing in, shouting "enemy attack" or something all the way, running everywhere, setting fire everywhere, as long as it stirs up chaos, even an army of 100,000 can collapse on its own.

But the army in front of him is obviously not the kind of chickens and dogs.

According to what he knew, although the name of the Holy Legion was loud, in fact, the soldiers were from very poor sources, and most of them were co-opted hooligans and bandits and other scum. Such a group of people relied on the Unitarian fanatics with the "Holy One" Celes as the core as the backbone, and relied on the cruel rule of murder at every turn, to unite them and call them an army.

But what you see in front of you is not like this.

The quality of this army cannot be considered very high, but it is definitely not a scrap wood that is about to collapse.

Pan Long looked at it carefully for a while, thought for a long time, and then turned around and burrowed deeper into the woods.

The main road to the village of Luna is lined with woods on both sides, and although it is not as dense as the primeval forest, with the help of the night, it is enough for him to play "secret sneaking".

After about half an hour, he made a big circle and came to a place near the middle of the Frese military camp.

The army here is obviously not as vigilant as the entrance to the barracks, although the bonfires are blazing and illuminating the night, but no one is watching around the campfires, and everyone is hiding in tents.

It's winter and early spring in this world, and the weather at night is quite cold, and standing guard is hard work.

Although Thleus's rule was cruel, he also knew that he could not push the soldiers too hard. So as long as the sentry can be faithful to his duty, he will turn a blind eye to other aspects.

Anyway, this legion doesn't need to go head-to-head with the powerful armies of various countries, but only to exterminate the infidels. The infidels are nothing more than a group of civilians, and the army that slaughters civilians can be used so-so, and they don't need to be too strong.

Rather, if this army is of high quality, then he has to worry about whether they will pay attention to the so-called knightly virtues, and would rather die than swing their swords at the unarmed men......

Now this army of scum is exactly what Thallus needs.

Pan Long leaned down, almost on the ground, and slowly approached the camp of the Frese Army. Soon, we came to the side of the road, and the nearest tent was less than ten steps away.

At this time, the night wind is quite strong, and the sound of rustling in the woods is incessant, which is the best cover.

Not all the soldiers in the tent were asleep, for example, in front of him, he heard someone chatting about going to Runa Village tomorrow to burn and loot.

One person said that he wanted to grab more money and use it to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and another person said that there was no need to be so troublesome, just grab a beautiful chick, play as much as you want, play until you die, and you don't need to spend a single copper.

(It's beautiful to think about it!Do you have a tomorrow!)

Pan Long sneered in his heart, he had already decided, wait a minute, if there is a chance, he will rush into this tent and kill it. Even if you don't have the chance, set a fire to this tent.

Life is so short, how can there be so many tomorrows for you!

He did not continue to approach slowly, but walked along the side of the road until he saw the sentry again, and then stopped.

The sentries stood at the back of the camp, guarding a tent with a green crescent emblem and a golden cap, apparently guarding the "Holy One" Thleus.

While the Most Holy Legion is a rabble, the Cult fanatics at the heart of the legion are well-trained, and the sentries stand well, mostly surrounding their tents, leaving no gaps to sneak into the raid.

Pan Long secretly screamed in his heart that it was a pity, but he didn't approach rashly, but slowly took a breath and untied a black cloth bag from his back, which was lined with seven or eight pine oil torches that the village chief had prepared for him.

(Hehe, let me give you a "warm" welcome on behalf of the people of Runa!)

He took out a piece of velvet, and he didn't use a fire sickle or anything, but he just picked up the internal force and rubbed it, and the flammable velvet turned into a small flame, which fell on the torch and ignited instantly.

The light of the fire in the darkness was so evident that one of the sentries immediately looked towards it. He shouted, "Who's where," and took a step further and ran to the place where the fire came.

As soon as he shouted, the rest of the sentries were alert, some following him, some more vigilant, and some entering the tent to report to Thleus.

Their reaction was not unpleasant, but it was too late.

The sentry had only run five or six paces before he heard the roar of "Ah-X-Hua-X-Ba" from the firelight, and one after another torches were thrown onto the tents. The ordinary soldiers of the Holy Legion did not use a marching tent with a certain fireproof ability, but an ordinary linoleum cloth tent, which ignited immediately when it caught fire, and in the blink of an eye, several large fireballs were burned.

This was not the end, Pan Long threw the torch and drew his sword and rushed into the barracks. The first target is the tent I just identified.

A sword slashed through the tent, and when he rushed inside, he saw that a dozen or so fierce-looking Frese soldiers were hurriedly putting armor on their bodies. Seeing him rushing in, they all looked flustered, not knowing what to do.

There was also a warrior among them, who roared and raised his spear and rushed towards him, listening to the voice, but it was one of the two people who had just spoken, the one who was shouting for more.

This guy is tall and big, and the appearance of charging with a spear is really scary. But if you want to scare the northland boys, he is obviously not qualified enough.

Pan Long did not retreat, but advanced, and rushed towards the spear. As he was about to be stabbed, he tilted his body and dodged the spear, and at the same time swung the sword in his hand, and the scarlet and bloody sword of slaughter slashed the soldier's neck accurately, and the head flew immediately, and the blood rushed to the roof of the tent like a fountain.

The rest of the soldiers looked in a daze, where had they ever seen such a spear rushing up and cutting people!

Pan Long didn't follow in a daze, his steps were fast, and he rushed into the crowd in a blink of an eye, waving his blood-colored long sword, screaming one after another, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

In just ten seconds, the dozen or so soldiers in the tent had already died on the ground. Then he swung his sword and slashed through the other side of the tent, and rushed out, directly into the woods on the other side.

Rushing deep into the woods, he stopped and looked back, only to see that the Frese camp was in chaos, several tents had become large burning torches, and even soldiers who had been burned on their bodies let out miserable screams and begged for help from their colleagues.

The guards of Thleas the Most Holy shouted angrily in an attempt to stabilize the situation. But the entire barracks is already in a mess, where can they be stable!

(Hehe, I wish you a good night's sleep.) ）

Pan Long smirked and turned to walk in the direction of Runa Village.

He still felt a little regretful in his heart, looking at the appearance of that group of rabble, he obviously had no experience in dealing with night attacks. If he could have a few reliable helpers, such as Fa Xiao Han Feng, a good buddy who grew up in the Northland since he was a child, who can ride a fierce horse and drive hard, and can kill the enemy right away, he will dare to make some moves to attract the Holy Legion now, and then take advantage of the night to charge directly into battle.

A wave of rockets, a round of throwing guns, horses stepping on spears and bayonet slashes, just two or three hundred miscellaneous soldiers who have been frightened into frightened birds, at most two or three minutes, can make them crushed!)

It's a pity that there is no group of happy friends in Dingfeng Town. He didn't even have a decent horse.

There were indeed a few horses in the village of Runa, and the village chief suggested that he ride there on the road. But when he looked at it, he saw that these horses were all donkeys, and they could only carry goods as animal power, and could not carry the knights into battle. So I just don't need to use it, and I just run over and forget it.

Anyway, a martial arts master like him, if he is sure that he will not be attacked on the road, he can take a rest after arriving at the place, and the speed of running is actually not inferior to that of a war horse, and even slightly better.

It's just that when I ran to the place, I had already consumed four or five percent of my strength, so how could I fight?

"Alas, there are really no decent people in the village of Luna, and there is not even a decent master in the village. If I can have a few helpers, I can ambush them on the road again, and keep them scared, maybe they don't dare to fight, and they just run away......"

As Pan Long walked, he sighed secretly in his heart, feeling that tonight's battle was still a fly in the ointment. Suddenly, his heart moved slightly, and he inexplicably felt dangerous.

(Who?!)

He subconsciously flashed to the side, only to hear the wind howling, a black figure passed by, and the snowy sword light reflected the moonlight falling from the trees, flickering slightly, which was terrifying.

(When did I get caught up!)

Pan Long was taken aback, he didn't expect to be so close to the enemy.

He hurriedly took a few steps back, distancing himself from each other. But seeing that the person opposite was thin and small, wrapped tightly in a black robe, only two eyes were exposed, and no features could be seen. The only thing that stood out was the green crescent moon on his chest and the glazing daggers on his hands.

(Assassin of the Cult of the One God? Isn't this an enemy that you won't encounter until later?, by the way, Thles is the High Priest of the Cult of One God, and of course he has Assassins with him.) After all, assassins and sorcerers are the two major signs of the One God Cult, and it is strange that they are not!)

The thought flashed through his mind, and he became more vigilant.

Although the world was built on his memories, it was not necessarily exactly the same as his memories. Some of the content that is taken for granted will most likely be added.

If you take it for granted, I'm afraid you'll suffer.

The assassin looked at him coldly, with no emotion in his eyes, like a robot. The night wind was quite cold at this time, but the assassin's eyes were clearly colder than the night wind, which made people shudder.

The Monotheistic Assassins were extremely dangerous and vicious, and they were subjected to harsh training from an early age, including dissecting their companions alive, not to mention anything else. After this training, every One Cult Assassin has a heart of stone, and once ordered, only death can stop them.

Apparently, the Assassin received an order to hunt down the arsonists in the barracks.

"Looks like you're not going to let me go. ”

Pan Long sneered, the red light flashed on his hand, and he pulled out the slaughtering sword in the scabbard and assumed a fighting posture.