"You're right." Baidu He Jinyin said to Yang Baoping, "Fortunately we didn't take action last night, otherwise both sides would suffer."
Yang Baoping rolled his eyes at her: "I told you not to think like this, what's wrong with you?"
Bai Fu said: "Didn't we have nothing to eat before?"
Yang Baoping shook his head: "They are different from Rakshasa - stop talking, he lured people away."
The hundred officers looked at the Rakshasa camp - an angry centurion led more than a hundred people into the wind and snow, and even the tents were in a mess.
Everyone knew the opportunity was coming. Because after more than a hundred people left, the camp leader of this army ran out angrily and shouted loudly and asked what was going on, but no one could answer clearly for a while. So the camp leader chopped off two more heads in anger, and the remaining Rakshasa hurriedly fled in all directions to avoid becoming the next unlucky guy.
"Unsheath the swords and guns." Yang Baoping shouted loudly, "Kill them all!"
More than fifty female soldiers jumped out of their hiding places and rushed toward the enemy camp in a cone formation. They ran in silence at first, until the first Rakshasa who was more than 20 steps away spotted them, and then they let out a high-pitched war cry and beat their armor, as if what was coming was not more than seventy people, but a whole group of people. an army. The Rakshasa soldiers were overwhelmed by this momentum, and their first reaction was to turn around and run away.
But the leader of the Rakshasa Camp was furious. His anger overwhelmed his fear and he needed a way to vent his anger. So he roared, grabbed the long knife on the back of a defeated soldier, and when he pulled it out, he made a long gash on his neck. He shouted orders, but no one except a few around him paid attention, so he launched a countercharge towards the female warrior.
Yang Baoping took action about ten steps away from him, and a bolt of lightning struck the camp leader's head, causing him to stagger and lose sight of his eyes. The sword he held high was unable to cut down for a while. Yang Baoping took the opportunity to jump in front of him and cut the scimitar through the gap in his neck. But the camp leader tilted his head sharply, and the tip of the knife only hit his helmet - Yang Baoping immediately put the knife away and passed him, looking for the next target.
The camp leader angrily turned around to look for his opponent. At this time, the iron spear in Bai Du's hand stabbed into the crook of one of his knees, and the long knife of another soldier stabbed into the crook of his other knee. The Rakshasa camp leader turned around and brandished his machete, intending to kill the attacker, but the third female warrior who passed by him wielded a mace and struck him firmly on his helmet.
Just like that, the charging formation entered the camp, and the leader of the Rakshasa camp lay on the ground. His only achievement was that he stained several knives with his own blood.
This was a devastating surprise battle, and the chaotic Rakshasa was knocked down over a dozen people at the first encounter. Among the rest, some tried to fight with them, and some ran outside the camp. The female warriors who broke into the camp immediately formed two groups, driving the Rakshasa in two directions and killing a dozen more people. At this time, the other surviving Rakshasa centurion finally remembered the lesson learned last time. After leading his people to escape from the camp, he realized that they still had a slight advantage in numbers, so he gathered his defeated troops and planned a counterattack. However, two other ten-man teams ambushing on both sides of the camp came from the rear. The morale that had finally been gathered immediately collapsed like the last time. The two groups of Rakshasa were surrounded in two directions, and they were quickly killed and injured.
Everything happened within two quarters of an hour. Yang Baoping, who was covered in red ice, lifted up his visor and blew out a breath of mist, then counted the casualties - five people died and two were seriously injured.
After inspecting the Rakshasa camp, Deputy Bai was overjoyed: "With hundreds of kilograms of dried meat and these Rakshasa, I don't have to worry about it now."
Yang Baoping laughed loudly: "Okay, leave a team of people to guard here, and the rest will follow me to find the other half!"
More than fifty people immediately pursued Li Bochen in the direction he had left, still maintaining their formation along the way. Yang Baoping originally thought that the more than a hundred Rakshasa would appear at the end of the battle - because Li Bochen could lure them away by himself, there were only two possibilities. One is that he was killed, and the other is that the Rakshasa chased him for a while and realized that this was a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and immediately returned to the camp.
But like now, it's strange that no one has come back for more than two quarters of an hour.
"I hope he is still alive. This man is quite good and can be a good match for you." After receiving the food, Baidu He Jinyin's attitude towards these Li people suddenly became better.
Yang Baoping snorted while running: "I went to see him last night. He was unhappy."
He Jinyin was surprised: "Ah? Why?"
But Yang Baoping didn't answer because they saw the body of a Rakshasa. Lying on the snow, covered with a thin layer of snow, his breastplate was cut in half. It was the incision made by Li Boxen with an extremely sharp magic knife. They planned to determine the direction based on the corpse, but after walking four or five minutes, they found that there was no need at all - corpses were lying on the ground one after another, forming a bloody road.
"What a good knife." He Jinyin said.
"I hope it's not too late," Yang Baoping said.
There were more and more corpses, and after a quarter of an hour, they found forty-five. At first, Rakshasa's death method was basically to cut through the armor with one knife. Gradually it became two or three knife cuts. Then the knife edges began to appear on the neck and face, which seemed to indicate that the person using the knife began to save energy. However, there were only traces of a large group of Rakshasa chasing them along the way, but no obvious signs of fighting. It seemed that Li Bochen was hiding in the dark and killing them one by one.
This discovery surprised everyone, and the faces of Yang Baoping and He Jinyin became serious. They couldn't help but think about what would happen if such a person ambushed them now.
After walking more than two miles and seeing more than 80 corpses, everyone began to hope that Li Boxen would not die - because everyone knew how rare it was to have such a warrior who could almost fight one for a hundred. If he can become an ally or companion, then his value cannot be measured by food.
Finally they saw Li Boxen himself.
Beside a small hill, more than twenty corpses lay scattered on the red snow. Li Bochen, who was covered with a layer of red ice shell, was leaning against a stone, slowly eating the dried meat found from Rakshasa's body, and waving to them.
"You guys were a little slow," he said with a smile, "so I had to kill them all."
Yang Baoping walked over quickly and extended his hand to him without asking him how he did it. Li Bochen held her hand and stood up, the ice on his body falling to the ground. There weren't many scars on his body, and his strong armor withstood almost all damage.
"You can bring as many people as you want." Yang Baoping said loudly, "Now we are partners. As long as we are still in Beiyuan, we will live and die together."
