Behind Zhao Xiaole, the imperial guards also followed with long swords in their hands.
Launch a raid in the mountains.
Not only is the horse's role insignificant, but it also easily exposes its position.
Leading the 600 imperial guardsmen to fight up the path will make it even less likely to be noticed by the enemy.
Zhao Xiaole led everyone to the bottom of a cliff.
The cliffs are steep and precipitous.
Above is the camp of Wanjia's private army.
Zhao Xiaole waved his hand.
The row of forest guards behind them took out their hook locks, threw them towards the cliff, and grabbed hold of the rocks or trees above.
He reached out and tugged.
After finding it firm.
One by one, the guards began to climb up.
About halfway up.
Zhao Xiaole also stepped forward, grabbed a rope, and gently tilted his body upwards, climbing up quickly like a swift.
He kept surpassing other climbers and his speed was astonishing.
After a few moments, the figure disappeared.
When I looked again, I had already reached the top of the cliff.
The Imperial Guards below were all dumbfounded.
You...don't you feel that being a eunuch is too unfair to you?
If you have good skills, what can't you do?
I just want to be a person without birds.
What can I do if I just cry to heaven?
Someone whispered: "Is it because the prince has no birds that he is so fast? After all, the weight has been reduced!"
"How about you try it too?"
The man shook his head quickly.
Not long after, people from behind also came up one after another.
Zhao Xiaole did not wait for them.
The cliff is close to the enemy's camp and just behind the enemy.
When everyone comes up, the enemy will definitely notice.
As soon as Zhao Xiaole came up, he put on a golden mask, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and said: "Come with me and two."
"Others are waiting to open the door."
There is a small door behind the camp, and Zhao Xiaole plans to lead someone to open it.
He ordered four good hands and used the shade of the trees to sneak through.
There is a tall watchtower above the camp.
There is a private soldier taking a nap on the tower.
His task is to look out at the cliff behind him.
Standard sinecure.
Private soldiers with connections can get into this position where they can doze off in the middle of the night.
After I arrived at my job, I slept every day.
No one cares.
The reason is naturally that the last time someone attacked from behind the cliff was a hundred years ago.
Recently, an order was issued from above.
Soldiers at all positions are required to be on standby.
The soldier responsible for watching over the cliff has no change in his mission.
Still sleeping.
Just in case, Zhao Xiaole left a good shooter behind. Once he found the sentry upstairs waking up, he would shoot him to death.
Then, he led the people close to the small gate of the camp.
There is a chain as thick as an arm on the door, which is firmly locked.
Breaking open the chains takes too much time.
It is better to break open the wooden door to save trouble.
Zhao Xiaole touched it with his hand and found that the wooden door was made of sandalwood, so he could break it open.
I was just worried about alerting the sentries above.
A guard pointed to the camp wall next to him.
The bottom of the camp wall is made of stone, and the top is built with wooden piles.
For some reason, there is a section of the camp wall that is not built with stones, but is instead built with tight wooden piles.
Zhao Xiaole waved his hand and motioned for several people to step back.
He held a long sword in his hand and slowly circulated his internal power. He unfolded the Yan Mo Sword Technique and slashed at the wooden pile with one strike.
Another touch up.
After beheading, several forest guards stepped forward, moved the wooden stakes, and tried to move them.
In just a few moments, the stakes were removed.
The light shines out of the camp.
There was no movement inside.
Several people successively took down several wooden stakes nearby.
There was a gap in the camp wall for two people to enter.
Zhao Xiaole walked in first with a knife.
The imperial guards at the cliff also received the signal and rushed over one after another.
When there are many people, the sound naturally becomes noisy.
The sentry on the watchtower was sleeping soundly.
He seemed to notice something in his dream.
I opened my eyes half asleep.
I found a figure wearing a golden mask walking out from behind the camp wall, followed by several Jingyang soldiers.
The sentry didn't take it seriously and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.
I want to continue my dream.
After a while, he finally sensed something was wrong.
Why did Jingyang soldiers appear inside the camp?
He opened his eyes suddenly and looked.
It's Jingyang Bing.
One, two, three...
In the distance, there are many Jingyang soldiers running towards them.
He was scared.
In panic, he found the whistle that was close to his chest, put it in his mouth and was about to blow it.
The sound just got louder.
Whoosh!
A sharper sound broke through the air, and a swift arrow hit his chest like a shadow.
Pass through the chest.
He felt a pain in his chest.
There is no strength in my throat.
Shaked.
He and his whistle fell down on the watchtower.
His eyes were tightly open.
Underneath his frightened face, a figure in a golden mask walked past the watchtower. He fetched a torch from somewhere and slowly lit the tent in front of him.
The flame gradually grew stronger.
Soon, the flames engulfed the tent and set the camp on fire.
Noisy sounds, panicked sounds, and shouts of death filled the camp.
Many private soldiers were sleeping without any clothes on. They were awakened by the flames and hurriedly ran out of the tents.
Outside, the fire was raging.
Arrows are flying all over the sky.
Some were shot by the imperial guards, and some were shot by private soldiers standing guard. Many panicked soldiers were inexplicably killed by flying arrows.
Some private soldiers woke up early, called to their companions, simply put on their clothes, took out their weapons and rushed out of the tent.
What came face to face was a devil-like figure.
He wears a strange golden mask and kills people like chopping melons and vegetables. No one is his enemy.
His sword skills are strange and strange.
The blade seemed to be filled with fierce flames.
He killed people and killed them at will.
Like an evil ghost walking out of hell.
Buzz~!
The masked man looked up at him. The private soldier who was dazed in the sea of fire seemed to have been struck by lightning. He ran away without thinking.
puff!
A weapon flew from behind and pierced him alive.
The private soldiers lost the strength to rush forward and fell to the ground.
He smelled the earth, mixed with the burning smell of burning tents.
Waves of familiarity came over me.
He felt that he missed it extremely.
Suddenly I want to cherish everything in front of me.
Reality is so far away from him.
The smell of earth is fading away.
Gradually, he couldn't smell it no matter how hard he tried.
He knew he was going to die.
After a moment of trance, everything disappeared.
Including consciousness.
Twenty thousand private troops were stationed in the camp.
They haven't experienced actual combat in a long time.
Compared with the imperial guards who are good at conquering and fighting, they are like children.
The camp was full of guardsmen.
There are private soldiers fleeing everywhere.
Zhao Xiaole and the others did not need any tactics or orders. The Imperial Guards had already gone crazy.
By the time they fought until dawn, the camp had already been destroyed by flames.
After counting, except for those who fled down the mountain, there were no remaining private soldiers in the camp.