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Chapter 173: Going straight to Huanglong (Part 1) (2)

The flying dragon soldiers were carefully selected soldiers. Although they could not deal with masters such as Murong Chuan and Li Ge, they were very relaxed to deal with these ordinary Yuan troops. There were only more than ten arrows, and the arrows were strong and accurate, and they instantly solved the Yuan army post on the arrow tower.

Zhao Dongting praised him slightly. Su Quandang did train the Flying Dragon Army well and had already become a prototype of modern special forces. Just when they mature and integrate various skills, they will definitely be a ghost army that can make the enemy frightened but cannot touch their tracks in the future.

Hundreds of flying dragon soldiers continued to rush towards the Yuan army camp without any pause.

The rain hit her face with a burning pain. The blood from the Yuanjun sentry dripped into the land along the gaps in the arrow tower, and was soon fused by the turbid mud and water, and disappeared quietly.

The Yuan army was not prepared for the fact that there would be someone coming here, and the defense was not dense. Zhao Dongting and the others rushed to more than a hundred meters in front of the camp gate, and the Yuan soldiers guarding the gate saw them in the vague afterglow. Immediately, the Yuan army shouted, and the intelligent soldiers hurriedly closed the door.

However, the Flying Dragon Army's horses had fully opened fire, and the distance of 100 meters was only a few moments. Before the door was closed, several soldiers who were pushing the door were shot to the ground by cold arrows.

The Flying Dragon Army covered the sword and waved the blades together. With a flash of cold light, more than ten Yuan soldiers guarding the gate were chopped over to the ground. Zhao Dongting did not take action, but rushed straight towards the tent where Jesul was with his sword.

The two Yuan army guards of the team of ten people did not stop them for five seconds. However, the screams here suddenly exploded in the sound of rain, which alarmed the Yuan army in the camp. In just a few dozen breaths, the Yuan army team rushed over from all over the place to resist Zhao Dongting and the others.

Zhao Dongting led the way, and suddenly there were more than ten Yuan soldiers in front of him trying to block the way. He gritted his teeth and when he rode his horse, his long sword slashed towards the head of the Yuan army beside him. He knew that if he wanted to become an eternal emperor in this chaotic world, he would have to train his courage.

Since ancient times, the kings who have emerged in troubled times have either heroes or treacherous heroes, and their hands must be stained with blood.

Swish!

In the past two months, Zhao Dongting's swordsmanship has made considerable progress. The Yuan army hastily failed to avoid it, and his long sword directly cut his head off.

A stream of blood gushed out from the broken mouth.

Fortunately, Zhao Dongting's horse was extremely fast. Before he saw this scene, the horse had already galloped over, otherwise he would have to vomit it out.

Even so, his face was a little pale now, his lips were trembling, and his whole body was trembling.

This is a kind of deep fear and an extremely complex feeling.

The flying dragon soldiers immediately followed rushed up, and the remaining Yuan soldiers were poked to death on the ground without any resistance.

This is a ghost army on a rainy night.

Boom!

Suddenly there was a cannon on both sides of the Yuan army camp, and a huge fire broke out in the Yuan army camp.

The Yuan army was guarding the base camp with only more than 3,000 soldiers left. Two camp tents were unlucky and were directly bombed by two shells and all the people and the tents.

The soldiers guarding everywhere hurriedly got on the horse, but after getting on the horse, they suddenly realized that they didn't know where to go.

A sudden explosion in the camp, but what about the enemy? Where is the enemy?

The night was getting darker and there was light rain. They couldn't figure out where Zhao Da and Zhao Hu were.

This was not until the sound of cannons rang several times that the Yuan army finally figured out some smell and ran to the camp left and right.

Of course, some soldiers rushed towards Zhao Dongting and others who were breaking through the back door in the rain.

The original three thousand yuan army, after such a differentiation, immediately seemed even more like a loose sand.

Zhao Dongting was killing, and he felt like he was throwing his jar and getting more and more comfortable. Le was by his side for free, so he didn't have to worry about the weapons of the Yuan army being able to poke him.

Battles on the battlefield are the most gritting people, and Zhao Dongting's heart seems to gradually become harder.

In Jesul's tent, Jesul's face looked very ugly.

He was just hugging a plump dancer who was drinking, listening to music and enjoying dances, thinking about when the army could defeat all the soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty. However, the sudden cannon fire made the dancers scream and ran around with their heads in their arms. The sound of silk and bamboo in the camp also stopped abruptly, and the harsh sound of the strings breaking.

The plump dancer was feeding Jessul wine, but after the loud noise, all the wine was fed to Jessul's chest.

He was wearing armor, and the temperature dropped sharply at this time. It was so comfortable that it was not too much.

However, Jesul had no intention of calculating the dancer. He stood up and immediately realized that it was the Song army attacking the camp.

It must be a small army attacking the camp!

Jesul dared to conclude that the Song army could not draw out a large number of troops to attack the camp, and the attack on the camp was inconvenient to many people.

He has been following Ali Hague to fight in the north and north over the years, and he has the ability to do it. He heard the explosions at both ends, thought for a moment, and fully understood Zhao Dongting's plan. The two cannons were obviously just a trick to lure the enemy. The real killing move was the hundreds of black-clad Song troops reported to the back door of the camp by the soldiers.

He quickly asked the messengers to recall the soldiers who were slaughtering at both ends.

However, several minutes had passed, but he only heard the sound of cannons, but did not hear the sound of gold. This made him feel a vague premonition.

Outside the camp, there were only more than 400 elite soldiers left. Jesul didn't know if this amount of troops could be delayed until the soldiers rushed back.

Song Jun is so cunning.

He would rather pay such a big price to fight head-on, but he would only be willing to get the opportunity to attack the camp.

Jesul felt like he met a strong opponent, and at the same time he wanted to go home and his mother. It was too brain-struggle to fight.

Why did the Song army attack the camp in a fucking way?

He kicked the desk in front of him down and said angrily: "Go and invite Mr. Tong and the others here!"

There are many martial arts forces that depend on the Yuan Dynasty now, and almost all the armies have good players in the world. Jesul commanded tens of thousands of troops, so there are naturally such people in the army.

Soon, dozens of arrogant and old people, holding various weapons, came into the tent.

Jesul felt a little relieved and said, "There is a Song army who wants to attack my general's camp. I'm sorry."

The old man in the leader was energetic, his temples were bulging high, and he bowed: "You are polite, General, we should relieve our worries for the general!"

As he said that, he sat down at the desk next to the camp, and it seemed that he did not take the Song army attacking the camp seriously at all.

A few more minutes later.

The shouts of killing were approaching, and there was also the sound of horse hooves splashing mud and water.
Chapter completed!