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Below the cliff at the edge of the black pine forest, the barbarian front-line supply camp resembled a giant beast lurking in the wind and snow.

Hundreds of cowhide tents swayed slightly in the strong wind, and the light from the campfires illuminated the sheltered valley.

For the Black Wolf tribe, which had just experienced the death of their commander and desperately needed rest, this large camp in the rear was their safest haven.

Because of the stability, the defenses were particularly lax.

Apart from a few simple watchtowers on the perimeter, there were almost no patrol teams to be seen inside the entire camp.

The cold weather made these brave steppe soldiers prefer to stay in their tents, drinking and warming themselves around the fire pit.

On the precipice, Xu Qingshan withdrew his hawk-like gaze.

"Make your move," he uttered, his voice drowned out by the howling wind.

Hou San and Xiao Qi exchanged a glance, and immediately led the four leanest and most agile veterans, sliding down the gentle slope on the side of the cliff like raccoons.

They were covered in white camouflage cloths and moved stealthily through the thick snow using both hands and feet, without making a sound.

The target was the three watchtowers in the southeast corner of the haystack.

When they were thirty paces from the camp's wooden fence, Hou San raised his hand, signaling the people behind him to stop.

Taking advantage of the wind and snow, he peeked out and squinted to observe what was above.

Each of the three watchtowers had a barbarian sentry.

At this moment, the three sentries were wrapped in thick sheepskin coats, huddled behind the wooden planks to avoid the cold wind, too lazy to even lift their heads, let alone observe the movements outside the camp.

Hou San took out the newly crafted repeating crossbow from Bai Zhi's bosom, skillfully turned the trigger, and pushed the fine steel short arrow into the crossbow slot.

He gestured to Xiao Qi beside him, and the two of them locked onto a watchtower, while the other two veterans worked together to aim at the tallest target in the middle.

The cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, lashed against his face, but Hou Sanlian didn't even blink. He held his breath, his finger firmly on the trigger.

Just as a gust of wind swept by, making a sharp whistling sound.

"put."

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Several muffled sounds of bowstrings being released were perfectly concealed by the sound of the wind.

The rapid-fire crossbow demonstrated terrifying accuracy and penetrating power; three fine steel short arrows pierced through the flying snow and stabbed precisely into the throats of the three barbarian sentries.

The three men didn't even have time to scream before their bodies stiffened abruptly, and then they collapsed limply onto the wooden planks of the watchtower with a few faint thuds.

Hou San waited in the snow for a while, and seeing that there was no unusual reaction in the camp, he straightened up and imitated the low hooting of an owl three times towards the direction of the cliff.

On the cliff.

Upon hearing the signal, Xu Qingshan drew his long steel sword from his waist, the blade pointing forward.

"Down."

The remaining forty-odd elite soldiers, like a black torrent bursting its banks, slid rapidly down the gentle slope to the bottom of the valley.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, with no unnecessary communication, only the soft scraping sound of their boots on the snow.

The group quickly reunited outside the wooden fence.

Tie Niu stepped forward, his two large axes flashing up and down, and in no time at all, he cleaved a gap in the thick wooden fence, wide enough for several people to pass side by side.

Fifty fierce soldiers of the Great Qian silently infiltrated the barbarian camp.

Upon entering the camp, a smell mixed with animal manure, mutton, and hay hit us.

Xu Qingshan made a hand gesture, and the team immediately split into five groups of ten people each.

Like a spreading undercurrent, they crept along the edges of the large wagons carrying supplies and the mountains of sacks, quickly infiltrating towards their target location.

Ahead was a large open space with hundreds of wooden wagons loaded with grain and fodder piled up, covered with thick tarpaulins to protect them from the snow.

This is the lifeline of the entire Black Wolf Tribe's front-line camp.

"Lift it up," Xu Qingshan ordered.

The soldiers drew their swords and cut and lifted the tarpaulins to reveal bags of barley, dried meat, and bundles of dry hay underneath.

"Pour the oil."

One by one, the earthenware jars were removed, and the soldiers pulled out the stoppers, pouring the pungent black oil all over the grain piles, the axles of the wooden carts, and even the corners of the surrounding tents.

The kerosene seeped into the grain sacks, emitting a strong odor.

Xu Qingshan was standing in front of the largest pile of grain and hay, just about to take out his flint and steel, when the curtain of a cowhide tent not far away was suddenly lifted.

A barbarian officer, yawning, came out as he was getting up to relieve himself.

He groggily raised his head and met dozens of icy, almost tangible gazes from not far away, along with the strong, pungent smell of kerosene in the air.

The barbarian officer was taken aback at first, then his expression changed drastically. He opened his mouth wide, strained his chest, and was about to shout the alarm of "Enemy attack!"

Just a moment before he spoke.

The long knife in Xu Qingshan's hand flew out, turning into a sharp, cold light that covered a distance of more than ten steps and accurately pierced through the officer's chest, pinning him to the thick wooden pillar of the tent.

But as the officer lay dying, the lantern he was carrying fell to the ground.

The lampshade shattered, and the flame inside ignited the lamp oil, producing a crisp cracking sound.

The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet of the late night, immediately attracting the attention of the barbarian soldiers in the surrounding tents.

"Who goes there?" someone shouted in a barbarian language.

Their whereabouts have already been exposed; there's no point in hiding any longer.

Xu Qingshan strode forward, pulled out the long sword nailed to the pillar, and turned to look at the fifty subordinates who were ready.

His eyes turned cold and sharp, and he no longer suppressed his voice, letting out a loud shout.

"ignition!"

Click! Click!

Dozens of flint and steel struck simultaneously, and the lit flints were quickly thrown onto strips of cloth soaked in kerosene.

Whoosh whoosh!

Fifty arrows tied with burning strips of cloth, along with a dozen or so blazing torches, fell precisely from all directions into the large pile of grain soaked in oil, like a meteor shower.

boom!

When kerosene comes into contact with an open flame, it's like a ferocious beast being awakened.

A wall of fire, several meters high, rose into the air in the southeast corner of the valley, its dazzling light illuminating the night as if it were daytime.

A violent northwest wind swept through the valley. Fueled by the wind, the flames spread wildly in all directions at an alarming speed.

One supply wagon was set ablaze, followed by a second, a third... The mountains of barley and dry hay became the best fuel, crackling and popping.

The heatwave swept across the land like a tidal wave, even causing the snow on the surrounding ground to melt rapidly.

"Enemy attack! Fire!"

"The Great Qian people have raided the camp!"

The entire Black Wolf tribe camp was awakened by the sudden, towering fire.

Countless barbarian soldiers rushed out of the tents, carrying scimitars, before they even had time to put on their clothes properly.

When they saw the inferno at the supply camp, which resembled a living hell, everyone panicked.

Food supplies are the lifeblood of an army!

In this icy and snowy frontier, without food and supplies, these three hundred elite soldiers would either die in battle or starve and freeze to death.

"Fire! Firefighting!"

The few dozen barbarian soldiers closest to the fire carried wooden basins and grabbed snow from the ground, attempting to extinguish the out-of-control flames.

"Form ranks and prepare for battle!"

Xu Qingshan did not choose to retreat immediately after setting the fire.

He gripped his long sword tightly with both hands, facing the leaping flames, and issued the battle orders.

The fifty fierce soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty quickly changed formation.

Hou San and Xiao Qi led the crossbowmen to the second line, while Tie Niu and Zhou Laoqi led the swordsmen and spearmen to the front.

With their backs to the towering flames, they formed an impregnable semi-circular defensive line.

To put out the fire, you have to step over their corpses.

"Kill all these two-legged sheep!"

A group of desperate barbarian soldiers, brandishing their weapons, charged forward like headless flies.

"Release the arrows!"

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The rapid-fire crossbows unleashed a dense barrage of arrows. The dozen or so barbarian soldiers at the forefront didn't even get a clear look at the enemy's face before being riddled with steel arrows, falling screaming into pools of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the barbarian troops' follow-up forces crashed into the Great Qian soldiers' defensive line.

"Stab!" Zhou Laoqi roared.

Spears, like venomous snakes, darted out from the gaps in the shields, precisely reaping the lives of the enemy.

The new battle blade forged by Bai Zhi was incredibly sharp; each swing easily sliced ​​through the leather armor hastily donned by the barbarian soldiers, sending up large sprays of blood.

Flames soared into the sky, and shouts of battle were deafening.

Fifty elite soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty, relying on the advantages of their formation and their superior equipment, stood firm like a rock crashing into a raging storm, no matter how the barbarian soldiers attacked.

As the fire grew larger, the warhorses in the camp began to be frightened.

Hundreds and thousands of warhorses were kicking and pounding the fences in the stables, neighing loudly.

Several horse stables near the fire were the first to be burned down. The frightened horses broke free of their reins and ran wildly around the camp, knocking over the barbarian soldiers who were trying to form ranks.

The camp has been wrecked!

The wind fanned the flames, and the fire was amplified by the wind. The entire Black Wolf tribe's front-line camp descended into complete chaos and out of control.

"Hold your ground! Everyone hold your ground! Heavy infantry, form ranks and chop these rats to pieces!"

Amid the chaos, a furious roar erupted from deep within the barbarian camp.

A heavily armored barbarian lieutenant, accompanied by fifty or sixty well-equipped guards, forcefully parted the frightened horses and approached Xu Qingshan with a murderous look on his face.

Xu Qingshan looked at the menacing enemy general, but instead of retreating, his eyes burned with a fighting spirit even brighter than the flames behind him.

To cut the grass, you must pull out the roots; to raid a camp, you must kill the general.

Tonight, he will not only burn their food supplies, but also break the backbone of this army!