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Wu Feng glanced around and said, "Everyone, tie strips of cloth around your bodies to prevent being confused with the enemy. We will charge into the enemy camp in one fell swoop."

Mu Lingyun was the first to tear a strip of cloth from her clothes and tie it around her left arm.

Others followed suit, some tying it to their arms, some to their waists, and some to the hilts of their knives—a variety of styles, but all recognizable.

"Yes, sir!" more than a hundred cavalrymen shouted excitedly.

Wu Feng turned his horse around and looked at the remaining men: "The cavalry will lead the charge. Leave a hundred infantrymen here to guard the city gate, and the rest will follow behind."

After saying that, he took the lead and rode his horse toward the city gate.

The bandits at the gate saw him coming and quickly opened the gate.

Wu Feng rode out on horseback, and Mu Lingyun, Li Fu, and Zhang Heng immediately followed. Behind them, more than a hundred riders lined up in two rows, their hooves clattering on the stone pavement.

Once outside the city gate, the road was pitch black on both sides, with only lights shining from the direction of the military camp in the distance.

Wu Feng rode his horse at the very front, at a moderate pace.

The people behind followed quietly, no one spoke, only the sound of horses' hooves and the occasional sneeze of the horses.

After running for less than fifteen minutes, the outline of the military camp came into view.

The fence formed a large circle, inside which dozens of tents were neatly arranged.

The camp gate was made of wood, with a watchtower on each side, and lanterns hanging on the towers, their lights swaying in the night wind.

Wu Feng reined in his horse and gestured for the people behind him to stop.

He squinted and looked at it for a while.

The military camp was brightly lit, but security was lax. Two sentries stood on the watchtower, leaning against the railing, their heads nodding as they dozed off.

There were no patrols at the camp gate, and no one could be seen walking around inside the fence.

The guards were all fast asleep.

Zhang Heng rode over on horseback and lowered his voice, saying, "As the chief predicted, now is indeed a good time to attack the camp. The camp's defenses are lax; I suggest we launch a fire attack and burn the camp down."

Wu Feng nodded; that was a good suggestion.

He turned to look at the people behind him and asked, "Is there anyone skilled in archery?"

The group looked at each other and shook their heads.

The bandits behind him shook their heads, some even shrinking back.

Wu Feng rolled his eyes.

Ancient archers were a highly skilled military unit, so it's normal that these people didn't know how to use them.

"In that case, you shall wait again." Wu Feng jumped off his horse and handed the reins to Mu Lingyun. "I will go in first to burn the camp. You shall wait until the fires are lit before charging into the camp and fighting."

Mu Lingyun took the reins and nodded: "Yes, Chief."

The person behind him responded in a low voice.

Wu Feng didn't say anything more. He lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his figure darted away, disappearing into the night in a few leaps.

You can approach silently without riding a horse.

He tiptoed through the bushes beside the official road and approached the military camp's fence.

The two sentries on the watchtower were still dozing off, their heads nodding. The light from the lantern shone on their faces, revealing their closed eyes.

Wu Feng climbed over a gap in the fence and landed silently.

The tents were arranged in rows, some with the curtains open, revealing people sleeping on the ground inside.

Some were locked up so tightly that all you could hear was snoring coming from inside.

He first made his way to the camp gate.

Two guards sat leaning against the gateposts, holding spears in their arms, heads bowed, snoring softly.

Wu Feng walked over and slapped each of them on the head with one palm.

The two of them didn't even utter a sound before turning into white light and disappearing.

He took a burning torch from the gatepost and held it in his hand.

He turned and walked toward the nearest tent.

As he approached the tent, he heard people talking inside.

Wu Feng paused for a moment and listened carefully.

What was that noise outside just now?

"What sound could there be? You must have misheard."

"I didn't mishear, there really was a sound."

"Alright, alright, go to sleep. You have to get up early for training tomorrow."

Wu Feng lifted the tent flap and threw a torch inside.

The torch landed on a pile of dry hay on the ground, and flames shot up instantly.

The people inside screamed and sprang to their feet. Some were shirtless, others were only wearing pants, and the scene was chaotic.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Get up! Get up!"

Wu Feng ignored them and turned to walk towards the next tent.

The people in the second tent were sleeping, so he stuck a torch inside and lit the tent flap.

The fabric caught fire as soon as it touched the flames, and the flames climbed up the tent flaps, quickly burning through the roof.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

He ran all the way, lighting one tent after another with the torch in his hand.

The fire spread rapidly, and with a gust of night wind, flames leaped up from the top of the tents, illuminating most of the camp.

Someone ran out of the burning tent, barefoot and without clothes on, shouting as they ran.

Some people were looking for weapons, some for water, and some were calling for officers; it was complete chaos.

Wu Feng threw the torch in his hand into the last tent and turned to run towards the camp gate.

After running a few steps, he bumped into a general in iron armor, carrying a long sword, who was rushing out of the camp.

The general saw him and raised his sword to strike.

Wu Feng dodged to the side and slapped him in the chest.

The general grunted and took five or six steps back, his health bar dropping by more than half.

After he regained his footing, he stared at Wu Feng with wide eyes and opened his mouth to call for help.

Wu Feng didn't give him a chance. He leaped forward and struck him on the head with his second palm. A flash of white light, and the man was gone.

He continued running towards the camp gate.

Flames soared into the sky behind them, thick smoke billowed, and the entire military camp was ablaze.

At the camp gate, Mu Lingyun led his cavalry in.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the ground as more than a hundred riders, arranged in a wedge formation, surged into the camp through the gate.

Mu Lingyun charged ahead, his spear thrusting left and right, knocking down the Liao soldiers blocking his path one by one.

Li Fu followed beside him, hacking away at him with a short axe.

Zhang Heng lagged behind, using his folding fan as a short stick to strike those who lunged at him from the side.

Wu Feng mounted a horse that belonged to someone else, took out the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear from his backpack, squeezed the horse's belly, and charged into the crowd.

The military camp was in complete chaos.

The Liao soldiers ran out of their burning tents, some without armor and some without even weapons, and were knocked off their feet by the cavalry.

Mu Lingyun led his men, charging back and forth between the tents. Their horses trampled over braziers and collapsed tents, while swords and spears slashed at the Liao soldiers, flashes of white light appearing one after another.

Wu Feng rode his horse around the camp, specifically targeting those wearing armor who looked like officers.

The spear tip thrusts out and takes one away, cleanly and efficiently.

Some Liao soldiers wanted to organize a counterattack. Several centurions wearing iron armor gathered together and called on the men around them to form ranks.

Wu Feng charged forward on horseback, spearing them one by one, knocking them all down. The people who had just gathered scattered again.

In less than half an hour, the Liao soldiers in the entire camp were either dead or had fled.

The ground was littered with scattered orbs of light, most of the tents were burned, and the rest were trampled beyond recognition.

Wu Feng reined in his horse, stood in the center of the camp, and glanced around.

Mu Lingyun rode over on horseback, splattered with blood, but appeared to be unharmed. He clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "Chief, the enemy has been routed. About a hundred men escaped, and the rest have been dealt with."

Li Fu and Zhang Heng also rode over on horseback, both of them with injuries. Li Fu had been stabbed in the arm, and Zhang Heng had a tear in the back of his clothes, but neither was serious.

Wu Feng nodded and glanced in the direction of the camp gate.

Bandits were still advancing, and the foot soldiers, being slow, only arrived at this point.

"Take a headcount and clean up the battlefield," Wu Feng said. "We're back in the city before dawn."

"Yes, Boss." Mu Lingyun replied and turned to make the arrangements.