The dark night was instantly illuminated by a few beams of firelight.
Then Lao Huang, who was next to him, quickly patted Li Changan on the shoulder, called Wang Erma and Yang Erbang, and said in a low voice,
"Follow me!"
Li Changan was stunned for a moment. This was his first time encountering such a night attack on the battlefield. He quickly followed suit, lowering his head and following behind Lao Huang.
Lao Huang didn't light a torch, and the four of them walked quickly in the darkness.
Just a few torches can only illuminate the darkness within a radius of one or two feet.
Li Changan looked around. The reserve army was in a panic, and he could barely make out the moving figures.
"We will bring Da Xu and Xiao Xu back later, and try not to take action in other situations." Lao Huang's voice, which he tried to keep down, sounded in Li Changan's ears.
"Old Huang, let's not hit the bandit's knife edge." Wang Erma said softly and urgently.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you see that I was running around the sound?" Lao Huang cursed in a low voice, "Follow me, don't let those bandits disperse."
In the darkness, roars and screams began to appear.
The clanking sound of swords clashing, and the sound of the blade getting stuck on the bone, reached my ears intermittently.
The fire light was swaying, and they were fighting together before they could even see the figures clearly.
A reserve army of a hundred people has varying strengths, and does not even have the most basic battle formation training.
Most people could only try their best to slash with the standard long knives they were issued.
What cooperates with the cover can only stay in the mind.
In reality, it would be good if you don't get hacked to death by your own people in the dark.
Lao Huang was leading the way, suddenly stopped and waved his palms four times.
Wang Erma understood this and said in a tight voice, "The four people in front are ready to take action."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Huang took the lead and rushed out.
Wang Erma and Yang Erbang followed closely behind.
Li Changan, who was following at the end, held the handle of the knife with one hand and accelerated forward.
He killed people.
He has practiced sword skills.
The sharp knife taught by Senior Wang doesn't even have a name, only a three-character formula.
Fast! Accurate! Cruel!
It's so fast that the enemy can't catch the direction of the blade's slashing; it's so accurate that it can hit the enemy's most lethal position at any time; it's so cruel that just by swinging the knife, it will take someone's life.
This sword technique is called cutting with one sword!
"Qiang!"
Heng Yue's sword was unsheathed, and the chill disappeared in a flash.
The next moment, Li Changan sheathed his sword, just like he had practiced countless times, and the bandit in front of him seemed to be stunned.
The breeze swept by, and the head slowly rolled off his neck, followed by blood spurting out.
A bandit who was in the early stage of the eighth grade, just like a sack, fell into the darkness with a thud.
It's as simple as cutting a piece of wood.
But in the darkness, everyone else was fighting, and no one noticed Li Changan's movements.
Li Changan looked around, and the battle between Lao Huang and others was coming to an end.
As expected, the people selected into the scout team are all good hands.
The four of them met again, with Lao Huang continuing to lead the way.
Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps coming from the opposite direction.
Lao Huang waved his hand, and Li Changan was pulled by Wang Erma and moved closer to the left.
Li Changan squinted his eyes, and the gentleness quietly passed through his eyes. In the originally dark night, he could finally see clearly the blurry situation several feet ahead.
Two figures appeared, and Li Changan's hand instantly touched the handle of the knife, but Old Huang was faster, "It's Big Xu Xiaoxu, don't do anything."
The six finally met.
Xiao Xu was in shock, and his body smelled of blood.
Da Xu grabbed Xiao Xu and said urgently, "There are not many bandits, only twenty at most."
"It looks like it's just a small group of thieves trying to catch the autumn wind."
Lao Huang patted Da Xu on the shoulder, "Don't rush to do it. You can't see anything in the dark. Let's wait."
Li Changan poked Yang Erbang next to him, "Brother Yang, how could Lao Huang be sure just now that they belong to Da Xu and Xiao Xu?"
Yang Erbang pointed to his nose, "Smell."
Wang Erma also turned his head, "We scouts have eyes to see and ears to listen to, and our noses also need to be used."
"But Lao Huang's nose is like a dog's. He can remember the smell of us all."
Li Changan couldn't help but admire secretly after hearing this.
If he and Lao Huang were put together to fight each other, he would probably kill Lao Huang in an instant.
But if it comes to this kind of battlefield experience, Lao Huang can throw him out of the eighteen streets.
The chaotic sounds gradually became fragmented.
Old Huang said softly, "Just find some trophies and take them back. If we carry the head of the bandit we just killed, we won't say we didn't do anything."
Before he finished speaking, Li Changan suddenly felt that there was a surge of literary energy not far behind Lao Huang. Now he grabbed Lao Huang and pressed him down.
"careful!"
Lao Huang was caught off guard and was slapped in the face.
The next moment, a flash of light flashed, and a three-foot-deep pit was instantly blasted into the ground not far away.
Li Changan's inner strength secretly emanated from his feet, and he quickly rushed towards the direction where the Wen Qi was surging.
Two warriors and one scribe.
"Qiang!"
The Hengyue sword is unsheathed.
"The intention of the wind-cutting sword, slash with two swords!"
The blue sword blade seemed to be covered with a layer of light wind, and two consecutive sword lights passed by.
The two warriors were about to raise their swords to face the enemy. The swords in their hands fell to the ground, and then their heads rolled down.
The ultimate sword under normal circumstances, after activating the wind-cutting sword intention that has been upgraded to the eighth level, you can swing two extreme sharp swords in succession!
Although I feel that the two bandits in front of me do not threaten my strength, things will change later, especially in life and death battles. The sooner the opponent dies, the safer I will be.
The last scribe, Li Changan, easily cut off his hand and hamstrings, then sheathed his sword.
He leaned down, grabbed his neck, and walked back.
He is just a ninth-grade scribe. He really doesn't know how to live or die. He dares to use grammar at this level.
That grammar lesson just now had exhausted all his literary energy.
At this time, he was no different than a useless person.
in darkness,
Wang Tiangang chuckled at Lao Huang who had just climbed up next to him and said, "Our little plum is not simple in strength, one knife at a time..."
Lao Huang moved his shoulders, feeling the power of Li Changan pressing him down, and nodded, "It is indeed extraordinary, not an ordinary martial artist."
Yang Erbang and Da Xu Xiaoxu also witnessed with their own eyes what just happened.
Although the night is dark, basic movements can still be felt.
From pressing Old Huang down to being beheaded by the bandits, it took no more than four breaths before and after.
This strength is unique among their scout team.
Just when several people were secretly frightened, Li Changan came over holding the scribe with all his limbs broken, "We caught someone alive, how about we ask?"
Lao Huang nodded and motioned to Wang Erma to go to the trial, "You are good at this, ask clearly."
When Wang Erma heard this, he threw all his thoughts out of his mind, rubbed his hands excitedly, and took the scribe who was like mud from Li Changan's hand.
"Woooooooo..."
"Ah...wu..."
There was a moment of swaying, and the scribe who had his mouth covered almost died.
Li Changan twitched his lips, "What did Brother Wang do before?"
"The pig butcher in the village..." Old Huang said softly.
Li Chang'an suddenly felt a chill in his thighs and couldn't help but swallow. What the hell is this special girl doing?
Fighting people with bare hands?
"There is still one last step to go. Let's think about it before we talk." Wang Erma lowered his head and said in the scribe's ear.
The scribe fell into a desperate state and nodded weakly.
"Who sent you here?" Lao Huang asked.
It became extremely difficult for the scribes to speak. Every time they spoke a word, they had to endure tremendous pain. It was difficult to hold back a few words.
"Wen... Yang County... County Magistrate, Mr. He."
"Please...kill me..."
Boom!
Li Changan felt as if his head had been hit hard by a hammer, and he felt dizzy for a moment.