Late at night, outside the Mohist army's camp, a group of agile men dressed in black silently snuck in. Although this was not the main camp of the Mohist army that Prince Ding personally oversaw, the main camp was only twenty or so li away and was closely connected to the main camp. Moreover, this was the place where most of the rations were stored. It was not an exaggeration to say that this was the Mohist army's frontline supply granary, and the tight security was self-evident. However, these people were able to sneak in without alerting anyone, and this was enough to show how outstanding their abilities were.
In the quiet camp, other than the patrolling soldiers coming and going, all of the soldiers had already fallen asleep. In the darkness of the night, only the cawing of the night crows could be heard from time to time, making people feel a sense of unease.
The leader raised his hand to stop the people behind him from moving forward, and looked around vigilantly. Suddenly, he said in a low and hurried voice, "We've been discovered, retreat!"
The others were also startled, and before they could react, a rain of silver arrows pierced through the night sky.
"Retreat!" The men in black were all skilled, and almost at the same time, they scattered in all directions. The barracks were immediately lit up. A man dressed in black walked out from the darkness, and a cold smile appeared on his lips, "Since you've come, don't leave. Chase! "
Countless black figures streaked across the hidden corners of the camp, chasing in the direction of the fleeing black-clothed men.
These men in black did not immediately escape, and instead ran all over the place, and many of them even headed towards the area where the rations were stored. It was clear that they wanted to destroy most of the Mohist army's rations in one fell swoop. It had to be known that before the army moved, the rations would move first. In this era, when two armies fought, other than fighting strength and tactics, they also competed with rations. Without rations, even if you were the strongest soldier in the world, you would only end up starving to death.
Their plan was very good, but how could the Mohist army, which had been around for hundreds of years, not have considered this problem? As soon as they entered the storage area, they were surrounded by a group of equally mysterious black-clothed men. Both sides attacked each other without saying a word.
Not far away from the camp, Xu Qingfeng was standing at the edge of a cliff, dressed in black, looking down at the camp with a gloomy face. Standing next to him were the unrestrained Han Mingxi and the graceful Han Mingyue brothers. Behind them stood a group of men in black who were also eyeing the flickering flames of the camp not far away.
"What a nice place." Han Mingxi smiled at Xu Qingfeng. Originally, he and Han Mingyue had been ordered to escort the provisions over, but they didn't expect to see such a good show.
Han Mingyue pondered for a moment before saying, "These people seem to act in a similar way as Qi Lin."
Xu Qingfeng said proudly, "I'm just copying the wisdom of others. Painting the skin of a tiger is difficult to paint the bones. For the Northern Tribes to be able to do this, it's not bad. Since they provoked us first, it's not right if we don't teach them a lesson. Men. "
"Commander." A black-clothed man stepped forward and bowed.
Xu Qingfeng said, "There's a Northern Tribes camp 60 miles away from here. Why don't you guys go and have some fun?"
"Yes, Commander." The black-clothed man replied. With a wave of his hand, he disappeared into the night with the other black-clothed men.
The rest of them didn't say anything else and looked down at the camp below. This place looked ordinary, but standing on the cliff, one could take in the entire camp. In this way, no matter how powerful the Northern Tribes were, they wouldn't be able to escape Qi Lin's eyes.
"They're retreating." The Northern Tribes knew that they couldn't succeed, and they were sent here to test the waters. If they could burn the provisions of the Mohist army, it would be a good thing, but if they couldn't, it didn't matter. Seeing that they couldn't gain the upper hand, they immediately prepared to retreat.
Xu Qingfeng rubbed his chin and laughed, "Since they were sent here to test us, we'll just let one of them go. Kill the rest. " Han Mingxi, who was standing by the side, couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Letting one of them go was more embarrassing than letting none of them go. It was obvious that he was telling the Northern Tribes that since they had sent someone to investigate, he would leave one person to report back to them. He was not afraid of them investigating. Originally, he thought that among the brothers of the Xu family, Xu Qingfeng was the kindest. He didn't expect him to be such a bad person.
The Northern Tribes wanted to escape, so Qi Lin let them go. However, they didn't let them go. Instead, they moved the battlefield outside the camp. There were originally more than 20 black-clothed men, but they were soon split up and fought their own battles. In less than an hour, the brightly lit camp returned to silence.
In the darkness, three black-clothed men ran frantically in the direction of the Northern Tribes camp. In such a moonless night, although there were some stars, it was not enough to illuminate the path ahead. The three of them ran through the forest in a panic, not knowing where to go, and actually lost their way.
They stopped and looked in the direction they came from. It seemed that no one was chasing them, so they heaved a sigh of relief. One of them couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect these Central Plains people to be so powerful!" They were carefully trained by Helian Zhen and Helian Peng over the past few years. They were much more powerful than the average Northern Tribes soldiers. The people of the Northern Tribes were known for their martial prowess. These soldiers of the Yazi Army even looked down on the ordinary soldiers of the Northern Tribes, let alone the people of the Central Plains who had always been weak. However, they didn't expect the Yazi Army to be so powerful that they couldn't even gain an advantage in a one-on-one battle. They were even at a disadvantage.
"That's because the Central Plains people are cunning and set up an ambush!" Another person refused to admit defeat. His skills were above the rest, and he wasn't at a disadvantage when fighting against the Mohist army. It was just that they were outnumbered and had no choice but to escape. Naturally, he refused to admit defeat.
The remaining person couldn't help but frown and say, "We seem to be lost. It's better to return to the camp quickly."
The other two nodded in agreement. They had been running in the forest for more than two hours, but they still couldn't find the way out. It was obvious that they were lost in the forest.
"The elite Yazi Army of the Northern Tribes actually got lost. What a joke!" In the forest, a burst of hearty laughter came from the darkness. However, it was erratic, and no one could determine the source of the laughter.
The three of them changed their expressions. "Who is it?!"
"How do you know about Yazi?!" Yazi was Helian Zhen's secret trump card. Not to mention outsiders, even the King of the Northern Tribes and Yelu Ye didn't know about it beforehand. They didn't expect the other party to expose their identities.
The person laughed and said, "How can the Mohist army not know about any barbarian who dares to step into the Central Plains?"
"Qi Lin?!" The three of them said in unison. They stared at the void in the darkness with vigilance.
"It's Qi Lin. Didn't you want to experience the power of my Qi Lin? Why are you leaving? "The person in the darkness laughed.
The leader of the men in black said sternly, "Come out and fight if you have the ability. Do you Central Plains people only know how to sneak around?" The man in the darkness laughed coldly and said, "I'm just about to teach you a lesson!" A black shadow shot out like a ray of light. The three men from the Northern Tribes didn't even get to see the person's face clearly. The man in the lead only felt a chill on his neck. A cold hand was strangling his neck. With a slight force, the man from the Northern Tribes made a gurgling sound and fell to the ground, lifeless.
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