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Mu Lingyun nodded: "Five thousand troops, all in position. Ready to attack at any time."

Han Yufeng nodded in agreement: "Three thousand soldiers, take your positions."

Zhang Heng quickly said, "Ten thousand men, take your positions."

Li Hu also said, "My men have arrived and are waiting on the east side of the camp."

Wu Feng nodded, stood up, walked to the tent entrance, and glanced outside.

The sky had completely darkened. In the distance, the outline of Mozhou City was faintly visible in the night, with torches lit on the city walls, their flames forming a line across the top of the city.

He turned back to the table and tapped his finger on the map.

"Make your move when it's completely dark," Wu Feng said calmly. "I'll lead my men into the city first and open the gates. Once the gates are open, you lead your troops in and take control of the entire Mozhou City. A swift and decisive victory is essential; don't drag it out."

Mu Lingyun nodded: "Understood."

Han Yufeng nodded, "Yes."

Zhang Heng nodded quickly: "Understood, subordinate."

Li Hu leaned back in his chair and asked, "How many men are you taking in?"

Wu Feng thought for a moment and said, "Just pick a few second-rate martial artists to follow along. Too many people will only get in the way."

Li Hu nodded and stood up: "Okay, I'll go pick people."

He lifted the curtain and went outside.

Mu Lingyun also stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Your Excellency, I will go and reorganize the troops first."

Wu Feng waved his hand.

Mu Lingyun turned and walked out of the tent. Han Yufeng and Zhang Heng also stood up, bowed, and left.

The tent fell silent, leaving only Wu Feng inside.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

The garrison in Mozhou City numbers at most a little over ten thousand, and he had already scouted the situation during the day.

There aren't many skilled fighters in the city; the guard was a second-rate martial artist, whom he has already killed.

The remaining centurions and chiliarchs were even weaker; they couldn't even withstand a single spear thrust from him.

The only problem is how to control the entire city in the shortest amount of time.

It's easy to break in, but to keep the people from panicking, we need the army's cooperation.

This is also why he didn't take Mozhou City directly during the day.

One person can storm in and wipe out the entire garrison, but the subsequent occupation, pacification, and takeover would require several thousand people.

Therefore, waiting a day until all the troops have arrived before taking action is the safest option.

The curtain was lifted, and Li Hu led eight men in.

All eight were second-rate martial artists, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with short knives at their waists, and their faces were smeared with black ash, making it impossible to see their appearances without careful observation.

"Everyone's here," Li Hu said.

Wu Feng nodded, picked up his gun, and walked out of the tent.

Li Hu followed behind with eight men.

The camp was quiet. The soldiers were gathered around the fire, some wiping their knives, others resting with their eyes closed.

Mu Lingyun stood in the open space in the middle of the camp, with several deputy generals standing beside him.

Han Yufeng stood on the other side, with Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao standing behind her.

Zhang Heng stood at the front of the line, holding a booklet in his hand, talking to the person next to him.

Everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw Wu Feng come out.

Wu Feng glanced at it, said nothing, and with a light step, his figure darted away.

Li Hu, accompanied by eight second-rate martial artists, followed behind. The nine of them transformed into nine black shadows in the night, rushing towards the direction of Mozhou City.

The city walls of Mozhou were pitch black in the night, but the torches on the walls were burning brightly, illuminating them.

The soldiers guarding the city walked along the city wall, some standing behind the crenellations, and some patrolling. Their numbers were fewer than during the day, but their vigilance was not low.

Every ten or so steps there was a sentry standing there, his eyes fixed on the dark night outside the city.

Wu Feng stopped a short distance from the city wall and crouched behind a bush.

Li Hu and eight other men squatted behind him, no one spoke, and they even kept their breathing very low.

Wu Feng looked at the city wall for a while, then gestured to Li Hu.

Li Hu nodded and gestured to the eight people behind him.

The eight men simultaneously unhooked the grappling hooks from their backs, held them in their hands, and awaited orders.

Wu Feng didn't move. He was waiting.

Wait for the patrol team on the city wall to pass by, and wait for the sentries to change shifts.

Half an incense stick later, the patrol team on that section of the city wall moved away, and the sentry with his back to them was looking in another direction.

"Go." Wu Feng said in a low voice, and with a light step, his figure rose into the air.

He activated the Lingbo Weibu technique at full power, taking several steps in the air before landing lightly on the crenellations of the city wall, making no sound as he landed.

Eight second-rate martial artists then swung out their grappling hooks, which hooked onto the crenellations. The ropes tightened, and they climbed up using both their hands and feet, scaling the city wall in just a few breaths.

Li Hu was the last to come up, and he landed without making a sound.

Nine people squatted on the city wall walkway, pressed against the crenellations, without moving.

The sentries ahead hadn't spotted them yet.

Wu Feng stood up, picked up his gun, and crouched down as he walked forward, his steps as light as if he were walking on cotton.

He walked up behind the sentry, slapped him on the back of the head, and released his inner force, turning into a white light without even making a sound.

Li Hu led eight men to disperse, each responsible for a section of the city wall.

The blade flashed a few times in the night, and then bursts of white light appeared one after another as the sentries on the city wall disappeared one by one.

From one end of the city wall to the other, more than twenty sentries cleared them all out in less than ten breaths.

Wu Feng stood above the city gate and glanced down.

Two rows of guards stood at the city gate, a dozen or so in total. Some were yawning, while others were talking in hushed tones.

Several wooden stakes were stuck behind the city gate to prop it up, and the bolt was thick and long.

"Down," Wu Feng said in a low voice, then flipped over and jumped down from the city wall, landing inside the city gate.

It landed silently.

As soon as Wu Feng stepped into the city, several guards rushed towards him.

Holding a spear, he paused for a moment when he saw him suddenly appear inside the city gate, then raised his spear to thrust.

Without wasting words, Wu Feng twirled the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear in his hand and swept the tip out horizontally.

Before the first guard spear could be handed over, the tip of the spear had already grazed his neck in a flash of white light.

He turned to run the second time, but was stabbed through the back with a bullet, a flash of white light.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

One shot, one kill; clean and efficient.

Li Hu led the eight men down the city wall and headed straight for the city gate after landing.

Several people worked together to pull off the bolt and push open the pillars supported by the wooden beams, and the two heavy wooden doors slowly opened to the sides.

The sound of the door hinges turning carried far into the night.

A bugle call sounded in the distance.

Woo-woo-woo-woo

The deep sound of horns echoed through Mozhou City, followed by the ringing of bells, one after another, urgent and rapid, coming from the direction of the city center.

The city's garrison was alerted.

Wu Feng glanced at the direction of the watchtower in the distance. Several sentries were standing on the tower looking down. When they saw the city gate open, one of them shouted at the top of his lungs and then ran down to report the news.

He pursed his lips.

So what if we get caught? It doesn't matter.

Wu Feng lightly touched the ground with his feet and used his lightness skill to rush over quickly, arriving at the watchtower in a few leaps.

He pushed off the tower twice with his toes, and his body rose up from the ground, landing lightly on the top of the watchtower.

The two sentries had just reached the stairwell and hadn't even had a chance to go down when Wu Feng took them both out with a single shot.

A flash of white light, and then silence fell over the watchtower.

The bells and horns were still ringing, and the entire city of Mozhou was awakened.

In the distance, a large number of soldiers poured out of their barracks on the street. Some were not even fully armored, and some did not even have their weapons in their hands. They ran haphazardly toward the city gate.

Wu Feng stood on the watchtower, leaned the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear to the side, crossed his arms, and watched the soldiers rushing into the city in the distance.