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Chapter 87 - [Night Attack on the Enemy Camp]

The starry sky is miao, the night wind is gusting, and in the Xixia camp, only a few of the more than 2,000 guards are patrolling, and the rest are all sleeping soundly.

At this time, the figure on the edge of the camp trembled, and Murong Fu had already arrived with people.

With a slight gesture, he quickly pointed out the path, rushed first, and raised his sword to enter the camp. Everyone followed behind him, Fang La, Baoguang Dragon King and others with higher martial arts were naturally close behind him, only Pang Wanchun and other banner masters lagged behind slightly, in order to lead ordinary disciples to form a formation to kill the enemy.

With Murong Fu rushing in front of him to kill all martial arts masters, how could ordinary Western Xia soldiers resist, not to mention that only a few soldiers were patrolling at this time, and the others were still sleeping.

Everyone entered, and suddenly it was like a tiger entering a flock. I heard a terrible scream, and people were rolling on the ground, but wherever they passed, the patrolling Xixia soldiers "plopped" and fell to the ground.

Those soldiers who were still asleep were even more miserable, and they were directly set on fire by Pang Wanchun, who came later, and most of them died in the fire.

Everyone rushed to kill, invincible, and the sound was also very loud.

In just a moment, the Western Xia soldiers had already noticed that someone was attacking the camp, the horn sounded suddenly, the big drum sounded, and there were young generals who organized men and horses to resist.

However, the Western Xia soldiers organized their men in a panic, how could they outpace Murong Fu and the others. As soon as the news reached Helian Tieshu's main tent, Murong Fu and the others had already attacked a place not far from the main tent.

Helian Tieshu was awakened in his sleep, only to hear a soldier rush in and report: "General, the big thing is not good, someone is attacking the camp at night, and they are about to kill here, you quickly flee with us." ”

Helian Tieshu was ignorant, sleepy-eyed, shocked when he heard it, and his complexion changed greatly. It was also he who was a general on the battlefield, and he was not alarmed, but quite decisive, and hurriedly got up with a grunt, and rushed out in his nightgown, shouting: "Don't panic, panic, hurry up and beat the trumpet, and kill the enemy with me, who is so bold? ”

In the sleeping tent hung Helian Tieshu's weapon, a nine-foot spear, which he lifted and hurriedly rushed out of the tent.

Who thought that he had just walked out of the tent, and before he could shake his spear, he saw a ghostly figure fly over, and a bright sword slashed straight at his head.

There was a fire in front of the tent, and you could just see the faces of the people who came. Helian Tieshu was shocked when he saw this, and shouted: "Murong Fu, it's you, what do you want, if you dare to kill the general, you will have a feud with the Western Xia Kingdom, your Murong family is the Central Plains Wang Clan, can you fight my Western Xia Kingdom?"

In the roar, the spear was picked up and went to meet Murong Fu's sword.

"That's a lot of, can it scare me?......"

Murong Fu snorted coldly, and the sword directly cut the iron spear forward, still slashing at the opponent's head.

With a "snort", Helian Tieshu directly cut off his head, Murong Fu lifted the head with his left hand, slammed Lao Gao, shouted loudly, and Lang Lang shouted: "Helian Tieshu is dead, the brothers of the Ming Sect will kill me quickly, kill all these Western Xia Tartars." ”

Murong Fu said this, one is to boost his own morale, and the other is to hit the enemy's fighting spirit.

Sure enough, it worked, and in a moment, the murderous aura of the Ming Sect people boiled even more, rising like a mountain, overwhelmingly crushing the Western Xia soldiers.

Murong Fu took the lead in rushing and killing, whirring sword light flying, like a wheel rolling, rolling wherever it goes, there is blood and water spilling, and corpses accumulating.

Most of the poor Western Xia soldiers had just woken up from their deep sleep, and many of them were killed or burned to death in their tents before they even had time to put on their armor. The defeat was overturned, and there was no doubt that it pressed on the Western Xia people.

The frenzied slashing lasted for a long time, and by the time the sky was gray, the Ming Sect had already won a great victory.

However, after all, there were few people, but they failed to kill the Western Xia soldiers, and a team of several hundred people escaped from the north, throwing away their armor and covering the ground.

Murong Fu was about to give orders to chase and kill, but Fang La looked at his exhaustion and admonished: "Sect Master, just flee, I see that all the brothers can't be killed, just let them go! ”

Murong Fu knew that he must not let go of the enemy, otherwise if the other party joined up with the thousands of Western Xia soldiers on the top of the light, his own side would be in danger, even if he occupied the camp, it would be useless, and shouted: "Whoever said, kill the enemy to the end, how can you make people escape, you think I am the sect leader, you should listen to my orders, whoever dares to disobey, I will kill with a sword." ”

Originally, he was just an outsider, if he wanted to control these Ming Sect disciples, he needed to be strict when he was strict, and Murong Fu didn't give them face at all. After the call to the order, the people did not dare to disobey and continued to follow him to chase and kill the deserters.

Murong Fu knew that everyone's strength was low, and most of them were unable to continue to rush and kill because of exhaustion, but when he saw them following and killing, although they walked slowly, he no longer shouted, and only one person struggled to fly away, charging into the deserter array to kill the enemy.

Looking behind him, the only ones who could keep up with the pace was only a few people such as the scattered people and the flag bearers. Among them, Pang Wanchun is the most powerful, he is strong, so that a halberd iron fork, killing the enemy fiercely, the whole body flows the style of a general, this kind of turbulent killing power, is the innate power, not the same as martial arts cultivation.

Murong Fu secretly praised it, and said in his heart: "This person is mighty, he really has the talent of a general, and he will definitely be a strong general with me in the future, but he must be trained and promoted well." ”

Thinking about it, he shouted from afar: "Pang Qizhi, you are so powerful, you are really admired by Murong Fu, just be a flag leader, you are really condescending, and when you can do this, you will be promoted." ”

Pang Wanchun listened to his heart, but he felt that he didn't follow the wrong person, he killed the enemy more fiercely, and he was stirring up the animation halberd and iron fork to kill, how could there be two people.

Flying to chase and kill the enemy soldiers, killing the enemy from a long distance, Murong Fu's flame sword strength and six-vein sword qi immediately showed an advantage, and if he shot within a hundred steps, no one could dodge, it was a one-move kill.

But seeing Murong Fu's palm and finger sacrificed, the sword shuttled back and forth vigorously, killing the deserters and horses tragically, the corpses were all across the mountain, and the loess and barren grass on the ground were all covered with blood, and they were bewitching red.

When it was dark, the morning sun rose from the east and hung on the mountain beam, and all the deserters were finally killed, and none of them escaped.

At this moment, everyone in the Ming Sect was already too tired to do anything, and they all sat on the ground to rest, but everyone laughed heartily, so happy.

Murong Fu's internal skills are profound, and he naturally didn't feel it difficult to snipe these ordinary Western Xia soldiers, and after a moment of cross-legging, he became energetic again. Now that he has won a big victory, he has even more stimulated his fighting spirit, and he just wants to annihilate all the Western Xia soldiers, so he slowly stood up and began to issue another order.

"Brothers, I know that everyone is tired, but whether you can completely annihilate the Western Xia Tartars depends on today, you are willing to fight with me again. ”

"Ah! Sect Master, we have to fight again! We have won a big victory, and we have had enough evil spirits, so let's retreat first! In the future, we will find the bad luck of the Western Xia Tartars. ”

Zheng Biao was the first to shout, although he was the strength of the first innate territory, he couldn't resist being tired, and soon many ordinary disciples shouted, saying: "Sect Master, I can't fight anymore, so let's retreat!"

The rest of the Baoguang Dragon King and the others also complained bitterly and also asked to retreat.

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