Chapter 0242: Camp Cry

Looking at the familiar and majestic continuous tents, Yuan Fan's legs were a bit weak. Even if he entered the camp, the sky and earth were covered in rain, and there were only a few hundred people on the other side, with half of them being surrendered soldiers.

The mysterious light flashed past, soaking the cold body in the rain and adding a touch of strength. It was not much, but it gave people a feeling of excitement.

What is this, where fate belongs

Yuan Fan trembled and stabilized his body, but his fear did not diminish. He only transferred to a terrifying man like a ghost or god.

The camp gate official felt a chill in his heart, realizing that there were more footsteps and quickly turned around to look.

Behind them, there were two men who looked like iron towers, with light steps. They looked back coldly under their raincoat, followed by a crowd that silently rushed in.

You guys... "the gatekeeper subconsciously said, suddenly realizing that the patrolling soldiers had disappeared

Smelling a surge of blood in the air, and then looking at the smiling face and icy gaze of this big eared man, the camp gate official instantly felt a bright heart and was about to shout out, "Enemy -"

Puff! "With the long knife, the head flew out and blood splattered.

Kill inside

In the rain curtain, the sound of knives drawn echoed continuously. In inertia, the surrendered soldiers all drew their knives, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard clearly from a distance.

Ah, yes... it's late at night, everyone is tired, "Yuan Fan said nervously, gripping his knife tightly. Several approaching bandits' eyes fell on the white cloth belt on their arms, and in the dense rain curtain, their faces flashed with awakening and fear:" Traitors

Kill! "In the icy rain curtain, as the cries of killing suddenly rang out, people around rushed forward. The attack was so sudden, some even loudly questioned, but the questioning voice quickly disappeared, only angry and fierce screams, the sound of pulling out knives towards each other, screams, uncontrollably expanding... Soon it only turned into a killing sound.

I'm sorry, I just want to survive and live with them... "Yuan Fan pulled out a knife from Pao Ze's body, splattering blood all over his face. He couldn't help but stare at himself intently, silently reciting, as if returning to his own words from that night when he was a thief.

Kill! "Someone is organizing resistance:" As long as you block it, reinforcements will come and destroy

This kind of language is a bit familiar. Accompanied by the trembling sound of a major earthquake, Yuan Fan was pulled away from the main road and instinctively turned back to look outside the camp. The cavalry had already rushed into the camp, only about two hundred riders, but they had turned into an iron current. A slender figure holding a black flag crouched on the horse's back and pulled, and a man named Ye Qing took advantage of the situation to turn over and mount the horse. Under the raging flames of the court was the cold light of his long sword unsheathed.

I saw the fierce triangular arrows of swords, long swords, and long spears reappear, rushing towards the gathering place of the troops. The cavalry closely followed and turned, fearlessly facing the enemy in front. The black torrent trampled over the resisting bodies one by one, with the sound of bones cracking, the muffled sound of flesh grinding into mud, the sound of horses falling, the sound of swords and soldiers fighting, the sound of shouting and killing, the sound of screams... everything was like a reenactment of the tragedy that happened in the first half of the night.

Yuan Fan subconsciously closed his eyes, but this time he didn't feel scared or foolish. Instead, he realized that this group of cavalry was already his teammates, at least for now.

A cavalry officer fell off his horse while charging forward, rolled over, bared his teeth to cover his injured shoulder, and rushed over to Yuan Fan's side. He swung his knife and stared at the white cloth strip on his arm. The blade grazed a few inches in front of his neck and struck a bandit who was about to counterattack Yuan Fan, saying, "What nonsense! Are you going to die

Yuan Fan woke up and realized that on this chaotic battlefield, he had only been slightly stunned for a moment, disconnected from the infantry brigade, and was being treated as a soft persimmon by both officials and thieves. The fear of passing by life and death was only clear tonight, and he realized his situation... There was really no turning back!

He followed the cavalry officers and soldiers and charged forward to kill them. The loess road was somewhat muddy, and the enemies had already been scattered ahead. The cavalry officers and soldiers had excellent martial arts skills, and Yuan Fan was lucky enough to finally catch up with the main force.

Sir, my name is

I'm not interested in knowing from a thief's generation

The rain has stopped, help me, set fire! "Someone shouted ahead, and with just a finger, a small ball of flames flew out and landed inside the tent.

Upon seeing that the rain had indeed stopped, Yuan Fan rushed up and grabbed a burnt tent cloth, waving it and heading towards other tents.

The sound of killing in the distance grew louder and louder. Yuan Fan lit seven of them in a row, gasping for breath as he looked around. There was thick smoke everywhere, as well as bandits running in panic and shouting frantically. These people even disregarded the enemies they had killed and shouted loudly, which was like a dying scream. In the silent and dark night, they hit their eardrums and nerves, and their eyes straightened, tearing at their clothes.

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

The camp is howling! "The cavalry officers and soldiers shouted joyfully earlier.

The ancient military camps had strict rules and regulations, not to mention shouting loudly, even chatting casually could put one's life in danger. Moreover, the military camps were authentic places of killing, and the military rules had the so-called "17 rules and 54 executions". Soldiers lived in fear and anxiety, and the mental suppression after years can be imagined.

And it was very dark in the army, with officers arbitrarily oppressing soldiers, veterans forming groups to oppress new recruits, and soldiers forming factions to fight openly and secretly. Conflicts accumulated year after year, all suppressed by military discipline bullets. Before the war, everyone's life and death were uncertain, and it was unknown when they would die. At this time, their spirit was on the brink of collapse.

And the bandits were originally just farmers, relying solely on burning, killing, and looting to maintain their sanity. When they were attacked, this camp roar erupted.

The camp is howling, go ahead and attack the inner camp! "Someone shouted the order loudly.

Wearing waterproof cloaks, the official army listened to the orders and continued to charge forward. Also, I was soaking in the rain on the ground like this. Originally, I had the largest number of troops to surrender, but now I feel much less

Did he escape during the chaos or did he die? "Yuan Fan didn't dare to go down, just ran along and lit the fire.

No resistance? "Yuan Fan couldn't believe it. In the charge that was being carried away, he waved his knife several times. Those who were howling in the camp were a bit irrational. When they were killed, some instinctively resisted, while others didn't.

And the official army only cares about advancing, even if someone falls behind.

Yuan Fan couldn't help but turn his head and look, his heart lifted. He saw that the fallen guy had lost his weapon, torn off the white hemp cloth, and some even cried and raised their hands, saying, "Don't take action, our own people

Pooh - this person's head fell off.

The several still conscious bandits who were hanging around found the courage to fight and chop off their heads, cursing, "Who are your own people

This head belongs to me, don't compete with me

These few people were killed in an instant.

Yuan Fan remained silent and did not look back. His footsteps instinctively quickened.

A shout from the front of the team: "Get closer, don't scatter, don't be obsessed with battle, move forward to survive

Move forward... you can survive

Many surrendered soldiers, like Yuan Fan, have nothing left in their minds. In the overall atmosphere, they charge forward, charge forward, instinctively wield their knives to kill and continue to set fire.

Along the way, except for the mud, only the sound of swords and soldiers striking each other reminded resistance, until the steep walls of the inner fortress appeared in sight. Faced with the tightly closed wooden door, the walls were filled with bandits and cold arrows... Yuan Fan regained some consciousness.

Even if we rush here, it's already the end

Deception?

It is impossible to open it at night without the command of the commander-in-chief, let alone at this time when everyone knows it is an enemy attack.

Strong attack?

This inner fortress was specially set up by General Cheng to guard against the surprise attack of the official army after Zhang He taught him a lesson last time. The personal guards are guarded, elite and well-organized, with no shortage of powerful crossbows that are difficult to chew like turtles. It is easy to defend for a few moments, and there are several miles of battalions around. As long as they wake up, reinforcements will come one after another.

Ye Qing took the lead and sneered, "You reacted quickly

The distance was only a hundred meters, and it was time. Ye Qing no longer saved his magic. A white light flashed in his hand and blessed the group of archers. One by one, they tacitly turned over and dismounted. The waterproof cloak was lifted, and the bowstring creaked open, instantly sending arrows down like rain.

These are fifteen carefully selected marksmen from the sergeants, familiar with this spell coordination. Their long arrows penetrate the dense rain curtain, weaving into a finer rain of arrows, instantly shooting down more than ten enemies, almost all of whom fail!

Even though they are elite bandits, they have never seen such killing efficiency before, and suddenly exclaimed, "They are divine marksmen

A man's voice sounded inside: "Hide behind the oar shield, don't expose yourself! There aren't many of them! Wait for the rain to soak and loosen the bowstring

With a wave of Ye Qing's hand, another white light flashed. All the shooters instinctively turned their ears and then followed the sound, throwing arrows straight behind the wall. People exclaimed in shock, "The general is injured

What are you shouting about! I'm not dead yet! "The voice roared loudly, full of energy but changing direction, showing fear of the arrow rain.

Ye Qing felt a little regretful and pointed his long sword straight at him, "Charge forward for me, surrender your troops in front, and those who retreat recklessly will be executed without mercy

The sound of shouting and killing rang out. The wall was actually not high, only about a zhang, and two people could climb up when stacked together. With the suppression of the Sagittarius group, they could easily rush in

Dong Dong——

The sound of war drums suddenly echoed behind the wall, shaking people's hearts with a thud, thud, thud.

This is... calling on the generals!

Ye Qing tilted his head and listened, only to see the bandit commander Cheng Zhiyuan wearing his hair and beating drums, not forgetting to issue orders to organize and defend the city. Various official made weapons and equipment were operating behind the walls, with canopies opened, oars and shields raised, oil pots, oak wood, and large yellow crossbows

At the moment when the surrendering army was driven to climb the wall with cannon fodder, the inner fortress transformed from a turtle to a hedgehog. From time to time, various attacks fell, and even the sergeant archer could not suppress them all. Screams of agony echoed in the cannon fodder under the camp wall, and they retreated, then stepped forward again under the blade of the commander's team.

The situation of ants attacking the city was the most brutal, and it was the same for both sides. Everyone could see the commander's determination to defend, and it was clear that he wanted to delay the attack. As long as the main camp woke up from the howling, just a few hundred people could swarm up and kill them.

The surrendered soldiers are no longer useful... Their fighting spirit is not strong, and they have been soaked in the rain for too long, resulting in a significant decline in their physical strength

Ye Qing is the most sensitive to the changes in the situation, and at this moment, he angrily cursed, "Is this the level of bandits? Those outer camps are still normal, and the soldiers in this inner camp are equivalent to the elite officers and soldiers on Earth. The difficulty of the first level of wild monsters is so great that they will definitely kill people