People near the camp gate were shouting and neighing, creating chaos. A chieftain brought people over and saw the dead archer and the wooden man who had been hacked by a knife outside the gate. After hearing what the soldiers present said in response, they were stunned and reacted.
After arriving, he immediately sent someone to inform the high priest.
As soon as the soldiers left, he immediately led his subordinates to the sentry tower to prevent the Jin army from taking advantage of the opportunity to attack. Now he probably understood that there was a monk in the Jin army opposite who was different from the Tianshi Mansion and dared to cast spells directly against them.
Fight.
That's the feeling of changing shapes between offense and defense.
"Let all the tribesmen go back. There is nothing to see. A soldier was accidentally injured by one of our own. Let them all go back to their tents. The high priest will take care of it!"
The chief led people to clean up the corpses, and while Mu Ren was waiting for the high priest to come over, a group of Yuejie soldiers who were watching from a distance got the order and went back to their tents suspiciously.
"How could something so good be accidentally injured?"
"Maybe it was too dark and I saw the wrong person."
"Can't you speak to resolve the misunderstanding?"
Two people returned to the felt tent and were chattering. One of them suddenly stopped talking, as if he felt familiar. He subconsciously raised his face and saw a wooden man standing there blankly behind the fence on the back of the tent.
"What are you looking at?" The companion next to him saw him in a daze, and followed his gaze and looked over: "When was there a wooden man who looked like you, haha!"
"Don't be kidding, I always feel a little weird when I look at it!" The barbarian tilted his head and shouted at his companions. However, when he looked again, he felt that the wooden man seemed to have moved half a foot towards them. "It seems to be moving towards them."
move."
The companion next to him also looked at it and didn't feel anything different.
"You must be dazzled. Go to sleep. Tomorrow I will choose a Han woman from the captives for you to release your sexual energy. Everything will be fine."
"Maybe."
When the two of them were chatting and laughing, squatting down and walking into the tent, the dark wooden figure standing behind the wooden fence slowly moved, turned around, and silently approached the tent.
There are usually four to six people in a Yuejie tent. When the two people came in, the rest of the tribe had already gone to sleep. The moment they took off their fur coats and lay down, the two people suddenly opened their eyes and looked at each other.
Then, they both raised their bodies and instinctively looked at the side near their heads. A straight figure was cast on the tent, reflecting the bonfire in the distance.
'That wooden man just now?'
A strange feeling slowly grew in the hearts of the two of them. The next moment, the tent burst open with a hiss, and a round wooden hand penetrated directly and hit the face of the similar-looking Hu man. The skin and flesh were immediately torn, and he fell asleep.
on the tribesmen.
There was a sudden sound and screams, and everyone in the tent was awakened. Some people instinctively took the weapons around them, but when they saw a wooden figure behind the torn leather felt, everyone was stunned.
However, someone still struck with a knife and cut off the wooden man's head.
In an instant, there was only a scream, and the beaten Hu man rolled twice on the ground, his head was severed from his neck, and the blood spurted out turned the ground red.
"What...what...is going on?"
While someone shouted in surprise, there were also screams of "Ah——" in the distance. Several people in the tent rushed out of the tent and saw a fire burning in a tent a few feet away. In the light of the fire, a wooden man
He stood there with flames burning all over his body, and also on fire was a Yuejie man rolling on the ground, trying to ask for help from the nearest tribesman, and crawling over while crying.
The chiefs of all the ministries were alerted, and they rode horses and led people towards the tent where the accident occurred. However, in the military camp that stretched for more than ten miles, such things happened almost continuously. They saw the wooden man chasing after people with similar looks.
put.
"Don't attack the wooden man!"
Some people have experienced what happened at the camp gate and shouted loudly, but some wooden figures were still chopped into pieces, and the people being chased died instantly. Others left it alone, or only used spears to separate the wooden figures, but the wooden figures were extremely powerful.
It was also extremely fast and couldn't stop it at all. It chased after him and killed the person with the same appearance, and then turned into an ordinary piece of wood.
For a moment, the entire camp was in panic, and everywhere we passed there were Yuejie people on guard with weapons.
The high priest came with the only two remaining Gray Sheep priests. On the way, he heard the soldiers explain the whole story, and happened to see a wooden man being blocked by several soldiers with leather shields.
Immediately, reciting the magic formula, he passed by in a few steps and touched the wooden man's forehead with his cane. However, the magic controlled by the wood spirit was transferred to the soldiers with similar looks in an instant. The magic was different and it caused great harm to the human body.
, before the soldier had time to scream, he trembled and fell to the ground, with buds and flowers sprouting from the branches between his skin and flesh.
The high priest's face was so ugly that even he couldn't cure it, let alone the gray sheep sacrifice.
In the military camp, the miserable screams and angry screams of people continued for a long time before gradually becoming quiet. The chiefs and chiefs counted the casualties. More than three hundred people died in this attack.
Looking at the casualty figures, the high priest's face turned blue and he forced out a stiff smile to reassure the chiefs of each tribe.
"This is a 'gift' that the Jin Han people used to retaliate with magic. They were probably angry at the gift we sent during the day. The angrier the better, it shows that they care about their people."
He said this, but he did not dare to show the horror in his heart. After all, he had never seen such a Taoist method throughout the Taoist cultivation methods of the southern Jin Dynasty that he had collected before.
'There are so many spells in the Central Plains. How did they create these spells?'
Thinking like this, he glanced around. There were many looks of fear on the faces of the soldiers and chiefs. Such a spell was too weird. It couldn't be cut with a knife, nor with water or fire. It would touch oneself. If left alone, the wooden person would be in danger.
They will also come to kill them by themselves.
It’s simply incomprehensible…
Over there, the high priest seemed to see their worries and warned:
"This technique of the Han people seems terrifying, but the conditions for its use are absolutely harsh. Otherwise, why would there be only more than 300 casualties? Don't worry. I also warn the people below not to reveal their names at will. Even if they are captured and beaten to death, they cannot tell!
"
"High Priest, why is this?"
"Those wooden men who have the same appearance as the tribesmen must be related to each other. However, the Han people do not know the details of our soldiers, but they can cast spells. I am afraid that the captured tribesmen revealed their names, so they can cast spells to remove the wood based on their names.
People came to attack and suppress our morale."
The high priest with a green cloth on his head subconsciously wanted to touch the eagle feathers, but withdrew his half-raised hand, "Right now, a long-term confrontation is not good for us. If there is an uproar tonight, morale will definitely be low. If it continues, there will be no need for a war."
Come on...I want to take advantage of this opportunity to attack the opponent's camp at night and kill someone who is caught off guard!"
Someone frowned: "At this time?"
"If you doubt it yourself, then the other party will definitely not expect that we will attack at night at this time. Go down and prepare!"
"yes!"
A group of chiefs and captains, big and small, clenched their fists and pressed their chests, bowed and exited the tent. The high priest walked to the tent, looked at the southern night sky, and narrowed his eyes.
"If you can't win with magic, then I'll get it back on the battlefield!"
He twirled the half eagle feather held between his fingertips and murmured with gritted teeth.
…
The night passed quietly.
Before the sky turned green, the Yuejie camp, which had already calmed down, was filled with dull movements. The soldiers gathered with their horses and silently climbed on their horses.
Amidst the howling of wolves in the distance, the dark group of cavalry rose and fell like a wave. They slowly gathered in the field with swords and spears, and divided into several groups and marched quietly into the dark night.
at the same time.
In the Jin camp, the last ashes of the burnt Jiangzhen Incense fell. Chen Yuan withdrew the spell with a tired look on his face. Vaguely, his eyelids twitched, feeling that something was about to happen.
"If it were Qin who wanted to save the morale of the army, he would take this opportunity to conduct a night attack."
In the carriage, Qin Qiong's wooden sculpture opened his eyes, and Yu Chigong smiled and nodded.
"Soldiers have no constant momentum, and water has no constant shape. That's how it should be!"
Guan Gong's wooden carving stroked his beard and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.