At the Qing army camp, Artai was sitting in the Chinese army tent, with a tired look on his face and bloodshot eyes.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep for two days.
"General, please rest early!"
The commander of Atai's personal bodyguards is a master specially mobilized by Huang Taiji. He is an innate warrior and is extremely good at fighting with masters. He is born to be a bodyguard.
Artai rubbed his forehead and said tiredly: "There is so much noise outside, how can you let me sleep?
You have also seen the strength of that couple. Even powerful weapons like crossbows and crossbows can't do anything to them. If they come to steal the camp at night, our entire camp will be blown up! "
Bombing a camp is definitely every commander's nightmare. It is more terrifying than losing a battle on the battlefield.
The soldiers who were awakened from their sleep were not yet conscious. When they heard the shouts of killing from all over the camp, their survival instinct would drive them to hack all the people around them to death.
In the chaos of the night, it was impossible to tell whether he was an enemy or a friend. No matter who he was, he had to be hacked to death first.
If the coach fails to control the situation in time, an army of hundreds of thousands, let alone tens of thousands, may collapse overnight due to cannibalism.
"General, you are overly worried. In my opinion, those masters are on the same level as the national master. They have their own dignity and arrogance, so how can they do anything to steal the camp?"
The commander of the soldiers comforted him: "The purpose of those two people is nothing more than to tire out my army, and then disperse us in one fell swoop on the frontal battlefield, in order to become famous all over the world.
General, you can rest peacefully. It took a while, but when the imperial army and the national army arrived, those two people would be unable to fly! "
Artai breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "Then you go to sleep for a while. If you have any problems, wake me up in time!"
As he spoke, he lay down on the wooden bed and prepared to take a nap first. Due to the severe lack of sleep, his brain had begun to become sluggish and he even felt dizzy.
But just as he lay down, he heard shouts and fighting coming from the military camp, accompanied by the sound of crossbows and muskets and the clash of swords.
"what happens?"
Artai stood up in panic. Outside the tent, a messenger rushed over and said in panic: "General, it's bad, someone sneaked into the camp and assassinated many of us. Many brothers had their necks broken in their sleep!
Now everyone in the forward camp is like a frightened bird. They are killing everyone with weapons and have already blown up the camp! "
Artai was furious and grabbed the pro-military commander by the collar, "Is this what you call the dignity of a master?"
The pro-military commander was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
You ask me, who am I asking?
I have lived for decades, and this is the first time I have encountered this situation, okay?
They are so powerful that they are almost invincible, but they still assassinate ordinary soldiers without any shame. Damn it, I have never seen such a person in half my life!
Artai reluctantly let go of his hand and ordered: "Send the order, the soldiers and horses of the Chinese army camp will set off immediately and control the forward camp as soon as possible!"
Standing outside the camp, looking at the dark night, Artest was exhausted both mentally and physically.
It seems that I don’t want to sleep again tonight!
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In the next few days, Song Xuan and others carried out Lao Liu's style to the extreme.
When the Qing army started to attack, he and his men fled immediately. When your squadron returned to camp, he stuck to you like a dog-skin plaster.
The beating of gongs, drums, music and music during the day is very lively, but it doesn't let you sleep peacefully.
At night, he sneaked into the military camp to carry out assassinations. He was not greedy. He killed hundreds of people and then fled immediately, without giving the opponent a chance to be surrounded by the army.
After five or six days of fighting, the Qing soldiers, who were extremely sleepy and insecure, finally collapsed completely after Song Xuan's new round of assassinations, especially after he slashed out several sword energy in the camp.
This time the bombing of the camp spread to the Chinese army camp. If you look at it from a high place, you can see that the Qing army camp, which stretches for more than ten miles, is full of fire and fighting.
The Qing soldiers, who had just been awakened from their sleep and were not even wearing armor, were like mad dogs, carrying knives and slashing at everyone in order to vent their fear and despair.
Qing army camp, numerous casualties in the forward camp, Song Xuan
Holding the Pure Yang Infinity Sword in hand, he walked in as if strolling in a garden.
After so long, it’s finally time to harvest!
Yao Yue did not go in and stayed outside the camp to protect him.
She knew what her husband was going to do, that he needed to kill to temper the Flower of God. At this time, she just needed to be a good housekeeper and stabilize the external environment.
As for the killings in the military camp, she didn't need to worry about it. A completely collapsed military camp is easier to kill than tens of thousands of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
This killing lasted from dusk to dawn.
In order to experience the ultimate killing, Song Xuan even did not dodge after killing, and just let the blood splash on his body to stimulate his own spirit.
Wails, screams, prayers, despair, and all kinds of negative emotions coming from the Qing army can become nourishment for him to temper his spirit.
When he ended the killing with Artest's head covered in blood, the sky was already bright, and the overwhelming aura of killing spread out from his body, and even the invitation subconsciously took a step back.
As for Fatty Toutuo and others, they were far away and did not dare to come forward. They had a feeling that Song Xuan was in a very special state at this moment, and one look could kill them.
After casually throwing Atai's head on the ground, Song Xuan glanced at Yao Yue expressionlessly.
"Defend me!"
Yaoyue nodded solemnly, "Okay!"
Song Xuan didn't say any more, he just sat cross-legged on the ground, and Chunyang Wuji Boy's Kung Fu, a celestial and human-level technique, began to operate at high speed.
With the overwhelming killing energy, he began to temper his spiritual will.
Yaoyue held the scabbard in her left hand and the hilt in her right hand. She stood in front of Song Xuan like a sculpture, with a cold light in her eyes.
At this moment, she had no words, but everyone knew that whoever dared to step forward would definitely die!
Fat and Thin Toutuo and others retreated far away. Fat Toutuo began to cook roasted whole lamb, while Thin Toutuo ordered people to collect wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains. The young master has been busy all night, and he will definitely have a good meal after practicing. .
As a qualified cook, no matter whether the host needs to eat or not, it is always right to prepare it in advance.
"It's really unimaginable that a camp of tens of thousands of elite soldiers was really destroyed by the Young Master alone!"
Xiaopang murmured in a low voice while roasting meat.
Fat Toutuo's tall and thin figure was bent over while fiddling with charcoal, and he said enviously: "One person can destroy an entire army, and a martial arts master can only do this, right?
Little Fatty, don’t forget each other even if you are rich and noble. When you get rich in the future, remember to give me a hand! "
Xiaopang patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Don't say that brother didn't remind you that our martial arts qualifications are limited and there is no future in the world.
Take my advice and hurry up and learn a craft.
In the past few days, I have discovered that the young master seems to have a special liking for sweet-scented osmanthus cake. For you, this may be a way out! "
