Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

the other side.

Li Hu stood inside the city gate, directing his men to clear out the remaining defenders on the city wall.

The battle at the east gate was over. The hundred or so Liao soldiers guarding the city had been wiped out. Several second-rate martial arts players led their men to search the city walls and confirmed that no one had escaped.

Just as he was about to head down the city wall, a player dressed in gray outfit ran over from the other end of the street, quickly climbing the city wall in a few strides.

"Captain Li." The man ran up to him, lowered his voice, and said in a tone that was hard to describe, "The men I sent out to keep an eye on the military camp have returned."

Li Hu turned his head and looked at the man.

"They say Wu Feng led his men to raid the camp. Just his cavalry from his mountain stronghold, about a hundred men, stormed the western camp." The man swallowed hard. "They've finished them off, annihilated them all."

Li Hu was stunned for a moment.

He stared at the player for two seconds, as if to confirm whether the other person was joking.

But the man's expression was serious, and his eyes still held a hint of surprise.

"Completely annihilated?" Li Hu asked. "A camp of three thousand men, and he only had a little over a hundred of them, completely annihilated?"

"That's what the message came back," the man nodded. "They said they first set fire to the camp, then the cavalry charged in. In less than an hour, the Liao soldiers in the camp were either dead or fled, basically wiped out."

Li Hu fell silent.

He stood on the city wall, and the night wind blew, causing a corner of his clothes to flutter.

After a few seconds, he shook his head and muttered, "This guy is really..."

A hundred or so people storming a camp of three thousand and annihilating the enemy is something a normal player wouldn't even dare to dream of.

But Wu Fengqian did it, and he actually succeeded.

Li Hu took a deep breath, shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind, and turned to look down at the city wall.

Xiong Batian was resting with his men under the city gate. Some were sitting on the ground, some were leaning against the wall, still holding knives and spears in their hands, and their bodies were covered in blood.

"What do you think?" Li Hu began, his voice not loud, but several players around him heard him and turned to look at him, "If we attack the camp now using fire, what are the chances of success?"

The soldiers behind them exchanged glances.

One of the men, wearing leather armor, thought for a moment and said, "At least 70%. We can easily take on dozens of enemies one by one. The only difficult ones are some high-ranking officers; we can basically kill the smaller monsters instantly."

Another nodded in agreement: "The military camp here is different from Wu Feng's, but the defenses should be about the same. At this hour, most people are asleep. If we can set the tents on fire and rush in during the chaos, our chances of success are not low."

After listening, Li Hu nodded.

He turned to look down from the city wall and called out, "Xiong Batian."

Xiong Batian was sitting against the wall when he heard the shout. He looked up, dusted himself off, stood up, and replied gruffly, "Here."

"I'm going to lead a raid on the camp," Li Hu said. "Are you coming?"

Xiong Batian's eyes lit up, and he grinned, "How could we miss out on such a great opportunity? We'll go with you!"

He turned and shouted to his group, "Get up! Stop resting! Follow me!"

The bandits stood up rustlingly; some picked up knives from the ground, others went to fetch their horses. They made a ruckus, but their movements were surprisingly quick.

Li Hu then sent another player to inform Han Yufeng, instructing her to lead her men to guard the city gate and prevent any mishaps.

After making the arrangements, he led his men toward the stables.

The stables held hundreds of warhorses, Khitan horses, large and with glossy coats, far superior to the ones they had ridden.

Li Hu untied the reins of a black horse and mounted it.

The others followed suit, choosing horses swiftly and efficiently.

Xiong Batian rode a tall white horse, with Chang Kun and Mei Ruolan following behind him. All three of them were on horseback, carrying weapons.

Li Hu glanced at the number of people.

He brought fifty soldier players with him, all of whom were second-rate martial artists.

Xiong Batian had over a hundred bandits with him. Although their strength varied, they were enough to fight a battle when things were going well.

"Let's go." Li Hu turned his horse around, spurred it on, and the black horse strode towards the city gate.

A group of people followed behind, their horses' hooves clattering loudly on the cobblestone path.

Once outside the city gate, the official road was pitch black on both sides, with only a few stars hanging in the distant sky.

Li Hu rode his horse at the very front.

After running for about 15 minutes, the outline of the military camp came into view.

This military camp was smaller than the one Wu Feng had attacked. It was surrounded by a fence, and dozens of tents were arranged neatly inside.

Two lanterns hung at the camp gate, their flames flickering in the night wind, illuminating the two sentries standing guard at the entrance.

Li Hu reined in his horse and gestured for the people behind him to stop.

He squinted and looked at it for a while.

There were few lights in the military camp, and most of the tents were dark, with only the camp gate and a few large tents in the middle lit up.

Two sentries stood on the watchtower, leaning against the railing, their heads nodding as they dozed off.

There were no patrolling people visible inside the fence; it was very quiet.

Negligence in vigilance.

Li Hu turned to the few players behind him who were good at light footwork and said in a low voice, "You guys, sneak in and burn the camp. Start with the grain piles, then the tents. Burn as many as you can, then retreat. Don't linger."

The men nodded, jumped off their horses, handed the reins to the men next to them, and crouched down as they made their way toward the military camp.

The night was dark, and the group quickly disappeared into the bushes.

Li Hu, mounted on his horse, stared in the direction of the military camp, waiting.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a burst of light suddenly appeared in the military camp.

Flames leaped up from the grain pile and quickly spread to the nearby tents. The flames climbed up the tent cloths and burned brighter and brighter in the night wind.

Then the second and third places caught fire as well.

Firelight blazed up from several directions at the same time, illuminating most of the military camp.

The Liao soldiers in the camp were awakened. Some ran out of the burning tents shirtless, some rolled on the ground to put out the fire, and some shouted "Enemy attack!"

The entire military camp erupted in chaos.

Li Hu drew his sword, raised it, and shouted, "Charge!"

He spurred his horse, and the black horse neighed and charged toward the camp gate.

More than twenty players and over a hundred bandits followed behind and charged forward, the sound of their hooves shaking the ground.

The two sentries at the camp gate had been dealt with by the people who had sneaked in, and the camp gate was wide open.

Li Hu rode his horse in and bumped into a Liao soldier who had just run out of his tent. The soldier was shirtless and had no weapon in his hand.

He slashed with his sword, and the man screamed as he turned into a white light.

The men behind them surged in, brandishing their swords and spears, cutting down a large number of Liao soldiers blocking the way.

Li Hu rode his horse around the camp, killing people as he went and observing the situation.

After playing for a few minutes, he discovered a problem.

Although these Liao soldiers were numerous, most of them were new recruits.

The levels vary greatly; some are only in their twenties, while others are in their thirties. Few wear armor, and many wear cloth.

The weapons in their hands were also a mess, some were knives and some were guns.

There are very few truly elite soldiers.

They were dressed in armor and looked like veterans; there were only about a hundred of them in a camp, scattered in various places.

Those centurions, chiliarchs, and captains were quite strong; some were at the level of second-rate martial artists, and some were close to second-rate.

However, their numbers were not large; there were only about ten centurions, two or three chiliarchs, and one captain.

Li Hu rode his horse to a centurion who was wearing iron armor, carrying a long sword, and was ordering his soldiers to form ranks.

Li Hu didn't give him a chance and slashed at him with his sword.

The centurion raised his sword to parry, and with a clang, sparks flew.

Li Hu followed up with a second slash, striking his shoulder and cracking his armor, causing his health bar to drop by more than half.

The player next to him followed up with a finishing blow, and the centurion vanished in a flash of white light.

Li Hu continued charging forward.

Most of the tents were burned, and the firelight illuminated the entire camp in a red glow.

Many Liao soldiers had already been burned, trampled, or hacked to death. The rest were in complete chaos, some running towards the camp gate, some towards the fence, and some kneeling on the ground to surrender.

Li Hu led his men in three rounds of attacks, wiping out the Liao soldiers who were still standing and resisting.

In less than half an hour, the entire military camp fell silent.

Li Hu reined in his horse, stood in the center of the camp, and glanced around.

The camp was almost completely burned down, with only a few remaining standing some distance away.