Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 59 Who will take the big and good head (2)

Liu Yan was wet all over and climbed up the shore from the water.

This is ten miles upstream of Huang Chunshui. Taking advantage of the night, at such a distance, you shouldn't encounter scouts sent by Wang Mu again.

The water in the first month of the year was biting cold. After getting on the shore, it was like falling into an ice cave when the cold wind blew. Even Liu Yan's physique trembled slightly.

And the rangers behind him all had their faces ashen.

The wanderer has been rampant on the streets for many years, and has only used swords and no armor. This time, in order to reduce the weight when crossing the river, everyone is only wearing the thinnest clothes. At this moment, in the cold wind, it is almost naked. But even so, in this turbulent river, everyone still needs to hold a wooden board to barely swim through the river nearly ten feet wide.

Liu Yan turned his head and counted the number of people. At the time of departure, there were only 160 left. The remaining thirteen people were already swept away by the river forever due to cold or exhaustion.

In order to avoid being discovered and unable to make a fire, they could only simply twist off the water from their clothes as much as possible, and followed Liu Yan closely, sneaking downstream in the direction of the river.

No one said a word, and no one complained. All the surviving rangers pursed their lips tightly, held the hilt of their waists, and formed a neat formation side by side, following Liu Yan.

And no matter how biting the cold wind is, they have never lowered their proud head.

Because they are the rangers of Wancheng and the subordinates of the Dragon of the Yellow Springs!

After half an hour of travel, the group finally gradually approached the camp ahead. As expected, the camp on the north bank was indeed not large in size. Judging from the fact that the camp inside was only three to five thousand.

One hundred and sixty to thousands, this is an extremely huge contrast. But one side is a ranger who is prepared and specializes in fighting and fighting, while the other side is a soldier who is sleeping soundly, unprepared for the upcoming massacre. No matter how large the number of people is, the initial chaos cannot be avoided.

The key to whether he can win is whether Liu Yan can make full use of the initial chaos and seize the floating bridge before the new army reacts!

After approaching the camp, all 161 people crawled on the ground and moved their bodies little by little towards the camp. Although it was already midnight, there were still many high platforms in the fences around the camp, lit torches for the soldiers who were keeping watch.

Thirty zhang...ten zhang...five zhang...

Liu Yan carefully chose the dimest route, avoided the gaze of the soldiers looking out on the platform, and finally arrived under the wooden fence of the camp.

He stretched out his hand and made a gesture behind him, watching the gestures pass back one by one until the end of the team.

All the rangers got the message, so now-

It's time to decide the outcome!

Liu Yan took out the short knife hidden in his arms and threw it forward with his fingertips. The short knife made a low and sharp sound of breaking through the air, flying towards the nearest platform in front of him.

The sentry was completely unaware of what was going on. As soon as he heard the slight sound of breaking through the air, his throat suddenly became cold.

The coolness passed, and there was a warmth. The blood in the throat sprayed out of the wound, wetting the entire collar. He held the short knife in the throat tightly, widened his eyes, and tried hard to continue breathing. But his trachea had been cut, but he could only spray blood foam from the wound, making a helpless whisper.

Until he died, he did not understand why the camp on the north bank of the river was still attacked at night even though the 100,000 troops were clearly ahead.

And that "enemy attack" that alerted could only be ruined forever in his heart.

Liu Yan removed the sentry in this direction, and gently supported his hands and passed the wooden fence that was only one person tall. The ranger behind him also followed and flew into the camp. Such a low fence did not make any obstacle in front of them.

"Each person dispersed, each person had a tent, gathered at the floating bridge!" Liu Yan briefly finished the order, and the rangers under his command immediately scattered in accordance with the plan that had been repeatedly emphasized countless times.

One hundred and sixty people pulled out the long sword in their hands at the same time. The clanging sounds sounded like a soft roar of a dragon, and it sounded over the camp.

At the same time, it was accompanied by the roars of one hundred and sixty people.

Because at this point, there is no need to hide your tracks anymore.

One hundred and sixty long swords unsheathed began to harvest the soldiers in their sleep!

There are naturally guards on duty at night between the camp tents. But no one could imagine that when there were still an army of 100,000 on the other side of the river, such a group of killing gods would fall from the sky. A guard team of three or five people faced the raid and under such a narrow terrain in the camp, they were not the opponents of Rangers and Swordsmen who had been skilled in fighting and assassinating for many years.

Before the spear could be stabbed out, the sword had already pierced into the throat. The shield had just protected the front, but the back of the heart had been penetrated. Even until death, all the guards were still screaming in their hearts-

Where did they come from?

In just a moment, the guards patrolling this corner of the camp were slaughtered. Some of the soldiers in the tent were still sleeping, while others were just rubbing their sleepy eyes, wearing their clothes in panic, and smearing in search of their weapons.
Chapter completed!