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Chapter 415 Night Raid Arrived Early
Time quickly passed to the third day.

These past few days, the Miao Mountains have been shrouded in rain and mist.

The winter rain carries a biting chill.

It is cold and damp.

The favorite activity for mountain people at this time of year is to sit around their own hearth, warm themselves by the fire, drink tea, and listen to the elders tell stories.

The soldiers, who had traveled from the Northwest to Shangdu and then to southeastern Guizhou, were clearly not used to the damp and cold weather.

On Eagle's Beak Cliff.

The scouts left behind to monitor the Han Chinese camp soon discovered a strange phenomenon.

There are thousands of soldiers feeding their warhorses.

Judging from the shape of the food they are holding, it should be bean cakes!
"That doesn't make sense. Why would they feed the warhorses fine feed at this time of year? They've been feeding them hay and fodder these past few days!"

"Something's definitely up to no good if this happens. We need to tell Gu Zangtou about this unexpected situation right away!"

"agree."

Their message was relayed in just half an hour.

The unexpected turn of events that the scouts couldn't understand was quickly explained by the clever people around the Miao King:

"Oh no! The Han emperor is trying to escape!"

"If they don't run now, they'll lose more than half their men!"

"Gu Zangtou, we can't wait any longer. The Han people might withdraw this afternoon. We need to move up our night raid plan!"

The Miao King's night raid plan is scheduled for midnight tonight.

Gu poison is most likely to disturb a person's mind at night.

However, plans are constantly changing.

The Miao king closed his eyes and asked the scout who had brought the news:
"Have more than half of the Han Chinese been poisoned by Gu in the past few days? What are the casualties?"

"The number of the leaders is definitely more than half. There were more than 600 corpses thrown out earlier, and nearly 8,000 were carried out yesterday! Those Han people are not only ruthless to us Miao people, but even more ruthless to their own people. They didn't even dig a pit! They just threw those corpses into the ravines and left their comrades to rot in the wilderness."

At this point, the Miao people gained a new understanding of the Han people.

Upon hearing the number of casualties, the slight unease in the Miao king's heart completely subsided.

He immediately ordered the battle plan to be brought forward.

The Miao King gripped a three-foot-long Miao knife that gleamed with a blue light tightly in his hand.

The blue glow is not the natural color of the Miao knife's blade, but rather the venom extracted from five of the most poisonous creatures found in the Miao Mountains.

The blood seals the throat.

A knife wound will surely lead to death.

Behind him, more than 50,000 mountain warriors were all excited, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

These were drawn from hundreds of villages in the Miao Mountains.

They were all young and strong, and fearless of death.

Carrying centuries of accumulated hatred and unwavering confidence, they braved the drizzle and stormed to the outskirts of the Han Chinese camp.

Closer.

They could clearly hear the cries, laughter, and frantic hand-to-hand combat of the soldiers afflicted by the poison.

This frenzied scene filled all the Miao people with unspeakable joy, and they had long since lost their original vigilance.

When someone opened the nearest large tent.

Inside, there were dozens of disheveled people, their faces covered in blood. They seemed to have lost their reason as "human beings" and were attacking and biting each other.

The Miao king gave a look to the group, then led the rest of the mountain people toward the next large tent.

"Pfft."

"what"

The mountain people who were closer to the large tent soon heard the Han man's cries of pain and the dull sensation of a knife piercing his body.

The Miao king was very satisfied with these mountain people who had never seen blood on their hands and were so efficient on their first battlefield experience.

Not bad.

The killing of the enemy was not very noticeable and has not yet attracted the attention of the main force.

Fortunately, it was a rainy day, so all the Han people gathered in the large tent.

The Miao king, brimming with pride, led his people, sweeping through the camp tent by tent with overwhelming force, until they reached the largest tent in the camp, a bright yellow one.

His destination is here.

Before they even got close, they heard someone inside shouting, "Oh no! His Majesty's poison has flared up! Ah! Someone come quick! Someone come quick!"

His Majesty?

That damned emperor is really inside!

And he was even poisoned by the master?

The Miao king and those around him were so excited that they trembled all over.

Dozens of the strongest mountain men rushed into the bright yellow tent with lightning speed.
"Who goes there? Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

"Something terrible has happened! Miao people have stormed the imperial tent!"

"what"

This was a close-quarters strangulation.

The Miao king believed that the poison on their warriors' Miao swords was enough to end the battle in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

At this point in the game, he wasn't in a hurry to enjoy the fruits of victory.

A wave of his hand.

Most of the remaining mountain people who were guarding him also went to the other large tents.

The battle ended even faster than the Miao king had expected.

Before he could even count how many tents were in the Han camp, he saw a woman with celestial beauty emerge from a bright yellow tent, dressed in the standard armor of a Han general.

Surrounding the woman was a group of boys who looked like they were still wet behind the ears!
The Miao king was greatly alarmed. He pointed at the other party and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The stunningly beautiful woman uttered a chillingly cold sentence from her expressionless face:

"Take them all!"

The fifty young bodyguards bared their teeth in unison: "Yes, sir!"

The general gave them the best demonstration just now in the dragon tent. Now, it's time to see their performance!

The boys were very pleased with themselves.

Unlike them, the vanguard battalion doesn't have wild horses, so they don't even have the chance to compete for the top credit.

"kill!"

"Leave no one behind!"

By this time, the Miao king had finally realized that they had been tricked!

The Han people actually pulled a fast one on them right under their noses, turning the tables on them!

This was the Miao King's last thought as a wooden spear pierced his neck.
How can it be?

How could these Han Chinese possibly know how to cure poison?

It was personally administered by the Gu King, the most domineering and deadly of all Gu poisons!
The Miao king stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, and collapsed.

His body crashed heavily to the ground, and his blood stained the soil.

As the Miao king fell, soldiers of the Yongtai Dynasty emerged from the main tent, each carrying a Miao head in their hands.

Where is the madness that the Miao people had previously witnessed?

You asked about the bloodstains on your face?
Oh, that's horse blood!

It was painted on by someone.

The purpose was to feign madness to deceive the Miao people, and then deliver a fatal blow to them after they sneaked into the camp.

"Retreat! Run!"

The Miao mountain people who had not yet entered the camp saw that things were not going well and began to evacuate.

Run! If you don't run now, you'll be caught like a turtle in a jar.

As a result, when they ran to the ravine where the Han army had abandoned the bodies of their comrades, they made a desperate discovery.

There were no thousands of corpses.

The way they looked at their clansmen was like looking at corpses.

The soldiers, seemingly resurrected, raised their muskets and unleashed a barrage of fire.
(End of this chapter)