Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

As night fell, the lights flickered in the main camp of the Northern Barbarian Army.

By the dim light of the campfire and a few oil lamps, falconer Burigude was gazing at a hastily drawn map of Elephant Trunk Mountain.

He would sometimes bend down to compare, and sometimes take out a hidden slip of paper with locations marked on it, muttering to himself.

Zheng Yan sat by the campfire, his fingertips stroking the gut-slicing short blade, his expression solemn, and he remained silent.

Zheng Bin, however, could not contain his anxiety and paced back and forth in the tent.

His gaze frequently swept towards Burigud, his doubts growing ever stronger.

He already had doubts about the falconer's abilities.

Seeing that Burigude had been busy for nearly half an hour without any results, his patience was completely exhausted.

"Burigud, how much longer are you going to drag this out?"

"If we delay any longer, the main force of the Han traitors will probably have vanished by now!"

Bregude's forehead was beaded with sweat as he hurriedly bowed and explained, "Lord Zheng, this map is too rough and hasty. It only shows the general area and has no reference points."

"Furthermore, drawing the markings is time-consuming. I am currently calculating the area, so please wait a moment, sir, it will be done shortly."

He dared not be careless in the slightest; if the marking was wrong and Zheng Yan missed his target, his head would certainly be in danger.

Burigude buried himself in writing again, and after another fifteen minutes, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately, he held up the map with both hands and quickly presented it to Zheng Yan and Zheng Bin.

"Generals, please look, the map has been properly marked!"

"Oh?"

A glint flashed in Zheng Yan's eyes, and he snatched the map away.

He leaned down to examine it closely, his tone questioning: "Burigud, could these two markings on the map be hiding places for Han traitors?"

Burigud nodded repeatedly: "General, rest assured, there will be no mistakes!"

"I surmise that the Qian army must have split into two groups, probably because they were afraid that the general would find their main force and annihilate them all in one fell swoop."

This map just happened to solve Zheng Yan's doubts in the afternoon.

His squads, which he sent out during the day, were ambushed and wiped out on both the east and west sides.

However, the two incident locations are far apart.

At first, he thought the enemy was deliberately spreading out their tracks.

In retrospect, it turns out that the Qian army had split up its forces.

"Brother, now that we've found the traitor's hideout, let's act immediately!"

Zheng Bin had long been unable to suppress his killing intent and wished he could kill Lin Feng and the others immediately.

Zheng Yan pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "The Han traitors are cunning. If we cannot annihilate them on both fronts at the same time, the other front will surely run away faster than a rabbit once they hear the news."

"Second brother, we must take both the east and west sides. I'll attack the east, you go and take the west!"

He was determined to swallow both of these Qian Army forces whole.

That night, at 3:45 AM, outside the temporary camp of the Qian army on the east side.

In the pitch-black darkness, Zheng Yan personally led four thousand Northern Barbarian soldiers, silently sneaking outside the camp.

Instead of rushing to attack, he ordered his soldiers to spread out and completely surround the camp.

After Lin Feng's troops broke through the encirclement, only about 3,000 men remained. After splitting up, there were only about 1,500 men left in the camp.

With 4,000 troops at his disposal, Zheng Yan had more than enough strength to annihilate this Qian army.

"General, all the traps around the Han traitor's camp have been removed, but we have lost more than a dozen brothers."

The guards quickly stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

Zheng Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "What a traitor! You're quite the schemer! You've cleared out all the outer sentries?"

The guard gently shook his head: "No hidden sentries were found, but there were lights in the Han traitor's camp, so it seems that someone was left to keep watch at night."

Zheng Yan threw his head back and laughed wildly, his tone full of disdain: "You think you can stop me with just outer defenses and no hidden sentries? This traitor is far too arrogant!"

"Tonight, Heaven will help me destroy the traitors and avenge our past humiliations!"

"Follow this general to fight the enemy!"

He was full of ambition, and in his eyes, the Qian army in the camp was already his for the taking.

Zheng Yan crouched down and crept to the edge of the camp. Looking up, he saw two campfires inside the camp.

The fire had already died down, and several soldiers sat motionless by the campfire, holding their guns; they appeared to be asleep.

"Remember this! When you break in, first kill the night watchmen, then wipe out the remaining troops in the straw tents."

"The people in the cave can't escape, there's no need to rush."

The campsite is situated at the foot of a cliff, with several caves in the cliff, the depth of which is unknown.

More than thirty grass tents woven from grass and wood stand outside the cave, blending seamlessly with the surrounding environment.

It is extremely difficult to detect unless you look closely; it is very well hidden.

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers responded in hushed tones and followed Zheng Yan on his charge, drawing their bows and shooting arrows along the way.

With a series of "whoosh" sounds, sharp arrows shot towards the night watchmen.

Those figures didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, seemingly dead.

Everything went surprisingly smoothly.

The Northern Barbarian soldiers surged towards the various straw tents in batches, ready to unleash a massacre.

But the moment the straw curtain was lifted, everyone was stunned.

The tent was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight!

"General! Nobody's here!"

"General, my side is deserted too!"

"General! They're straw men! These are all straw men!"

The Northern Barbarian army was completely panicked. Only then did they realize that the night watchmen who had been "shot dead" were actually straw figures dressed in Daqian army armor.

Zheng Yan's cheeks twitched violently as he suppressed his anger and growled, "Go investigate inside the cave! Quickly!"

The guard rushed to the cave and returned moments later to report: "General, the cave is also empty!"

These words struck Zheng Yan like a heavy hammer blow.

He let out a roar that shook the night sky.

"I've fallen for Lin Feng's trap! Retreat immediately! Go and support my second brother!"

Since the eastern camp is a decoy, the main force of the Qian army must be in the west.

Zheng Bin is in imminent danger!

At the same moment that Zheng Yan launched a surprise attack on the eastern camp, Zheng Bin's troops also arrived at the western Qianjun camp.

He adopted Zheng Yan's tactics: first surround the camp, then eliminate the traps and sentries.

The difference is that the western camp has more secret mechanisms and more than ten sentries.

As soon as the mechanism was triggered, a piercing sound of a copper bell rang out.

"Chirp—"

"Chirp—"

"Chirp—"

The hidden sentry immediately blew his whistle.

Sharp whistles rose and fell, echoing through the night sky.

Upon hearing the whistle, Zheng Bin was not annoyed at all; instead, his eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

This is clearly irrefutable proof that Lin Feng's main force is here!

"Charge in! A reward of two taels of silver for each Han traitor killed!"

"Leave no one alive, annihilate them all!"

Zheng Bin took the lead, his long, willow-leaf-shaped dagger flashing up and down.

In a short while, he killed two sentries.

Inside the camp, the Qian army, having heard the warning, immediately sprang into action.

Soldiers quickly lined up behind the makeshift barricades, armed and ready.

Soldiers, under the command of their officers, picked up longbows, nocked arrows, and prepared to fire.

Others brought out quivers and weapons that had been prepared in advance.

Although the entire camp was busy but not chaotic, it could not hide their numerical disadvantage, after all, they only had a little over a thousand soldiers left.

Seeing this, Zheng Bin became even more excited.

With over four thousand soldiers at his command, dealing with this thousand Qian troops would be a piece of cake!

The killing was about to break out. Zheng Bin led the Northern Barbarian soldiers, braving a hail of arrows, and charged madly into the camp.

The Qian army had about two hundred archers, and their arrows were dense and swift, which for a time made it difficult for the Northern Barbarian army to get close.

But Zheng Bin was highly skilled and daring, wielding his long willow-leaf sword with impenetrable precision.

With a flash of sword light, all the arrows shot at them were deflected.

He rolled on the spot during his advance, dodging several stray arrows, and quickly closed the distance with the Qian army.

"kill!"

Before Qianjun could fire a second volley of arrows, Zheng Bin had already rushed to the wooden barricade.

He raised his knife and swung it down with all his might. With a crisp "crack," the chevaux-de-frise was cut in half, sending wood chips and ropes flying everywhere.

The Qian soldiers behind the barricade were terrified. All four of them simultaneously drew their spears and thrust them straight at Zheng Bin's heart.

The essence of Zheng Bin's knife skills lies in the word "speed".

It is incredibly elusive and unpredictable, making it impossible to defend against.

Seeing four spears coming at him, he remained calm and dodged two of them by sidestepping.

Then, with a diagonal slash of the longsword, two sharp "crack" sounds rang out, and the lower parts of the two spears were cleanly severed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zheng Bin charged forward, wielding his long sword repeatedly.

The soldiers of the Qian army on the left and right flanks had their legs cut off and lay in pools of blood, howling in agony.

He was exceptionally brave, and the Northern Barbarian soldiers behind him were not to be outdone. Once they got close to the Qian army, they immediately gained the upper hand and suppressed the enemy so that they could hardly raise their heads.

Shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and cries of agony mingled together.

The Northern Barbarian army launched a fierce attack from all sides, completely besieging the camp.

The Qian army gradually lost its footing, and its formation began to crumble.

Just as Zheng Bin was unstoppable and made repeated breakthroughs, a person suddenly appeared from the front.

The newcomer, wielding a gleaming silver spear, flicked the tip and thrust it straight at Zheng Bin's heart: "You barbarian thief, don't be so arrogant! Prepare to die!"

Zheng Bin tried to slash sideways like before, but Lu Zheng's spear technique was sharp and had already seen through his moves. He suddenly withdrew his spear and swept it horizontally.

With a muffled thud, Zheng Bin took a hard blow to the ribs.

The excruciating pain nearly broke his ribs, causing him to grimace in agony.

He steadied himself, stared at Lü Zheng, and grinned maliciously: "It seems Lin Feng isn't here, so it's fine to leave you as a scapegoat!"

"It's alright. We'll send you to your final rest first. Your brother will send Lin Feng to join you!"

After saying that, Zheng Bin launched a rapid attack with his sword, each move deadly, and fought to the death with Lü Zheng!