"Be careful! Suppress the sound!" Okan pressed his body, carried his sword, shield and bow and quietly walked towards the camp of the chariot people.
"Tsk! These people are elites! A small force of eighteen people can actually run a temporary camp so well!" A light cavalryman sighed with emotion. As scouts, they can tell the reality of a camp at a glance.
"Hard bones! Not easy to chew!" Another person also set the tone.
"No matter how hard it is, you have to chew it! Either we will die here today, or they will die here today!" The last light cavalryman reluctantly took out his bow and arrow.
"You can still draw your bow?" A light cavalryman looked at Okan and another man with a look of unbearable expression.
"They have sentries... We can't touch him without shooting him!" Okan said bitterly, even if firing the bow will cause the flesh to crack, so what? They are soldiers, killing machines, not women in front of flowers and under the moon.
The camp in front of us was a typical chariot camp. Ten chariots and ten war horses were surrounded by a ring. The chariot residents huddled inside and rested. Judging from the firelight, at least three bonfires were lit inside, and there was something in the air.
The faint smell of barbecue indicates that these people have had a good meal and gone to bed...
"Two sentries!" A cavalryman walked around in a circle and quietly came back.
"Just two people keeping vigil? Looking down on us?" Okan was stunned.
"Okay, Captain, what are you looking down on... One-ninth of the manpower is enough for night watch. They probably didn't expect that we would attack at night." One person shook his head and laughed.
"That's right! I'm going to take you to be bold today!" Okan said with high spirits, his voice low but unable to conceal the excitement.
"Farewell! A corps commander is still a general!" Several other people teased with a wink. After all, according to the convention, if you want to call yourself a general, you must at least be a centurion, and you must be an actual centurion. If you continue
It would be even more perfect if you have a noble status.
"Go, go! Are you not allowed to think about it?" Okan waved his hand.
"Okay! Get ready to work!" Okan looked at the sky and the smile on his face faded.
At this time, the moon was hanging high in the night sky, and its bright moonlight shone on the earth, covering it with a layer of silver.
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"Group of two! Shoot the sentry!" Okan looked at the two "kowtow bugs" sitting in the car and waved his hand coldly.
"Creak~" The sound of the bow string made people's teeth ache in the silent night. Everyone drew the bow string with flushed faces without fear of pain.
"Buzz!"
The arrow fell from the hand! The two dozing sentries immediately fell on the chariot. The four people stepped forward quickly. They pulled out their one-handed swords with iron shields and climbed onto the chariot vigorously. They grabbed a handful of soil and pressed it on the chariot.
On the wounds of the two corpses.
They were lucky. They successfully touched it. The chariot people who had consumed a lot of energy during the day lost their due vigilance when resting at night. Together with the irresponsible sentries, Okan and the others were able to take advantage of them.
The most important thing is that they lost their sensitivity to the smell of blood! When the soil covered the blood stains, even the people who were most likely to wake up fell asleep again.
"Yeah!" Several people looked at each other and quietly climbed out of the chariot.
Okan took off the water bag from his waist and distributed it to everyone. Everyone quickly put out the fire, and the coldness immediately came up, but this was also good. The firelight would not expose Okan and the others who came in, only the bright ones.
The moonlight exudes endless murderous intent!
"Pfft!" The sound of a sharp blade cutting the throat sounded. After a burst of hehehe, Okan put down his hand covering the tank civilian soldier. During the day, their helpless professionals were as if they were under the cover of night.
The lamb was left to be slaughtered, and Okan and his team were left to wield the butcher's knives.
Okan simply buried the blood stains with soil, and soon gave up this action. The smell of blood from the four people whose throats were cut was already floating in the air.
"Scoff!" Okan had to speed up and wiped the neck of a professional again according to the position in his memory. The professional whose neck was cut open did not die immediately. He suddenly opened his eyes and wanted to scream, but the trachea was cut open.
With the big hand covering his mouth, it was a luxury for him to even make a sound... In desperation, he planned to use his fighting spirit to explode himself, whether it was to give a warning or to die together. However, his weak body and his increasingly heavy head made him even more desperate.
It has become a luxury to detonate one's own fighting spirit.
"What a risk!" Okan said to himself. Fortunately, they had rehearsed the plan in advance, otherwise something would really go wrong.
He put down the body of the chariot civilian soldier who had not yet cooled down, and continued to touch the next person...
This night is destined to be a bloody night. Professionals who lose their vigilance can also be easily massacred by ordinary soldiers! The massacre is still continuing at this moment...
"Pfft!" Okan skillfully covered the man's mouth and pressed his wrist. Warm blood immediately splashed out. When the person in his hand stopped struggling, Okan slowly put it down.
"The fifth one!" Okan thought.
"Boom!" The battle energy flames soaring into the sky suddenly erupted, and the blue battle energy flames shock wave swept directly across.
Okan clearly saw a light cavalry under his command being torn apart in the battle energy flames!
"No!" Okan roared desperately.
"You deserve to die!" A cold voice came, and a young woman walked out of the broken tent. She was wearing a leather armor with totems painted on her body, and she was holding a scimitar in her hand. Her chest was shaking violently with anger.
, a wound on her lower abdomen stretched almost from left to right and was still bleeding out! What did she see? The camp that was fine not long ago was now littered with corpses, and there was no one alive except her.
"What's going on!" Okan held up his shield and stood shoulder to shoulder with the remaining two people.
"Tsk! Karojesky alerted this bitch when he was about to kill her!" said a cavalryman.
"Level 3! We can't beat him! We have to run!" Okan said calmly.
"No! She killed one of our men! She was also injured! We have to kill her to avenge our brothers!" a cavalryman roared angrily.
"How dare you? Ants!" The female warrior waved her scimitar, and a blade of light suddenly struck her diagonally.
"Run!" Okan kicked his comrade away and rolled around. The three of them narrowly avoided the killing move.
After the blow, the remaining two people also woke up. It is true that they wanted to avenge their comrades, but they did not want to risk their lives.
"Mount! Shoot her!" one of them roared.
If an injured third-level warrior was really kited by three cavalry who were proficient in mounted archery, there would really be no chance of survival, unless she could use burst skills to kill them instantly.
"Boom!" The woman had already chased her out. She wrapped her fist with fighting spirit and smashed the chariot frame on the horse's back. Then she got on the horse and simply covered it with styptic powder on the horse's back.