"You're right." Bai Punisher He Jinyin said to Yang Baoping, "Fortunately we didn't take action last night, otherwise both sides would be defeated."

Yang Baoping gave her a blank look: "I said don't think so, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Pang said: "We didn't eat before."

Yang Baoping shook his head: "They are different from Rakshasa - stop talking, he led people away."

Bai Jun looked at the Rakshasa camp - an angry centurion led more than a hundred people into the wind and snow, and even the camp tent was messed up.

Everyone knew that the opportunity had come. Because after more than a hundred people left, the battalion leader of the army ran out in anger and shouted loudly about what was going on, but no one could tell for a while. So the battalion leader chopped off two more heads in anger, and the remaining Rakshasa quickly ran around to avoid becoming the next unlucky person.

"The sword and gun are unsheathed." Yang Baoping shouted loudly, "Kill them all!"

More than fifty female soldiers jumped out of their hiding place and rushed towards the enemy camp in a cone formation. They started to run wildly in silence, until the first Rakshasa, who was more than twenty steps away, found out that they made high-pitched battle cry and knocked on the armor, as if they were not 70 people coming, but an entire army. The Rakshasa soldiers were taken by this momentum, and their first reaction was to turn around and run.

But the leader of the Rakshasa camp was angry, his anger overwhelmed his fear and needed a way to vent. So he roared, grabbed the long knife on the back of a defeated soldier, and when he pulled it out, he pulled a long hole on his neck. He shouted and issued an order, but no one paid attention to him except the few around him, so he launched a counterattack towards the female warrior.

Yang Baoping took action about ten steps away from him. A lightning shot over the head of the camp leader, causing him to stagger, his eyes were lost, and the raised sword could not be cut down for a while. Yang Baoping took the opportunity to jump to him, and the scimitar cut into the crack of the armor at his neck. But the camp leader tilted his head violently, and the tip of the knife hit the helmet only - Yang Baoping immediately put the knife away and crossed him to find the next target.

The camp leader turned around angrily to look for his opponent. At this time, the iron spear in his hand stabbed into one of his knees, and the long sword of another soldier stabbed into another knee. The camp leader turned around and waved his sword to kill the sneak attacker, but the third female warrior who had passed by him danced a mace and came hard on his helmet.

In this way, the charge formation entered the camp, and the leader of the Rakshasa camp was lying on the ground, with his only record of dirtying several knives with his blood.

This was a raiding battle. The chaotic Rakshasa was knocked down by more than a dozen people at the first encounter. The rest, some tried to fight with them, while others ran out of the camp. The female warriors who rushed into the camp immediately turned into two groups, drove Rakshasa in two directions, and killed more than a dozen people. At this time, the other surviving Rakshasa centurion finally remembered the lesson from the last time. After escaping the camp, they realized that their number was still slightly superior, so they gathered together the defeated soldiers and planned to charge back. However, the other two teams of ten people who were ambushing on both sides of the camp came from the rear. The morale that had finally gathered immediately disintegrated like the last time. The two groups of Rakshasa were surrounded in both directions and were quickly killed and injured.

Everything happened within two quarters of an hour. Yang Baoping, covered in red ice, lifted his armor and spit out a mouthful of mist, counting the casualties - five people died and two people seriously injured.

After inspecting the Rakshasa camp, Baishang was overjoyed: "If you can have hundreds of kilograms of jerky meat and these Rakshasa, you won't have to worry about it now."

Yang Baoping laughed: "Okay, leave a team of people here, and the rest come with me to find the other half!"

More than fifty people immediately followed the direction Li Bochen had left before, and maintained their formation on the way. Yang Baoping originally thought that more than one hundred Rakshasa would appear at the end of the battle - because Li Bochen led them away alone, there were only two possibilities. One was that he was killed, and the other was that after chasing him for a while, he realized that this was a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and immediately returned to the camp.

But like now, it is strange that no one has returned for more than two quarters of hours.

"I hope he is still alive. This person is pretty good and can be your good match." After getting the food, Bai Pang He Jinyin's attitude towards these people in Li suddenly improved.

Yang Baoping snorted while running: "I went to find him last night. He was unhappy."

He Jinyin was surprised: "Ah? Why?"

But Yang Baoping did not answer because they saw a corpse of Rakshasa. They were lying on the snow, covered with a thin layer of snow, and their breastplate was cut in half. It was the incision made by Li Bochen with an extremely sharp magic knife. They planned to determine the direction based on the corpse, but after walking out four or five, they found that there was no need - one corpse after another lie on the ground, connecting it into a bloody road.

"What a good knife." He Jinyin said.

"I hope it's not too late." Yang Baoping said.

There were more and more corpses. A quarter of an hour later, they found forty-five. At first, Rakshasa died by a knife, which was basically killed by a knife. It gradually turned into two to three swords. Then the blade began to appear on the neck and face, which seemed to indicate that the person who used the knife was beginning to save his energy. However, along the way, there were only a large group of Rakshasa chasing, but there were no obvious traces of battle. It seemed that Li Bochen was hiding in the dark and killed one by one.

Everyone was a little surprised by this discovery, and Yang Baoping and He Jinyin's faces became serious. They couldn't help but wonder what would happen if such a person ambushed them now.

When he walked more than two miles away and saw more than eighty corpses, everyone began to hope that Li Bochen would not die - because everyone knew how rare it was to be a warrior who was almost a hundred. If he could become an ally or companion, his value could not be measured by food.

Finally they saw Li Bochen himself.

Next to a small hill, more than twenty corpses were lying on the red snow. Li Bochen, who was covered with a layer of red ice shell, leaned against a stone, slowly ate the jerky meat found from the Rakshasa and waved his hands at them.

"You guys came a little slow," he said with a smile, "so I had to kill them all."

Yang Baoping quickly walked over and reached out to him, without asking how he did all this. Li Bochen held her hand and stood up, and the ice chips on his body shattered all over the ground. There were not many scars on his body, and the strong armor almost resisted all the damage.

"You can bring as many people as you want." Yang Baoping shouted, "Now we are partners. As long as we are still in Beiyuan, we will live and die together."
Chapter completed!