Under the dark sky, the outlines of two watchtowers appeared.
With such a high position and no shelter around it, the tower is almost surrounded by silver icicles.
Watching at night was a hard job. The three Qiang soldiers huddled in their robes and kept walking around in the limited space at the top of the tower to relieve their legs and feet that were numb and stiff from the cold wind. They did not know that danger was approaching.
Outside the fence between the two watchtowers, Yan Yun led six powerful archers to crawl. After reaching the center, the archers divided into groups of three and circled to both sides.
Yan Yun stayed there alone, carefully took off the quiver on his back, and then used the quiver as a pillow and lay down with the tail feathers of the arrows facing to the right so that he could quickly take them out in an emergency.
He lay on his back, shrugged his shoulders, made himself as comfortable and relaxed as possible, looked around, then took out the bow and arrow and drew it fully in front of him, accumulating power to fire.
The night owl's call came again in the howling wind, which was the signal to take action!
Immediately, there were several thin sounds from the left and right sides. It was the bowstring trembling!
Yan Yun instantly stood up from his knees, his eyes wide open with anger, and he raised his arms and pointed directly at the watchtower on the left.
Two of the three Qiang soldiers had arrows piercing their throats and collapsed on the floor. Another one had an arrow in his back and fell half-body on the edge of the railing.
Yan Yun immediately turned the arrow and pointed directly at the observation tower on the right. What he saw was similar to the situation on the left.
At this moment, Yan Yun suddenly turned to the left again, and the cloud-piercing arrow shot out of the air!
Just now, the body of the Qiang soldier half hanging on the railing slid downwards, probably due to the strong wind or its own weight. Once it fell from a high place, it would definitely make a loud noise.
The arrow penetrated the Qiang soldier's head and was nailed to the railing along with his helmet.
Yan Yun looked around intently and walked towards the fence with his waist bent.
Behind him, a group of Dayu sergeants climbed up from their hiding place and quickly gathered here.
The fence is thicker than the mouth of the bowl. Usually, a special wood saw is used to cut it in the shortest time and create a passage.
This process takes a long time and is easily discovered by the enemy.
Yan Yun did not hesitate at all and drew the Qingfeng Sword from his waist.
Although Di You returned the sword with a purpose in mind and left a deep scar in Yan Yun's heart, it has to be said that she came at just the right time to really help him in times of need!
The Yanyun Sword was used as a saw, pulling back and forth against the wooden fence. In just three back and forth movements, the fence as thick as a bowl was cut into two pieces. The whole process was almost silent.
Yan Yun was overjoyed. With the help of the sergeants who caught up, he quickly cut off three wooden fences and opened an opening that allowed people to come in and out at will.
The sergeants filed in, and two centurions each led a team of men. They disguised themselves as night patrols according to the plan, and walked toward the depths of the camp, one on the left and the other on the right.
Yan Yun ordered the sergeants to re-erect the severed fence. Even if the real Qiang night patrol team came here, they would not be able to find such a big flaw in the peripheral defense unless they walked in and took a closer look.
Then, Yan Yun led a group of soldiers straight through the center and blended into the camp area.
Accompanied by the thunderous snores in the camps on the left and right, the group quickly penetrated dozens of feet into the enemy camp without encountering any obstacles. There was no unusual movement coming from the direction of the other two teams.
During this period, a Qiang sergeant got up to urinate. He glanced at them and did not have any overreaction. After finishing, he hurriedly ran into the camp.
The Qiang camps were divided into sections, with the distance between sections wider, just like the word "tian". Each section was under the jurisdiction of a different general.
When Yanyun finished the first section and was about to enter the second section, a Qiang night patrol came towards him.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense!
Many of the Dayu sergeants subconsciously put their hands on the handle of the knife and held it hard.
Yan Yun said nothing and walked towards the Qiang night patrol without squinting.
Seeing that the two teams were getting closer and closer, and when they were only a few feet away from colliding head-on, Yan Yun suddenly pulled out his scimitar and put his hands on the back of his head.
Yan Yun's appearance of using a knife instead of a pillow is both arrogant and domineering. In addition, the bloodstains on his military uniform make him look like a "military ruffian" who has experienced hundreds of battles.
The team leader on the opposite side was startled and quickly stepped aside to clear the road in the middle.
The "leader" who led the team gave in. How could the rest of the soldiers dare to fight against Yan Yun? They were almost crowded together and tried their best to make way for the "big man" Yan Yun and his team.
Yan Yun did his part, without even looking at the other party, and just walked past the fifty-man team in such a swagger.
Sergeant Dayu breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the Qiang soldiers were not aware of it. After this process, it was like a baptism. While they admired Yan Yun so much, they also became more courageous.
It wasn't until Yan Yun and the others were far away that someone in the Qiang night patrol started talking in a low voice to show that they would not admit defeat.
"Which general is this? How arrogant!"
"Whatever, if we attack Longtou Pass, we have to fight back the corpse..."
The leader of the night patrol was suppressed by Yan Yun in terms of momentum. His face turned blue and white for a long time, and he shouted "Let's go" after a long while.
In this way, Yan Yun led the team through three sections in a short period of time, and had completely penetrated into the enemy camp.
During this period, we encountered several Qiang night patrol teams, and as before, there were no near misses.
At this time, a bright light appeared in front of him, like light pouring from the ground, dyeing the dark sky red.
Under the vague light curtain, the outline of the watchtower appeared. The flags on the top of the tower were fluttering, which was extremely conspicuous. That was probably the location of the Chinese army.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Yan Yun's lips, with a twinkle in his eyebrows. He took off the scimitar from the back of his head, put it on his shoulder, and accelerated his pace at the same time.
The crunching and tidy sound of treading on the snow is like a pre-war snare drum, low and rhythmic.
The snow was flying, and in the densely packed tents, an iron-blooded road was blazed, extending, and then extending...
The strong pre-war aura shrouded this not particularly spacious passage like thick ink that cannot be dissolved.
At this time, the roar of horses suddenly came from the enemy camp on the right wing, shattering the tranquility of the night!
Immediately afterwards, dozens of scattered rockets flew through the sky, and suddenly, the neighing of war horses and the roar of people were entangled in one place.
"The stables are on fire—"
"The enemy robbed the camp..."
The panicked shouts, like thunder on the ground, spread throughout the Qiang camps.
The trumpet sounded and pierced the sky like a burning fire.
According to Yan Yun's plan, their only goal was to blend into the enemy's central army and kill or capture alive the enemy chieftain, the East Wolf King. Apparently Sergeant Dayu on the right wing was discovered by the Qiang people in advance.
Judging from the intensive sound of horse hooves, it should be that the small team on the right wing passed the stables while advancing. What the Qiang people could not detect through naked eyes was discovered by the horses through their breath, which aroused the vigilance of the Qiang soldiers on night patrol.
Therefore, Sergeant Dayu on the right wing had no choice but to burn the stables with rockets and create chaos.
In addition, Sergeant Dayu brought some kerosene to fuel the fire. Although it snowed, the fire took advantage of the wind, and the forage and tents were flammable, so the fire spread quickly.
"General, what should we do?" Behind Yan Yun, a corps commander asked in a low voice.
"Don't panic, just obey my orders." Yan Yun said.
Chaos quickly spread, and from the nearby tent, Qiang soldiers emerged one after another, rubbing their sleepy eyes.
In their panic, some of them wore the wrong clothes and armor, and some were barefoot. They hurriedly took off the swords, guns, swords and halberds stuck at the entrance of the tent, but they were at a loss as to how to react, like headless flies.
With so many Qiang soldiers gathered together, one can imagine the pressure on Yan Yun's team.
On such a cold night, many Dayu sergeants had sweat dripping from their foreheads.
"Get out of the way, don't block the way!" Yan Yun looked livid, shouted loudly, and used all his strength to push away the crowd. However, this method was both labor-intensive and time-consuming, so he simply used the back of his scimitar as a walking stick when he encountered Qiang soldiers blocking the way.
It's just the back of a knife.
The Qiang soldiers didn't know what Yan Yun's route was, and seeing that all the troops on the other side were wearing their own military uniforms, they thought they had received some special order and hurriedly cleared the congested road.
But after all, someone noticed something strange. A Qiang man who looked like a centurion stood in front, with a sullen face and said disdainfully: "The boy leading the team, which general are you under? You are just a centurion like me.
What are you crazy about?"
Yan Yun did not answer, but sneered and walked in quickly. The waist knife on his shoulder turned into a cold light and slashed down!
The Qiang centurion's eyes widened in shock, and he opened his mouth to say something. He didn't even have time to avoid it when a large head was severed from his neck and rolled down onto the trampled muddy snow.
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