There was no more singing, dancing and music in the camp, but it was still noisy and swaying.
The adults from the capital had no time to shout questions or flee in panic before they were shot through.
The majestic soldier waved the man hanging on the spear with one hand. The man was not dead yet, his hands and feet were struggling and twitching, as if dancing, blood gushed out and dripped to the ground, and the carpet bloomed with blood flowers.
The soldiers from the capital outside the camp were also being massacred. Some resisted and some fled to all directions. However, this gorgeous camp was like a spider web, and the moths that had entered the web had only one way to die.
Those who resisted were hacked to death with knives, those who knelt down were stabbed with bullets, and those who escaped were shot away by random arrows.
Fire, blood, figures, and shouts and laughter created a new commotion.
Soon, all the people from the capital here were turned into corpses. The picked up corpses were thrown on the ground, and Ankangshan's thick feet stepped on them, making a creaking sound.
"I was worried that this little bastard Wu Ya'er would snatch my title and not be able to enter the capital, so you guys impatiently sent me here." He said, "It's only now that you covet my troops. It's too late.
Bar."
The camp tent was raised, and the golden feather screen shone in the firelight, making it impossible to look directly at Ankang Mountain standing at the door.
"Commander, kill all these people." A general laughed and pointed at the corpses on the ground.
There were still undead corpses tumbling around and screaming in agony. No soldiers went up to make a stabbing blow, but instead watched and listened with interest.
"The ones responsible for escorting are the soldiers and horses of Xuanwu Dao." Another general pointed in one direction, "More than 300 people are also in the jar."
A horn sound like a howling wolf came from the night wind that smelled strongly of alcohol. The officers and soldiers who were sitting eating meat, drinking and laughing were a little puzzled.
"What is this sound?" A Xuanwu Taoist soldier held a piece of wolf meat and bit it hard, and joked vaguely, "Did you bring live wolves with you?"
Fan Yangbing, who was toasting and joking with him, suddenly showed his fangs, raised the wine jar in his hand and hit the Xuanwu Taoist soldier on the head.
Drink and blood flew everywhere.
At the same time, blood was splashed everywhere else, and Fan Yang's soldiers who were sitting and laughing turned into wolves and knocked down Xuanwu Dao's soldiers.
The burning bonfire became dim, the laughter turned into screams, the smell of alcohol mixed with fishy smell, and the red firelight in the night seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist.
The soldiers crawling in a drainage ditch trembled.
"Xiang Nan, we, don't we go back to rescue them?" A companion whispered tremblingly.
Xiang Nan, who was at the front, didn't even look back: "Can we save them?"
The companions looked at the dark night behind them, smelled the strong smell of blood, and heard the cries of ghosts and wolves becoming more and more clear in their ears. This was not a camp, this was the Temple of Hell. They were like moths throwing themselves into the fire, but they really escaped like this.
....
"We are not escaping, we are going to report the news." Xiang Nan corrected, "There is a rebellion in Ankang Mountain. We have to notify the soldiers and horses in front of the city and the capital, otherwise everyone will be in ruins, and..."
And it's not certain whether he can escape.
He didn't say this.
"Go quickly." He shouted in a low voice and quickly crawled forward.
Yes, turning back now was a useless sacrifice. The companions no longer asked any questions and held their breath silently along the ditch, following Xiang Nan as he stalked in the night. The sound of Fan Yang's soldiers running seemed to be everywhere above their heads.
After the killing was over, the torch illuminated the scene. Sun Zhe stood there and looked down at the corpses on the ground, looking satisfied.
"Sir, the number is wrong." A general came over and said, "More than a hundred people are missing."
Sun Zhe was suddenly surprised: "What? How come there are a hundred people missing?"
"While drinking, people came and went." A general knelt down, "We didn't pay attention."
It's natural to feel comfortable after drinking too much, but I didn't expect that some people would never come back if it was convenient.
"There is no such thing as Xiang Nan." Another general came over after checking the corpse and shouted, "He ran away with his men."
"Xiang Nan?" Sun Zhe touched his beard and said, "Did you find anything? He is indeed the son-in-law of Governor Li of Jiannan Road."
The general next to him snorted disdainfully: "Don't talk about the son-in-law of Jiannan Road, what will happen if my father-in-law comes? This is not Jiannan Road, this is the world of our Fan Yangjun."
The brightly lit and noisy camp was finally behind them. The team of more than a hundred people quickened their pace, and there was a rustling noise on the ground.
"Where are we going?" someone asked in a low voice.
The night was so vast that I was so confused that I couldn't tell my direction for a while.
"There is a canyon ahead from here. As long as we can enter the canyon, we have a chance to escape from the pursuers." Xiang Nan said.
The night did not slow down his pace at all, and his steps were as firm as his voice, soothing the companions who followed behind him.
"Xiang Nan, you are so familiar with this place." The companion sighed.
Xiang Nan hummed: "I checked the nearby maps on the way."
There was a low cheer from the companions, mixed with words such as how good it was to have Xiang Nan around, and how powerful Xiang Nan was.
Xiang Nan didn't tell them that he wasn't great, he just knew there was a way, but he couldn't guarantee whether he could walk through it, and it probably wouldn't be possible...
A buzzing sound and a sharp roar pierced the night sky.
"Fall." Xiang Nan shouted, fell to the ground, and reached out to pull his companion beside him, but it was still a step too late. The companion next to him jumped up like a fish and then fell down with a thud. He only let out a muffled grunt.
The fire ignited on him at the same time, illuminating the pale faces of his companions around him.
Laughter sounded in front, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, and the firelights lit up one by one.
"Children, suffer death." A shout came over.
Immediately afterwards, a hail of crossbow arrows rained down, not only the crossbow arrows but also kerosene.
"Lie down, lie down, crawl forward." Xiang Nan shouted, while struggling to crawl forward on the ground, while watching his companions around him constantly bounce up and break, scream, and the fire was rising.
The soldiers without horses soon fell into silence under the rain of arrows, leaving only the glow of fire and the smell of burning clothes and flesh.
The soldiers and horses in front galloped with the clatter of horse hooves, holding up their crossbows and spears and howling.
"I thought we were of no use." A soldier laughed and poked the corpse lying on the ground with his spear. "So many people ran out of the camp. It's Sun Zhe who is a loser..."
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Before he finished speaking, the spear in his hand suddenly came from the corpse with great force. The burning corpse also bounced up from the ground, and a white figure jumped up from underneath it.
He used his strength to hold up the spear, and his feet flew up.
The soldier's eyes darkened, his head was covered by the burning robe, and he let out a scream and rolled off the horse.
The surrounding soldiers and horses were suddenly shocked, roaring and slashing at him with four or five spears and knives.
The young man on horseback, wearing only a white undershirt, swung his spear, and the bullets were like rain. He knocked away the incoming weapons and rushed out as soon as the men were caught in the horse's belly.
"kill him!"
The roar was like thunder, and scattered soldiers and horses gathered around. They were too close to use bows and crossbows, so they could only attack with countless swords and guns.
The man rose and fell on the horse, and the spear flew up and down, left and right, bringing up pieces of blood mist. The man fell, the horse raised its hooves, screamed, neighed, and sparks flew everywhere.
The gathered soldiers and horses were like a pair of big hands closing and clapping, and then opening them continuously, as if they were watching a wonderful performance and couldn't stop applauding.
As they gathered and separated, there were fewer and fewer soldiers and horses surrounding the young man. His white robe was stained with blood, and the spear had no head. However, when a soldier holding a hammer came at him fiercely, the headless spear was still there.
It pierced his throat steadily and accurately.
The soldier who fell to the ground did not die and rolled over for a while, but also knocked over the horses of his companions. Taking advantage of this gap, the young man in white urged the horse to gallop forward, like a shooting star in the dark night.
"Chase!"
"Fire the arrow!"
Noisy roars, the sound of horse hooves, and the sound of crossbows being stringed brushed against my ears in the night wind.
Xiang Nan didn't look back, he leaned tightly on the horse's back, turned the headless spear with one hand, and grabbed the shield carried by the horse with the other hand. A shower of arrows fell, and the horse neighed and flew forward.
By the time the bow was stringed again, the young man in white had already left the bow and arrow range.
Looking at the corpses rolling down on the ground, the leading soldier roared: "Chase! There is a canyon ahead, a dead end!"
The ground shook, horses galloped, spears, swords, bows and crossbows were raised and howled, like rolling waves that swallowed up the swaying boat.
A deep ditch suddenly appeared in front of the boat, and a towering valley could be seen on the opposite side of the ditch.
"He can't escape!"
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"
The soldiers and horses behind them were approaching, and so were the shouts, but the boat did not stop at all, but accelerated its speed. Accompanied by the sound of arrows piercing the air, the horses leapt up with a neigh, and another neigh, and rocks and heavy objects were heard.
The sound of rolling down soon became quiet.
The galloping waves stopped in front of a deep ditch, and the torch could not see the other side or the bottom of the ditch.
...
...
"One of them ran away?" Ankang Shan, who was standing in front of the camp, looked at Sun Zhe who was kneeling in front of him and asked in surprise, "Not only did he run away from the camp, but he also fought his way out of your encirclement with one gun and one horse?"
Sun Zhe's head almost touched the ground: "Maybe he fell into the ditch and died."
A general next to Ankangshan looked ferocious: "Have you seen any corpses?"
Sun Zhe trembled: "It's so late at night that I haven't found the ditch yet."
"Then it's possible that he ran away!" the general roared, holding the sword in his waist and about to chop off Sun Zhe's head, "What's the use of you!"
Sun Zhe looked pale and raised his head and shouted: "That man is the son-in-law of Li Fengan of Jiannan Road..."
I don't know whether it was the words Li Fengan or other reasons, but Ankangshan raised his hand to stop the general's falling sword.
"That's all. If a person runs away, just run away. Don't worry about him." He said.
Another general glanced at Sun Zhe and said in a low voice: "Captain, this man is young and has such skill. He should not be underestimated. If we don't get rid of him now, I'm afraid he will be in serious trouble."
Ankangshan laughed, his body trembling wildly: "Of course the son-in-law chosen by Li Fengan is extraordinary. However, if an extraordinary person like Li Fengan is dead, what will happen to his son-in-law? The general trend of the world is irresistible."
He raised his hand.
"Raise the flag!"
Two strong military men carried a large flag and stood behind Ankang Mountain. It roared and unfolded. Under the bright torch light, the big characters on it, "Destroy the traitor Quan Hai Luo Shiqing", fluttered in the wind.
"I have been told that I, a man of 150,000 men, will follow me to the capital, and I will stand beside you and fight against my rebellious ministers!"
"It is said that all the righteous people in the world will follow me to the capital, and the Qing emperor will be on his side to fight against the rebellious ministers!"
Countless soldiers and horses emerged from the night, roaring like thunder.
"Qing Jun's side! Fight against the rebellious ministers!"