Although Confucius seemed very confident, everyone was very unconfident in him. After talking for a long time, no one agreed.

"The Red Rabbit plus the sincere way is enough to ensure my safety!"

"If this trip goes well, if I can successfully enter and then come out tonight, even if the actual results are not great, the impact on people's hearts and morale will be extremely far-reaching."

"Li Chuang's foundation is just a 50,000-year-old camp, what's the point?"

"As long as Qiu runs fast enough, as long as Qiu is not surrounded by the army, there is still the ability to take the general's head from it."

Three minutes of the hour

Zilu helped Confucius put on his armor, Zigong helped Confucius put on his helmet and pulled the mask, and Confucius himself stroked the Red Rabbit: "Red Rabbit, Red Rabbit, whether I can go well tonight depends entirely on you!"

As he said that, Confucius began to check his equipment and make final preparations.

"Teacher, there is no problem with the quality of the arrows. The number is 100. They are all specially made feather arrows from the Ministry of Works, which have the effect of breaking armor. However, these arrows are only useful to ordinary people and are not very useful to extraordinary people."

"The extraordinary person reacts very quickly, and the bow in your hand is just a three-stone treasure bow. Unless it is within ten feet, even the small Zhoutian can react in time before the silver feather arrow hits the key. It was originally able to shoot the center of the heart, and one blow was fatal, but after the small Zhoutian dodge, it can only shoot at most the arms and thighs, which are not critical."

"Teacher, why don't you bring some special arrows, and some arrows that specialize in destroying internal qi and blood? There is nothing in the capital." Zilu raised his own doubts.

Confucius touched his long beard and smiled and said, "It's very simple. The teacher is not going to assassinate the king and kill more generals of the rebel army, but just to kill more old camps."

"Most of those old camps were the original guards and border troops of the court. To be honest, their strength was not strong. There were many reasons why they could live forever in the past. The court generals adopted bandits and respected themselves; natural disasters and man-made disasters continued, and the people were living in poverty, and more and more disaster victims were affected; the court had problems with the strategy of suppressing bandits; the court's strategy of suppressing bandits changed year by year, and the general manager changed the last time; the court did not have so much food to support the people..."

"So, the crusade army looks huge, but its real foundation is the weakest. Even if the court has declined to its present level, its real strength is still above the crusade army."

"For these old camps, I don't need to use better strong bows and better arrows at all, that's a waste. Moreover, this is the first time to implement this method tonight, and I don't know how effective it is."

After a while, Confucius looked at the sky and rode on the Red Rabbit: "Everyone, I'm going!"

The red rabbit exerted a little force, and Confucius and the red rabbit crossed the ten-foot-high wall of the capital. Under the witness of many thoughtful people, they came outside the city.

...

The camp of the rebel army stretched for hundreds of miles.

A land of hundreds of miles does not sound very large, but in fact the total area is as high as thousands of square kilometers. Is such a large territory a lot of 400,000 or 500,000 people?

not much!

There are really not many!

Therefore, the 400,000 or 500,000 people were a large camp. In the camp, a medium-sized camp was set up for every 10 to 30 people, and there was a tent for every tent, just like the Datong pavilion, and people fell asleep in crowds.

The old camp has ten people and one tent, and the cannon fodder is thirty people and one tent.

The tent is not big. In an extremely narrow space, thirty old men slept together. The smell of sweat, feet and some special smells gathered in this small tent.

How do you feel when sleeping in it? You know without asking!

Therefore, such cannon fodder is extremely easy to explode.

Sometimes, even if there is no foreign invasion, it may be just a militia who accidentally had a nightmare and screamed. The people in the entire tent thought that foreign enemies were invading, so they picked up a knife and chopped them at the side. It has happened more than once or twice.

Therefore, in order to prevent the cannon fodders from affecting the old camp when they bombed the camp, the old camp has always been separated from the cannon fodders and is not in the same camp.

This is usually good, but tonight it provided great convenience to Confucius. A total of twenty or thirty miles along the way were not discovered.

It was not until I arrived near the old camp that Confucius checked it several times before he confirmed that this was really not a trap, it was too bad to break into the army!

However, Confucius is now in a high position and is in the hope of the world. He knows that his life is no longer just his life, so he is still very cautious and not too impulsive.

He first seriously recalled the camp he passed by when he came, and after he determined a way to retreat, he slowly pulled out the treasure bow.

After all, it is an old camp, and there are many secret whistles near the camp. Even Confucius cannot continue to move forward without being discovered.

However, there is no need.

Draw the bow!

Take an arrow!

shoot!

call out!

Oh!

Confucius did not check the results of the battle. He was like a robot who had already set up the program, constantly repeating the previous process.

Draw the bow!

Take an arrow!

shoot!

ah!

Draw the bow...

ah!

The whole process was as smooth as the flowing water. Confucius shot an arrow every two seconds on average. When he shot someone for the second time, his screams before his death finally alarmed the others.

When he shot the arrow for the fifth time, the soldiers in charge of guarding sounded the horn in their mouths. The camp in front of him, which was home to more than 10,000 people, suddenly became lively!

When Confucius shot arrows for the tenth time, the first group of soldiers who came to encircle him finally appeared. He glanced at them. There were only twenty or thirty people, and Confucius continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows.

When Confucius shot the fifteenth arrow, twenty or thirty people were approaching Confucius. Confucius gently patted the red rabbit, and the red rabbit moved its hooves. The next moment, Confucius appeared a hundred meters away.

Draw the bow!

Take an arrow!

shoot!

When Confucius shot the fiftieth arrow, there were crowds of people in the camp. Some of the relatively fast elites of the old camp had already walked out of the tent with their weapons and began to line up.

However, there was no order from the central army's tent, so they could only wait.

After Confucius shot the 100 feather arrows he carried today, only two hundred seconds passed before Confucius shot the first arrow, not more than one second, not more than one second.

At this moment, the heads of the Wan Lao Battalion had just gathered in the central army's tent, some of whom were confused and had no idea what was going on.

Taking advantage of the night, Confucius rode the red rabbit and left directly.

I left quietly, just as I came quietly.
Chapter completed!