The days are short and the nights are long, and when the last rays of light disappear in the sky, darkness comes in a hurry.

The bonfires in the dragon slaying camp were lit up and extinguished one by one, and the voices of the people gradually fell silent, and most of the people had fallen asleep.

Although it's May, it's still bitterly cold and windy at night in Beihai, and there's really nowhere more comfortable and popular than a hot bed.

The soldiers who were assigned to be on duty tonight inevitably had to curse and complain, leaning their halberds on their shoulders while rubbing their frozen hands and jumping to keep warm.

Even more unfortunate were the mobile sentinels, who had to ride snow horses around the camp, the whirring cold wind pouring into their necks like knives, and it didn't matter how many sips of liquor they drank.

However, compared to the Ranger Scouts scattered within a radius of a hundred miles, they were clearly lucky.

Unlike the Central Plains military formation, the Northern Wilderness Dragon Clan has never had the habit of setting up fortifications around the camp. Compared with traps, walled walls, deer firewood, arrow towers, etc., they are more superstitious about the swords and guns in their hands and the war horses under their crotch.

Therefore, the role of the Ranger Scouts is more and more prominent, especially at night when they are responsible for the warning of the entire battalion.

But this kind of ghost weather, and this kind of ghost place, even the most elite and capable ranger scouts can't help but be a little lazy and can't beat their spirits.

Since the army crossed the Blue Wolf Ridge to capture the Night Fire City, the battle was even victorious, and the remnants of the Night Fire tribe were defeated and the dragons were defeated without a leader, as if they were already a turtle in an urn waiting to be killed.

If it weren't for the fact that the terrain of the Gelan Glacier was too dangerous to attack, the army would have already returned triumphantly.

Rao is like this, the Nightfire Tribe is already at the end of its rope and unable to support it, and it is hoped that tomorrow the Nightfire Tribe will be completely wiped out from the map of the Northern Wilderness.

Slaves, livestock, treasures, women, the benefits of extinguishing the night fire in one fell swoop, the benefits are obvious, and large sums of wealth are waiting to be redivided......

The people who dreamed of making a fortune were unaware that a team of less than a thousand people was quietly approaching the camp under the cover of night.

The ranger scouts along the way were easily eliminated by the forward team led by Zhe Yuhang, opening a passage for the follow-up soldiers and horses.

From dragon slaying to any warrior of the Longwei tribe, no one would have thought that the Night Fire Division, which was dying and struggling, would have the courage to take the initiative to send warriors to launch a night attack.

Closer, closer...... In the darkness of the night, the enemy camp was within a hundred feet.

Zhe Yuhang looked at the few lights in the other camp, a cold smile escaped from the corner of his lips, and he shouted: "Get on the horse!"

The vanguard team of 50 people is all Tiger and Leopard cavalry who have survived a hundred battles, and in order to increase their combat power and mobility to deal with the ranger scouts, seven archers such as Iron Oak are temporarily added.

There were fifty-eight men in all, and they were the first elite forces to cut into the enemy camp.

In the dark, the vigorous snow leopard and the ferocious snow tiger continued to accelerate towards the camp like ghosts. Unlike war horses, their thick and soft paws are silently tread on the snow and ice, and it is extremely difficult to detect even in the silence of the night.

It wasn't until the vanguard team sneaked into the camp less than twenty zhang away that a guy who was keeping vigil vaguely saw a black shadow moving at high speed in front of him, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes and shouted, "Who is on which side?"

"Khoosh!" responded to him with a crisp and melodious bowstring trembling, and a sharp arrow slashed through the night and pierced his throat.

The warrior grabbed his throat with both hands, and before he could let out a scream, he fell to the ground.

The nearby Longwei tribe warriors saw him suddenly fall limp, and when they saw clearly the bone arrows with trembling wings on his companion's throat, they couldn't help but be surprised and shouted, "It's not good, there is a ......"

Another sharp arrow came and pierced his chest.

"What happened?"

"The enemy is coming?"

"Where?"

"What's going on?"

"Who's yelling and screaming?"

There was a commotion in the camp, and a fire dragon quickly rushed to the place where the accident occurred, and was immediately horrified to see that a team of tigers and leopards had broken through the camp in the snow!

"Snort-" Arrows rained down, and one after another people from the Longwei tribe fell to the ground with arrows, and screams rang out one after another.

Before the warriors who had dodged the sharp arrows came to their senses, they saw Zhe Yuhang and the others urging the tigers and leopards to kill them, swinging their swords and slashing the blood gushing and the heads of people flying!

After Zhe Yuhang, Lin Yin rode Feng Han and led more than 700 dead soldiers to rush in, and the iron hooves trampled on the camp tents mercilessly.

They grabbed torches and lit the tent, and the fire woke up the sleeping warriors of the Longwei tribe, and they couldn't wait to get dressed and fled out of the tent with their bare buttocks, and just happened to bump into the warriors of the Nightfire tribe guarding outside, and their swords and guns disappeared in the screams.

Zhe Yuhang rushed in first, his eyes swept over the chaotic army, hoping to find his father.

He was not afraid to go deep alone, and when he stabbed out with a spear in his hand, one of them would be picked off his horse.

Listening to the screams in his ears and watching the corpses spurting blood in front of him, Zhe Yuhang was full of excitement. He enjoyed the feeling of wanton slaughter on the line between life and death, and he was even more willing to listen to the enemy's cry and cry under his own gun.

At this moment, Lin Yin was terrifyingly silent, and the huge dragon shadow in the middle of the night traveled through the sky above the camp, specifically attacking and killing the leaders of the Longwei tribe.

The opponent's dragon trainer has not yet taken to the sky, and the night sky in the North Sea belongs to him alone at this moment.

"Is it Lin Yin?"

"The son of Lin Han Temple is back!"

Someone recognized Lin Yin in the chaos and immediately shouted in shock. At the beginning of the battle of Night Fire City, Lin Yin and Ji Chengche teamed up to kill Dayding Mountain, which was known as one of the Dragon and Might, and later led the troops to fight in the Blue Wolf Ridge, so that the army of tens of thousands of dragons could not cross the Thunder Pond by half a step, and the name of "Night Fire Double Dragon" had already resounded throughout the Northern Wilderness Ice Field.

These warriors all belonged to the Qingshu tribe, and they had also participated in the battle of Green Wolf Ridge, and they had witnessed the awe-inspiring divine power of Lin Yin's thousands of troops and horses to take the head of the general.

At this time, Zhe Yuhang stared at the Qingshu tribe who had just rushed out of the big tent, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent and stepped forward, and the spear in his hand was like an angry dragon going out to sea and stabbing when he was distracted.

The guards beside Han Fu hurriedly met the enemy, and were killed by Zhe Yuhang in an instant, and the people fell apart.

Han Fu had just climbed on the horse and had not come back to his senses when he was horrified to find that there were only two or three kittens left in the guards beside him.

Zhe Yuhang stabbed his spear and asked, "Where is Zhe Chilie?!"

Han Fu parried with a horizontal knife, and blurted out without thinking in a panic: "He is locked up in the prison of Night Fire City!"

"Keng!" exchanged knives and guns, and Zhe Yuhang's figure suddenly soared into the air, and his feet flew and kicked the rare compound door.

Hanfu leaned back on his horse, and he was able to avoid the serial kicks of Zhe Yuhang.

The figures of the two staggered up and down, and Han Fu thought that the crisis was over, and raised his body vigorously on his waist, but he suddenly felt a cold vest.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a cold and bright blade pierce through his chest, and blood burst out.

Zhe Yuhang raised his arm and threw the spear without looking at it, and his figure fell on the back of the speeding tiger, and he took advantage of the situation to grab a halberd and rushed towards the battle group.

The iron oak that followed closely behind raised his knife and cut off Han Fu's head, raised his head high and shouted, "Han Fu is dead!"

When the warriors of the Qingshu tribe heard that their commander had been killed in battle, they completely lost their fighting spirit, and lost their armor and were defeated.

The Eight Hundred Nights Fire Death Warrior was like a bamboo, and it only took less than a stick of incense to chisel through the camp of the Qingshu Tribe and kill the neighboring Ghost Tooth Tribe.

In the night, the camp of the dragon slayer army was lit up by raging flames from north to south, billowing black smoke into the sky, killing and wounding thousands.

The sleeping tribal alliance had no idea that Lin Yin would attack the camp, and in their haste, they were completely unable to organize effective resistance, so they could only fight on their own.

I don't know how long the fight lasted, but I suddenly heard a horn blowing in the dragon slaying army, and one by one the dragons rose into the air and were rushing to the battlefield.

Lin Yin immediately ordered the withdrawal of the troops, and the eight hundred dead soldiers left without any love of war.

The one who led the army to attack was Xie Xuan, the first general under the command of the dragon, and when he saw the sea of fire and dead corpses everywhere in the camp, he couldn't help but be angry, how could he let Lin Yin and the others leave easily?

After Lin Yin was in charge, he saw that there were three giant dragons chasing after him.

There was no trace of panic on his cold face, and he suddenly instigated Feng Han to turn around to meet him.

"Woo-" Feng Han roared like thunder, opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of golden dragon breath, transforming into hundreds of giant shields in the air, like a sea and a mountain, slapping towards the three giant dragons chasing after him.

The three dragons were already in awe of Feng Han, but when they saw the Golden Mersa Dragon's furious rage, they became more and more frightened, and they only desperately spewed dragon breath to resist.

"Boom!" A roar shook the mountains in the sky, and the drumming light and smoke stood out from the Lin Yin Iron Horse, scurrying past the three giant dragons, and the three dragon trainers behind them wailed and fell.

The other people who approached were taken aback and slowed down their pursuit.

Xie Xuan was furious, and urged the dragon to sit down and chase Lin Yin, and suddenly heard a string moving like rain below. Countless sharp arrows **** came out of the darkness where he couldn't see his five fingers, sprinkled like raindrops towards the soldiers of the Longwei tribe who chased them out of the camp, but it was the crossbowmen who were secretly ambushing Lin Yin and the others.

After a rain of arrows, hundreds of dead and wounded of the pursuing troops, the rest cowered as the enemy army disappeared into the darkness.

Xie Xuan said to Lin Yin with his own martial arts: "Lin Yin, dare to fight me to the death?!"

"I will, but not now!" Lin Yin glanced at him, and the Sharp Cold Divine Dragon swung its tail and headed north.

Xie Xuan and Riding Mountain were originally friends of life and death, and they were determined to kill Lin Yin to avenge their friends, so they gritted their teeth and chased after them.

Unexpectedly, a ball of real fire suddenly lit up in the night sky in front of him, and the crimson light pierced Xie Xuan's eyes like a sword blade, making him dizzy and dizzy.

Hearing the rumbling roar coming quickly, the huge fireball thunder was approaching.

He shouted in horror that he couldn't chase after Lin Yin, urging the sitting dragon to spit out dragon breath, while waving the spear in his hand to protect his body.

"Boom!" the fireball exploded, and half of the night sky was reddened with its magnificent and dazzling brilliance.

The divine dragon that Xie Xuan sat on roared and rolled, and the scales on his body were smashed a lot.

Xie Xuan was smoking, and he grabbed the dragon horn so that he didn't fall from the air, but how could he have the spare strength to chase and kill Lin Yin?

I saw a girl with a light veil and a masked face floating on Feng Han's back, and went north with Lin Yin in the wind and clouds. (83 Chinese Net.)