Looking at this familiar and majestic continuous camp tent, Yuan Fan was a little weak-legged, even if he entered the camp, it was raining all the time, and there were pieces of camp tents on the opposite side, and there were only a few hundred people on this side, and half of them were surrendered soldiers.

The light flashed, and the cold body was soaked by the rain, and there was more silk strength, not much, but it made people feel excited.

"What is this, destiny?"

Yuan Fan's trembling body stabilized, and the fear in his heart did not decrease, but he shifted to a man as terrifying as a ghost

The camp gate officer felt a chill in his heart, and then he noticed that there were more footsteps, and he looked back hurriedly.

There were two more tower-like men behind him, with light steps, looking back coldly under the robes, and then the crowd poured in silently.

"You ......," the battalion officer subconsciously said, suddenly finding that the patrol soldiers had disappeared......

Smelling a stream of blood in the air, and then looking at the smiling face and cold gaze of the big-eared man, the camp gate officer instantly brightened his heart, and he opened his mouth to shout: "Enemy-"

"Poof" the long knife in the direction, the head flew out, and blood splattered.

"Kill In"

In the rain curtain, the drawing of knives sounded continuously, and in the inertia, the soldiers all drew their knives, and the sound of horses' hooves could be heard clearly from a distance.

"Ah, it's the middle of the night, and everyone is sleepy. Yuan Fan said nervously, clenched the knife, and the eyes of several thieves who came over fell on the white cloth belt on their arms, and in the dense rain curtain, their faces flashed with awakening and fear: "Traitor......"

"Kill" In the cold rain curtain, with the sudden sound of shouting and killing, the surrounding people pounced directly, the attack was so sudden, some of them questioned loudly, but the questioning voice quickly disappeared, only the sound of angry reprimands, the sound of drawing knives against each other, and the screams, which were irrepressibly expanding... Soon it turned into a killing voice.

"I'm sorry, I just want to live and live with them......" Yuan Fan took out a knife from his robe, splashed with blood all over his face, don't look at his eyes, and say it silently, as if he was talking to himself when he was a thief that night.

"Kill" someone is organizing resistance: "Just block it, reinforcements will come, destroy ......"

This kind of words are a little familiar, accompanied by the trembling sound of the earthquake, Yuan Fan was pulled to avoid the main road, and subconsciously looked back at the outside of the camp, the cavalry had rushed into the camp, but it was about two hundred horses, but it turned into an iron stream, and a slender figure with a black banner was pulled on the back of the horse, and the man who claimed to be called Ye Qing took advantage of the situation to turn over on the horse, and under the blazing court was the cold light of the long sword out of the sheath.

I saw the light of the sword, the long knife, and the spear...... The ferocious triangular arrows reappeared, rushing towards the place where the troops were reunited, and the cavalry behind followed closely to turn, fearlessly facing the enemy in front of them, the black torrent trampled on the resisting bodies one by one, the sound of cracking bones, the muffled sound of flesh crushing into mud, the sound of horses falling down, the sound of swords and soldiers fighting, shouting of killing, and screaming...... It's like a repetition of the tragedy that happened in the first half of the night.

Yuan Fan subconsciously closed his eyes, but this time he was not stunned, but he realized that this group of cavalry was already his teammates, at least for now.

A cavalry officer and soldier fell off his horse while charging, rolled up, bared his teeth and covered his injured shoulder, rushed past Yuan Fan's side, waved his knife with his head, stared at the white cloth strip on his arm, the blade brushed a few inches in front of his neck, and slashed at a rogue who was about to counterattack Yuan Fan: "What kind of stupid death?"

Yuan Fan came to his senses, on this chaotic battlefield, he was only slightly stunned for a moment, and he was out of touch with the infantry brigade, and he was pinched by both sides of the official thief as a soft persimmon, and he was afraid of passing by between life and death, and he couldn't be more clearly aware of his situation tonight...... There's really no going back

He followed the cavalry officers and soldiers, rushed forward to kill the past, the loess road was a little muddy, the enemy had been killed and scattered in front, the cavalry officers and soldiers had excellent martial arts, Yuan Fan's luck was good, and he finally kept up with the main force.

"My name, my name is ......."

"As a thief, I'm not interested in knowing the way. ”

"The rain has stopped, God help me, set the fire" someone shouted in front, only to see a finger, a small ball of flame flew out and landed in the tent.

Yuan Fan saw that the rain had indeed stopped, and when he saw that the camp tent was burning, he rushed up, pulled up a handful of burned camp cloth, waved it, and went to other camp tents.

The sound of killing in the distance was getting louder and louder, Yuan Fan lit seven in a row, panting and looking, there was smoke everywhere, as well as thieves running in embarrassment, and crazy shouts, these people even ignored the enemies they killed, and roared, this was simply a cry before death, hitting the eardrums and nerves in the silent and dark night, and their eyes were straight, tearing their clothes.

Yuan Fan's scalp was numb, and he almost shouted along.

"The battalion is roaring," the officers and men of the previous cavalry shouted with joy.

In ancient times, the barracks had strict rules, not to mention shouting loudly, and even chatting without anything was life-threatening, and the barracks were an authentic place of slaughter, and the military regulations had the so-called "seventeen articles and fifty-four beheadings".

And the army is very dark, the officers wantonly oppress the soldiers, the veterans gang up to oppress the recruits, the soldiers form gangs and factions to fight openly and secretly, the contradictions are backlogged year after year, all rely on military discipline bullets, before the war, everyone is uncertain about life and death, I don't know when I will return to the West, and the spirit at this time is simply on the verge of collapse.

The thieves were originally just peasants, and they all relied on burning, killing and looting to maintain their sanity, and as soon as they were attacked, this camp roared out.

"The battalion is roaring, kill it, attack the inner battalion," someone ordered in a loud voice.

The officers and soldiers wearing waterproof cloaks listened to the order and continued to rush, and they were drenched in the rain on the ground like this, which was the largest number of troops to surrender, and at this time they felt a lot less......

"Did you take advantage of the chaos to escape, or did you die?" Yuan Fan didn't dare to think about going down, just ran and lit a fire.

"No resistance?" Yuan Fan couldn't believe it, in the charge that was coerced, he swung his knife a few times, and those people who were screaming were a little unreasonable, slashing and slashing the past, some instinctively resisted, and some didn't even resist

And the officers and soldiers only care about rushing forward, even if anyone falls behind.

Yuan Fan couldn't help but turn his head to look, his heart was raised, only to see that the guy who had fallen behind had lost his weapon, torn the white linen, and some people were crying and raising their hands: "Don't do it, your own people ......"

Poof—the man's head dropped.

The few thieves who were still awake found the courage to slash the heads of these people, and cursed in their mouths: "Who is your own person with you......"

"This head belongs to Lao Tzu, don't grab ...... with Lao Tzu"

These people were slashed in an instant.

Yuan Fan was silent and didn't look back, and his steps subconsciously accelerated.

The front of the team shouted an order: "Get closer, don't break up, don't fall in love with the war, rush forward to live ......"

Rush forward...... Can I live ......

Many pawns like Yuan Fan have nothing left in their minds, and in the overall atmosphere, they rush forward, rush forward, instinctively swing their knives and slash, and continue to set fire.

Along the way, in addition to the mud, only the sound of swords and soldiers reminded the resistance, until the high wall of the inner village appeared in the field of vision, facing the closed wooden door, the hedgehog on the wall gathered thieves and cold arrows...... Yuan Fan sobered up a little.

"Even if you rush here, it's the end of ......"

Deception?

It is impossible to open it at night without the commander's personal order, let alone know that the road is an enemy attack at this time.

Storm?

This inner village is after Zhang Gao's lesson last time, Cheng Dashuai specially set up to guard against the sneak attack of the official army, the pro-guard army supports, the elite is strictly organized, there is no lack of crossbows, the turtle is as difficult to gnaw, it is easy to guard a few moments, and there are several miles of battalions around, as long as you wake up, reinforcements will come in a steady stream

Ye Qing took the lead and looked at it with a sneer: "The reaction is very fast"

The distance is only 100 meters, it's time, Ye Qing no longer saves mana, the white light in his hand flashed, blessed on the body of the archers, one by one tacitly turned over and dismounted, the waterproof cloak was lifted, the bowstring squeaked and opened, and suddenly swished, and the arrows rained down.

These are fifteen archers selected from among the non-commissioned officers, who are familiar with this spell coordination, and the long arrows penetrate the dense rain curtain, weaving into a more dense rain of arrows, shooting down more than a dozen enemies in an instant, and almost none of them miss

Even though he was an elite rogue, he had never seen such a killing efficiency, and he suddenly exclaimed: "It's a marksman"

A man's voice sounded inside: "Hide behind the shield, don't show your head, few of them wait for the rain to loosen the bowstring......"

Ye Qing waved his hand, and another white light flashed, and all the archers subconsciously turned their ears, and then threw arrows along the sound, and the rain of arrows fell straight behind the wall, and people exclaimed: "Da Shuai is injured......

"What are you shouting about, Lao Tzu is not dead" The voice roared violently, full of energy, but it changed its direction, showing fear of this rain of arrows.

Ye Qing had a slight regret, and the long sword pointed directly: "Rush up for me, the camp is in front, and those who retreat in vain will be killed."

The shouting sound of killing sounded, the wall was actually not high, only a few feet, two people could climb up on top of each other, and under the suppression of the archer group, they could easily rush in......

Knock –

The sound of war drums suddenly sounded behind this wall, and the thump, thump, thump, thump,

This is...... Calling on the generals

Ye Qing listened to it, and saw that the thief Cheng Zhiyuan was wearing a drum, and he did not forget to issue an order to organize the garrison, and all kinds of official-made ordnance to defend the city were operating behind the wall, the awning was opened, the oar shield was raised, and the oil pot, the sassal wood, and the rhubarb crossbow were ......

The moment when the army was driven to climb the wall with cannon fodder, the inner village instantly changed from a turtle to a hedgehog, and from time to time various attacks fell, even the non-commissioned officer shooters could not suppress them all, and a scream sounded in the cannon fodder under the camp wall, retreated, and stepped forward again under the blade of the warlord.

The situation of the ant siege is the most tragic, for both sides, anyone can see the determination of the boss to defend, it is clear that it is to delay time, as long as the battalion wakes up from the roar, a few hundred people can be slashed and killed.

"It's hard to use the pawns...... The fighting spirit is not strong, and it has been drenched in the rain for too long, and his physical strength has dropped terribly. ”

Ye Qing had the keenest grasp of the changes in the situation, and at this time he also cursed angrily: "Is this the level of thieves? Those outer battalions are still normal, and the soldiers in this inner battalion are worthy of the elite officers and soldiers of the earth, and the first level of wild monsters is so difficult, it will definitely kill people."