It was late at night and in the southern camp, except for Bangzi, there were only the sound of footsteps of patrols.

In this quiet environment, a group of black shadows holding shields emerged and quietly approached the camp of Jubaoshan Qianhu Institute.

Fang Xing was wrapped in a group of malicious generals. These people were worried that he would inform him, so they turned to stare at him.

Zhang Fu and Mu Sheng looked at the soldiers who were approaching the outside of the camp and shook their heads.

Mu Sheng lowered his voice and said, "Brother Wenbi, it seems that there is no suspense tonight."

Now the night attacker is less than one hundred meters away from the camp and can rush in with a short assault.

Zhang Fu said nothing, just watching those people have begun to accelerate.

Fang Zheng looked at this scene with a smile, and said to Xin Luo, the commander of the firearm battalion who was walking around, who was limping around him: "Old Xin, we will have fun to watch soon."

Xin Luo felt the wound on his butt jumping and pain, and he hissed, "We can be considered a killing stick."

Once the military camps in this era are touched by the enemy without any precautions, the bombing camp is the minimum, and as long as the enemy takes the opportunity to cover up and kill, a crushing defeat will inevitably be inevitable.

"good!"

Seeing the night attacker start to touch the door in a hidden way, the onlookers burst into a humble voice.

Mu Sheng smiled while stroking his beard. He would not admit that he was happy in his heart - who made the Firearms Camp today unlucky! It would be great to have a back cushion!

Fang Zheng regretted it a little. He felt that his idea was a bit unkind and wanted to go to Fang Xing to apologize after he was finished.

Only Zhang Fu, his expression was calm and his eyes were concentrated at the point that was about to break through.

During the Jiaozhi War, the terrain is often dangerous, so sneak attacks are needed.

And today when he agreed with Fang Zheng and others' ideas, he had already used tonight's night attack as a drill.

As for Fang Xing’s grievances, it would be good if it could be exchanged for future vigilance.

Just when these people had their own thoughts, a sound suddenly sounded in the camp ahead.

“Beebeep!”

"boom!"

After the sharp whistle, more than a dozen large torches were lit up together, illuminating the front of the camp clearly.

"Oops!"

Xin Luo was shocked when he saw the fire rising.

Paralyzed! Are they ready tonight?

Fang Zheng also felt a little tooth pain, but he said confidently: "Old Xin, don't worry, even if he found out, after they got up, our people would have rushed in long ago."

Xin Luo endured the pain on his butt and was about to nod, but saw rows of soldiers walking in from the firelight opposite him.

"Cross!"

"Share the slap!"

The night attackers were less than fifty meters away from rushing in, but this short distance became a natural barrier.

A big man with a ferocious face stood by the side, waved the saber in his hand, and opened his mouth...

“First row…”

Fang Xing kept watching with a reserved look, but when he heard Xin Laoqi's voice, he hurriedly shouted: "Lao Qi, don't shoot!"

Unfortunately, it was too late, and Xin Laoqi's voice had been in her chest for too long.

The knife in his hand swung heavily, Xin Laoqi's neck swelled for a moment, and he roared: "Shit the volley!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

"Smack it..."

The sound of the lead bullet hitting the shield was a bit dull.

"ah!"

"Help!"

Even with the protection of the shield, there were still bullets drilling into the gap and a few screams suddenly came.

Everyone who watched the game was startled, and Zhang Fu hurriedly shouted: "Dehua, ask them to stop!"

Xin Luo and Fang Zheng both looked at the smoke in front of them in amazement until they heard another shout that they were resurrected.

Xin Laoqi looked at the shields contemptuously and shouted: "Grenade ready!"

The first row of soldiers retreated, and the second row of soldiers took out a small porcelain jar from behind the waist, and prepared to use a fuse to ignite the lead.

Fang Xing ran halfway through. Hearing the shout, and then looking at his subordinates' actions, he was sweating profusely and hurriedly shouted: "Lao Qi, stop! The night attack is fake!"

Xin Laoqi hesitated for a moment, but still blew the whistle hard.

"Beebee!"

Two whistles mean the attack cancellation.

As soon as the whistle sounded, all the soldiers took back the fuse, and there was only one fast guy. He looked at the fast-burning lead and was anxious, and threw the grenade towards the training trench.

"boom!"

This ceramic grenade seems inconspicuous, but it is filled with iron nails soaked with various dirt and blacksmith's edges and fragments. Once thrown into the crowd, the effect will be absolutely sour.

Xin Laoqi raised his hand, looked at Fang Xing calmly, and whispered: "Beware!"

"Crash!"

All the muskets were lifted up, ready to wait until Fang woke up, and then aimed at the people in the dark.

"It hurts so much, help me!"

Fang Xing walked past the messy night attack team and saw the three unlucky guys who were hit by their hands and feet. He quickly explained: "The lead bullet is poisonous, and the wound must be cleaned immediately."

After just woke up and entered the camp, Xin Laoqi then let out a long sigh.

Fang Xing saw that the gun was still aiming outside, so he praised: "Yes, I'll give you 100 points tonight! Revoke the alert!"

"Crash!"

Retract the gun, extinguish the fire rope, and organize the number of people. Under the leadership of the servants, the entire team seemed orderly.

Xin Laoqi came over and asked, "Young Master, is this a test?"

Fang Xing called the doctors of the army and asked them to treat the three unlucky guys' wounds.

"Remember, take out the lead bullet first, and disinfect the area where the lead bullet hits, otherwise you will become a fool!"

The doctors under Fang Xing are not the current herbal medicine doctors. They have various medicines provided by Fang Xing after changing the packaging. It is no problem to deal with such gunshot wounds in their hands and feet.

Then Fang Xing said to Xin Laoqi: "Tonight is a night attack drill. Laoqi, you are fighting for me!"

Xin Laoqi smiled and the killing god just now became the stupid Fangjiazhuang village house again.

He thought Fang Xing had been kidnapped just now, so he took people to rush over after several rounds of gunfire.

Three wounded men were carried into the camp, and under the illumination of several torches, the doctor began to deal with the wound.

"Hold on it! It hurts a little."

As he said that, the tweezers in his hand reached into the wound.

"ah……"

A few screams came, Zhang Fu shook his head and said with neither joy nor sorrow: "Okay, let's all part."

Mu Sheng followed him with a little embarrassed look. Before leaving, he glared at Xin Luo, who was beaten with a military stick today.

Damn, both of them have the surname Xin, but the head of the family is actually better than you in governing the army. Why do you have the face to be the commander?

Xin Luo called his personal soldiers, and the other Fang Zheng bowed and said, "Sir Fang, I'll go back first."

Seeing Xin Luo being helped away miserably, Fang Zheng sighed slightly, "That boy Fang Xing has some skills!"
Chapter completed!