In the darkness of the night, the subtle sound was not very clear. Under the raging cold wind, it was as if it had not been heard.
Therefore, the quiet tent is still very quiet.
Ta da! Ta da!
The sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer.
The horse and man gradually showed clear outlines against the thin moonlight.
It was a team with strong soldiers and strong horses. The horse was a black horse. Everyone on the horse was wearing black clothes and covering their faces with black gauze. If it weren't for the eyes of the people and the horses, which were as bright as lamps and bumped along with the horse's hooves like will-o'-the-wisps, no one would be able to notice that someone was approaching.
The horse's hooves were wrapped in soft cloth, and if the road hadn't been frozen hard in the depths of winter, they would have made no sound when they fell.
The cavalry consisted of a hundred people, and they were moving at a fast and even pace. The distance between the front and rear of the horses was always the same, no more, no less.
The knights on horseback stood straight with their chests and backs straight, and they seemed to be the same in height, fat and thin. Not too high, not too low.
What came was an army. Only an army could march in such an orderly manner, in an orderly manner without any chaos.
The burly officer at the head raised his hand, and the cavalry stopped silently.
He waved his hand again and made two whoosh sounds. The two palm-sized balls were accurately shot into the burning fire.
The officer closed his eyes, then after ten breaths he suddenly opened them and waved his hand again.
Swish!
Several sounds were heard breaking through the sky. In the dim moonlight of winter, the cold light of countless iron tools swept away, roaring and disappearing into the scattered tents.
Puff.
There were several muffled sounds, and the iron tool penetrated the wood. A silver thread flashed at the tail of the arrow. There was a clatter, and the archer simultaneously brought his hand to his arms with force.
Wow!
The tents next to the avenue were gutted and torn apart, with rags and sawdust flying away.
The archer opened his five fingers and took the bright iron claw like a chicken claw in the palm of his hand. The fingers of several people quickly changed, and after folding in threes and twos, the flying claw, bow, arrow and silver wire all turned into a ball the size of the palm of their hand, and they threw it in
Into the sack.
The tents in the camp were destroyed in their hands by these exquisitely forged special flying claws.
The silver light withdrew, and the officer's eyes were as cold as fire, but he remained motionless and did not speak.
He is waiting!
The round object that is ordered to be shot into the fire is a very powerful intoxicating drug that can instantly make people confused and weak. No matter how strong your martial arts skills are, you will not be able to resist because this drug can penetrate through the pores of the human body.
, impossible to guard against.
The officer narrowed his eyes, feeling a little proud.
By this time, the wax pills wrapping the drug had melted. The wind direction was just right, and the power of the drug evaporated by the fire could be blown even into the tent.
No one here today can escape. They can only be slaughtered!
But...where are the people? Where are the people sleeping in the tent?!
The officer asked his men to tear apart the tent with flying claws. The situation was clear and no one could escape his eyes. He would never believe that the people in the tent were grabbed into nothingness by the flying claws.
He squinted his eyes hard, his heart thumped, and the alarm bell rang loudly.
Tonight was a foolproof plan, but what went wrong?
He raised his hand: "Retreat!"
A word is brewing in the throat, but it has not yet been spit out with all its strength.
hiss!
Suddenly, a strange ray of silver light was like a cow's hair, as fast as lightning. It flashed before his eyes for a moment... and then passed away.
He was confused when he suddenly felt a shock in his crotch.
Plop!
The war horse, which had been on the battlefield for a long time and would not flinch even if it saw blood flowing out, suddenly had weak legs and fell to its knees without any warning.
The officer reacted very quickly. The moment the horse fell, he pointed his toes toward the saddle, and his body floated out like a kite with a broken string, landing one foot away.
Before his toes even touched the ground, he heard the neighing of the war horse and fell to the ground twitching.
The face under the officer's hood was twitching like a war horse.
Who will take action, when and where, it is unknown!
The fear rising from the bottom of my heart was unbearable.