The confrontation between the two armies is constantly pushing to a peak, and at a certain moment, it will come like a flood bursting and sweep across the battlefield, and no one can stay out of it.

As the sun gradually faded into the distance, the deep night covered the earth again, and the two armies camped and rebelled looked at each other across a river, but there was not much affection, but they were full of vigilance, and even a few grumpy sergeants couldn't help but curse in front of the battle, and some people were angry and peeing in the clear drinking water to demonstrate.

Han Xuan didn't stop it, but deliberately let it go, and also wanted to see if the main general on the opposite side would show his flaws because of impulsiveness.

But alas, apart from the first few reciprocal blows, and even the shooting with bows and arrows, there was no response at all, just a silence, like a statue in the night, silent in the faint light of a bonfire.

This kind of silence made Han Xuan frown, as a veteran, he knew very well that such silence represented the other party's strong control in the army, maybe the person who was sitting in the camp opposite at this time was one of his old buddies.

In the next six days, the battle situation fell into a stalemate again, whether it was Gao Changgong's side or Huang Hansheng's side, it seemed that they had fallen into silence as if they had given up on themselves.

Obviously they are still on the battlefield, and the soldiers only need to eat and drink when they complete the drills every day, and they can't help but feel a little ridiculous when they look at each other across the river.

"You say, which one is more terrifying, a knife that has been drawn out, or a knife still hidden in its sheath?" Wang Zhu, who was sitting on the ground, squinted his eyes and looked at the other side, and asked slowly.

The building looked at Wang Zhu sitting on the ground, grinned, and thought that this family had become more and more informal since he joined the army, so he also sat down: "I don't think it's terrible, anyway, if you are stabbed left and right, you will die, how much difference is there between pulling it out and not pulling it out?"

This is probably Naoto's simple idea, but in Wang Zhu's opinion, this is a kind of stupidity, he will inevitably be sarcastic on weekdays, but he has been in a heavy mood lately, and he has not bothered to quarrel, just rolled his eyes and lay down on the ground, pillow with a quiver and closed his eyes.

He was still wearing heavy and stuffy armor, but everyone was tense these days, and Han Xuan directly ordered the soldiers not to disarm, not to leave their weapons half a step away from their bodies, and to sleep with quivers every day to avoid being attacked at night.

Although he was pampered in Jianye, he now had to endure lice and sweat, and lay groggy on a tattered piece of leather wrapped in dust.

The night is as cool as water, and the river, which has gradually calmed down on these sunny days, appears to sparkle in the moonlight, and some fish leap out of the water and then fall into the water, splashing inconspicuously.

Tall green pines grew on both sides, swaying gently in the breeze, casting their reflections into the water, turning into little deeper ink.

But if one looks closely, they will find that the ink is constantly changing, as if splitting, and countless black shadows are born from it, and they are constantly swaying in the water, and they are also constantly moving forward, like ghosts under the water, constantly moving towards the other side.

The river is wide, and the water is by no means as peaceful as it seems, and from time to time there are black shadows that fall behind and are swept away by the river, but even so, these black shadows still do not give up, and even faster and faster, and at the same time the color of their bodies is getting darker and darker.

At the moment when the first group of black shadows reached the opposite bank, the river suddenly made waves, and as the waves continued to change, a head was drilled out of the black shadows first, followed by the body, legs and feet.

No one could have imagined that such a group of people could swim across such a wide river from the bottom of the water, but this group of people did it, and in the darkness of the night, they did not make a sound like ghosts.

Their black clothes concealed their presence in the night, leaving only a pair of eyes bare, wide and with an eerie scarlet.

As they stepped forward with their upper bodies low, their bowstring-like taut backs made them look like a pack of hunting beasts.

They marched, killing the patrolling soldiers, the torch-wielding guards, their black, dull daggers spitting out a fog of death like fangs.

"What people!" When the tent guards finally discovered this group of ghostly enemies, they were already shocked to themselves, but fortunately, after years of training and responsibilities, they invariably drew their knives, and the chief of the guard subconsciously went to the horn on his left waist.

But the men in black were faster than they thought!

In the darkness, these black-clothed people seemed to be completely integrated into the darkness, and they crossed a distance of more than a dozen steps in an instant, and the black-clothed man in front of him moved the fastest, and even because of his terrifying speed, the wet clothes on his body directly began to splash outward.

The black dagger silently popped out of its sleeve and sealed it directly at the throat of the chief guard.

Sparks flickered, like a meteor bursting out in the night, the scarlet eyes and the eyes of the chief guard intertwined in the air, and the two had already fought three times in just one shot.

Every time they collided, the force was so great that they shook people, and looking down at the two of them, the rough mud had been trampled out of more than a dozen deep pits.

The chief of the guard of the Chinese army's big tent already has the realm of a small grandmaster, and it is not so easy to be killed in the world.

It's just that when he saw that the number of people in black obviously exceeded them, he was a little anxious, so he shouted, and under the burst of qi and blood, the waist knife swung out a full moon, and actually cut off the black short sword, and continued downward, cutting directly into the shoulder of the man in black!

But the chief of the guard did not show joy, but his face sank.

Years of holding and wielding the knife have already made the knife a part of the body, and in his senses, although he cut into the shoulder of the man in black, it was a dull feeling, not at all like cutting into the body of a living person, but like ...... In the division of a corpse that had been dead for a long time and had begun to stiffen.

As the tip of his nose twitched a few times, he felt a rotten stench spreading outward, and at the same time, a cold hand was raised again, holding his knife alive!

The scarlet eyes seemed to have received some kind of inspiration, and they were actually emitting a strange light, and the blade that had been cut into was completely stuck by the skeletal tendons in the hand and shoulder.

Fear gripped the heart of the chief of the guard, and he looked at the black-clothed man in disbelief who was still as usual and did not shed a trace of blood: "What kind of monster are you?"

In just a few breaths, the sound of the horn resounded throughout the barracks.

Probably because of the tiredness of the days, Wang Zhu slept very deeply.

But the dream was not very easy, the sky was gray, and there was thunder in it, and the river that was originally rushing was ablaze, illuminating everything so brightly, countless soldiers hugged and fought together, blood was splashed, and the earth trembled......

He woke up suddenly, and saw the anxious look of the building, the sky was full of stars, there was no fire, no fighting, but those powerful arms were so panicked that his head hurt a little.

"Wang Zhu, get up, fuck you, sleep like a pig!" Seeing that Wang Zhu finally opened his eyes, the building also breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stood up.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhu struggled to get up, and saw that the camp tent was already a busy scene, and the bonfire was swaying slightly in the wind, but it was directly buried by the sand, and he reluctantly shrank down.

"The news just came that the Right Army had been attacked, and they had already been killed by the enemy. "As the two walked, they mounted their horses, "It seems that a water ghost has swam across the river and seriously wounded General Mo of the Right Route Army, and now the Right Route Army is engaged with the enemy troops crossing the river." ”

"Water ghosts crossing the river?" Wang Zhu said with straight eyes, "How is it possible? This river is so deep and so wide......

"I don't know!" the building was also in a bad mood when it heard the news, and scolded angrily after being questioned, "They said that the group of people was not a person at all, but a group of ...... No one had ever seen anything like it, and neither did I. ”