"Pounce!", the Hundred Refining Knife was deeply embedded in Hou Fatzi's fat belly.

But Hou Fatzi didn't have a half-painful look, but smiled weirdly, took a slight breath, and drank softly, "Bah!", and his huge belly suddenly swelled up like a full-fledged ball.

The Hundred Refining Knife in Zhou Hao's hand shook so much that he almost flew away!

After flicking Zhou Hao's Hundred Refining Knife, Hou Fatzi's huge belly was actually left with only a shallow white mark!

"How could this be?" Hou Tou, how did you do it?" Zhou Hao was shocked and hurriedly asked.

"Haha, this is called the Golden Bell Jar, just a mid-level martial art in the army!" Hou Fatzi replied with a little pride.

"The mid-level martial arts are so powerful, they are invulnerable?"

"What kind of invulnerability! Master Hou, I'm still far from practicing that far, but this big belly is a little hot!"

"This is powerful enough, Hou Tou, can you teach me?" Zhou Hao's eyes instantly became hot.

Zhou Hao was born very obsessed with martial arts, otherwise he would not have practiced his archery skills so superbly at a young age. It's a pity that Shuangfeng Village is too small and remote, except for the archery skills that can barely be mastered, the hunters can only use a few country tricks. Including Zhou Hao's grandfather, he couldn't teach Zhou Hao real martial arts. Even Zhou Hao's archery skills were figured out by himself while learning from his grandfather.

According to the rules of our army, only after establishing military merits can martial arts be taught, and the greater the military merits, the more advanced the martial arts will be. Now that I've taught you privately, both of us have to lose our heads!"

"What, and the rules for such birds?"

"Don't be disappointed, according to your kid's skills, it's only a matter of time before you make military achievements! If you behead the tenth level, you can get the teaching of low-level martial arts; if you behead the hundred levels, you can obtain middle-level martial arts; if you behead the thousand levels, you can obtain high-level martial arts! Let's go to the military camp, many people have learned the middle and low-level martial arts, and I can't be regarded as the top notch! You kid work hard!"

"Thank you Hou Tou, I will definitely work hard!" Hearing Hou Fatzi's words, Zhou Hao rekindled his hope. Secretly determined to make enough military achievements as soon as possible to obtain the qualification to learn martial arts

The narrowest part of Changqing Mountain is also more than 200 miles wide, and the team led by Hou Fatzi spent a whole day until it was getting dark, and then crossed Changqing Mountain and touched a place a few miles away from the Fusang camp.

When you get so close, you can't ride a horse anymore, otherwise you will have to be discovered by the Fuso people in an instant.

Finding a secluded and secluded wood, a group of people turned over and dismounted, took out the coarse cloth clothes they had prepared earlier, covered them over their armor, and disguised themselves as ordinary hunters.

Leaving the two to watch the horses, the remaining dozen or so people took advantage of the night to touch the Fusang camp.

According to the information previously discovered, although the Fusang camp was established for a short time, the entire camp was built on a very large scale under the condition of enslaving a large number of Goryeo civilians. In addition, the close proximity to Changqing Mountain, wood and stone are very easy to obtain, and the construction speed is also extremely fast. Obviously, after preparing to completely conquer Goryeo, he used it as a base to attack Northern Yan on a large scale.

After a while, Zhou Hao, Hou Fatzi and others sneaked to a small hill more than 200 zhang away from the Fusang camp, and looked down at the Fusang camp not far away.

This huge camp is four or five miles in circumference and can easily accommodate 70,000 or 80,000 people. And around the whole camp is a solid wall built of giant trees and four feet high. The wall of the village is full of huge butter torches, and the place of one or twenty zhang outside the wall is illuminated as bright as day. On the wall, in addition to the sentry guards, there are also teams of Fusang people, patrolling back and forth on the wall from time to time.

Around the outside of the tall wall, is a ditch four or five zhang wide, more than one zhang deep, and the trench is full of pointed wooden piles. Outside the trench, there were dense traps and up to three layers of horse rejection. The whole camp was built like a hedgehog, and there were only four drawbridges over the gates for safe access. But now that it's nightfall, the drawbridge has long since been retracted.

Inside the camp, there are blazing bonfires everywhere, which illuminate the entire camp. Against the backdrop of the firelight, the tents that stretched for miles could not be seen at a glance.

There are also large groups of Fusang people, who are looking for fun around piles of bonfires, and from time to time there are bursts of laughter and noise, mixed with the miserable and desperate screams of Goryeo women, even if they are so far away, Zhou Hao can hear them clearly.

Zhou Hao's eyesight was outstanding, and he roughly counted the tents in the camp, and there were actually five or six thousand! According to the size of the Fusang tents, one tent could probably accommodate more than a dozen people. In this way, wouldn't there be as many as fifty or sixty thousand Fuso defenders?

Secretly smacking his tongue, Zhou Hao whispered to Hou Fatzi beside him: "Hou Tou, didn't you say that there are only 10,000 people in Fusang? How can there be so many tents? According to the number of tents, there are 50,000 or 60,000 defenders in Fusang!"

Hou Fatzi also had a heavy face at this time: "There should not be so many defenders, even if the Fusang people increase their troops, it will not increase so much in just a few days! It is said that the Fusang people captured many Goryeo people for livestock and built camps for them, maybe some tents are Goryeo people." ”

Zhou Hao heard this, and after a careful observation, he found that the tents on the four corners of the camp were extremely dilapidated and disorganized, and the number accounted for almost half of all tents, which was estimated to be the tents of the Koreans.

But even if the tents of the Goryeo people are removed, there are still about 3,000 tents in the camp of the Fuso defenders. In other words, the Fuso garrison is most likely 30,000 people!

This discovery made the squad of scouts all frowning. Don't look at the defenders, maybe only 20,000 people have increased, but for the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry, which only has 1,000 people, this is a world of difference!

A thousand elite ironclad heavy cavalry may be able to defeat 10,000 enemy troops with one as ten. But if you are facing 30,000 people, each cavalry will have to spread out to 30 enemies, and even if it is a sneak attack, there is almost no chance of victory.

"If there were really 30,000 defenders in Fuso, I am afraid that this battalion would not be able to steal it! But judging the number of defenders by just relying on the number of tents is still not very reliable. Hou Fatzi was also a little breathless at this time, and scolded in a low voice: "Damn, if only I could catch two live mouths!"

"Live!Catch alive!" Zhou Hao's eyes glanced at the bare mountains that the Fusang people had cut down in order to build a camp, and he had an idea in his head.

Zhou Hao went through his thoughts in his mind several times, and felt that he was seven or eight points sure, so he said to Hou Fatzi: "Hou Tou, if you believe me, maybe I really have a way to catch the mouth!"

Hou Fatzi was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Oh, Haozi, what can you do?"

"This method is a bit risky, and it also requires the cooperation of all brothers!" Zhou Hao said his thoughts one by one.

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