The barracks of the 19th Army were not permanent camps, and the perimeter was not a wall, but a high fence.

The masters jumped up and easily flipped over, and when they landed, they saw chaos in the barracks, with fires everywhere and thick smoke drifting away.

From time to time, soldiers emerge from tents in disheveled clothes, some with guns, some without weapons.

Several large magic crystal-driven searchlights circled above the barracks, and huge pillars of light transformed by spiritual power through the magic circle tore through the night, illuminating every corner of the barracks.

In a few places, there were shouts of killing and gunshots, and the chaos was like a large vegetable market.

This is only one of the three military camps, and there are two more military camps in the distance, which are also in chaos at this time.

Khotan and the headquarters of the 19th Army were in the southernmost barracks, while they were now in the southwestern barracks.

Xiang Yong judged the situation and gave a concise order: "Wang Si, He Gui, you two stay and go and extinguish those two searchlights!"

The two he named were the best in the group.

As long as the lights are extinguished, in the dark, these soldiers are no match for the Jianghu people, and a few Jianghu people can also make waves in the camp of tens of thousands of people.

"Yes!" the two men commanded, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Xiang Yong took the rest of the people and continued to run towards the largest military camp in the south.

Along the way, they encountered scattered emperors from time to time, and without any superfluous words, they immediately slashed and slashed and continued to move forward.

There are also people who are hit by bullets flying in the dark, and fall to the ground with a muffled grunt, no one to help them, if they can't get up on their own, then die here.

The smell of blood in the air grew stronger and stronger, mixed with the smell of smoke and fire, irritating people's nerves.

After breaking through the barracks, Xiang Yong hastily counted the number of people, and there were still 17 people left.

Just now I sent two people to shoot searchlights, Fan Xiaoyue and Ye Liuli fell behind, and four people were lost in the barracks, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Fortunately, several Tsukiji Dzogchen were still alive, and only Qu Da was hit in the arm by a stray bullet and was slightly injured.

It was the lead bullet that hit him instead of the iron bullet from the magic crystal rifle, and the power was not great, and with the rough skin and thick flesh of his foundation building the Great Perfection, it was only scratched a little skin.

They broke into the southernmost barracks, where the headquarters of the Mongol and 19th armies were located.

Three huge searchlights stood in the middle of the barracks.

"Come and follow me and put out the lights. The rest of the people, immediately go to find prey!" Xiang Yong gave the order and rushed towards the center of the barracks.

Naturally, all the members of his team followed, and there was also one foundation building consummation, four late foundation building monks followed him, and the remaining 9 people went to find Meng Tian under the leadership of Qu Da.

Along the way, the resistance encountered gradually increased and became more organized, and it was common to see soldiers in relatively neat formations, holding magic crystal rifles in both hands, firing in a certain direction under the orders of the junior officers.

Xiang Yong led the team to avoid these organized teams as much as possible, and quickly killed the stragglers when encountered.

As they approached the center of the camp, more than thirty soldiers suddenly appeared in front of them, under the command of an officer in the uniform of a colonel, raising their guns and aiming at them.

"Disperse!" Xiang Yong only had time to shout, and he immediately fled to find cover.

Gunfire erupted. The muzzle of the Crystal Rifle trembled, and the Crystal drove the circle, ejecting the iron projectile at high speed.

There was no smoke, but the projectile cut through the air at high speed, sending out fire.

Two Jianghu people who didn't have time to dodge were hit and fell to the ground, and Chen Beixuan was also shot in the chest, but fortunately he was blocked by a defensive magic weapon.

Xiang Yong did not hesitate, continued to run, using the cover of the camp tent to approach the more than thirty soldiers from the flank, and suddenly dodged and rushed into it.

He sprinted at a speed of 20 meters per second, and the soldiers could not catch him at all, leaving only an afterimage on the retina.

Xiang Yong is like a tiger into the flock, a sharp sword is swung so that people can't see it clearly, and every time it is stabbed, it takes a life.

The miserable shouts came and went, the shouting and scolding of the soldiers, the chaotic orders of the officers, and the roars of the people in the rivers and lakes converged in one place.

The crowd was dense, and those soldiers did not dare to shoot indiscriminately for fear of accidentally injuring their teammates, so they only fought with Xiang Yong with their rifles and bayonets, and Xiang Yong slaughtered more than ten people in an instant.

Every time he killed, he felt a warm current flowing under his shoulder blades.

At this time, he didn't care about thinking too much, he just kept killing, and soon other people from the rivers and lakes also approached to assist him in killing.

The gap in cultivation is clear here.

Those monks who build the foundation realm can often take away one or two lives with a single move.

Chen Beixuan and Li Zhiping were in this chaotic battle, but they could only protect themselves.

In less than half a minute, more than 30 soldiers were slaughtered, leaving only blood and severed limbs.

"Lao Yu can't do it, Lao Tan didn't hurt the vital point. A charlatan reported briefly.

Xiang Yong looked up and saw that the searchlights in the military camp in the southwest corner had been extinguished.

And the searchlight of this barracks is only a few hundred meters away from them.

However, the path of several hundred meters was filled with Imperial soldiers, at least hundreds of them, scattered around the various camps, and with the guidance of the searchlight, they pulled the trigger on the exposed Jianghu people.

These soldiers of the 19th Army were worthy of being elite, and they were able to organize effectively when they were attacked in the middle of the night, and many soldiers spontaneously formed battle formations to cover each other.

And the masters of the Jianghu people who were targeted by them, if they were in the dark, they might be able to slaughter dozens or hundreds of them, but as long as they were illuminated by a searchlight and their figures appeared, they would suddenly be hit by dozens of projectiles from all directions and be beaten into a bloody sieve.

The more urgent the situation, the calmer Xiang Yong became.

He picked up the bow behind him with his backhand, and quickly removed the arrow of a carbon steel arrow.

With a soft shout, he bent his bow and arrows, and released the bowstring without taking any aim.

"Whoosh!" Sharp arrows shot out, piercing the sky and heading straight for a searchlight 300 meters away.

"Bang!" accurately hit one of them, but the lights didn't go out.

Xiang Yong realized that this was not an electric light after all, and it was not something that could be extinguished by bursting the light bulb.

Soon a soldier spotted them and raised his gun to shoot in this direction.

If it was a musket, it would definitely not be able to hit the distance of a few hundred meters, but the effective range of the magic crystal rifle was as high as 500 meters, and it could pose a deadly threat to Xiang Yong and the others.

Xiang Yong's defensive magic weapons had all been used up, so he had to find cover to hide, took a deep breath, suddenly stood up, and fired another arrow.

With this arrow, he aimed at the part where the searchlight was connected to the light pole.

Hit accurately.

With a crackling sound, a puff of green smoke floated out of the searchlight, which drooped down and no longer shone brightly.

There are 2 left.

The soldiers fired more intensively in this direction.

Li Zhiping and Chen Beixuan also took off their bows and crossbows respectively and fired back at the soldiers, and the two Jianghu people who were good at shooting also moved.

But their accuracy was not enough, and it was okay to shoot people, and they wanted to shoot the searchlight, but they couldn't catch it, and several arrows flew away with the searchlight.

With a muffled snort, another Jianghu man fell to the ground clutching his chest.

On Xiang Yong's side, there are only 6 people left. In addition to him, Chen Beixuan, and Li Zhiping, there were also 3 Jianghu people, all of whom were injured.