The night at the Reese United Army camp was as thick as ink.
The hustle and hustle of the camp gradually subsided, leaving only the crackling of a bonfire and the oppressive snoring of the slave camp in the distance.
The mercenaries rotated their guard posts, with a strong sense of fatigue on their faces.
The soldiers on night duty of the Mu Nu Group and the Flag Breaking Regiment sat around several bonfires and whispered in a low voice, gradually relaxing their vigilance.
The scarred face of a Mu Nu group licked his chapped lips, and greed flashed in his eyes: "After this battle, I will go to those damn Reese manors to have a good time, I heard that the Reese women are white and tender, like peeled eggs, I want to pick the most watery ones to catch back." "
The mercenary from the flag-breaking regiment next to him laughed and patted the money bag on his waist: "Fool, if you want to grab gold, jingling gold, with it, what woman can't buy it?" Reese's white wine can drown you in the taste of it."
He smacked his lips intoxicated.
At this moment, a group of yawning wind-blown mercenaries came over, led by a man with linen-colored messy hair, carrying several skins in his hand.
"Hey guys, it's a shift change."
He shouted and threw his skin to the mercenaries by the campfire.
"Come on, "Straw" Dick please drink something good to refresh yourself. "
"Dick, you cunning fox, where did you get your Reese wine?"
Scarface took the skin, sniffed, and laughed and scolded.
"Straw" Dick showed a sly smile and lowered his voice: "Where else can I get from? Of course, I went to a nearby plantation to borrow some interest and advance it in advance. "
He squeezed his eyes.
The surrounding mercenaries suddenly had a green light in their eyes, and they secretly scolded themselves for not thinking of this stubble.
They raised their heads and took a few sips, and the sourness of the inferior wine slid down their throats, bringing a hint of false warmth.
"Okay, okay, just take a couple of sips to relieve fatigue."
Dick urged, "Go to sleep, recuperate your spirits, and you will have strength to cut off the heads of the Orientals in a few days. "
The mercenaries on duty at night muttered, reluctantly put down their wine bags, staggered up, and walked to their respective camps.
Soon, the guard posts in this area, along with several key locations nearby, were quietly replaced by people from the wind-blown group.
Dick watched them disappear into the shadows of the tent, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of nervousness and coldness.
He exchanged tacit glances with the other Wind Blowing Mercenaries and pressed his hand to the weapon at his waist.
At night, the dead silence reached the extreme. Even the sound of insects disappeared.
Suddenly.
Outside the camp where Dick and the others were stationed, there was a sound like dead leaves cracking in the dark green bushes shrouded in mist.
Immediately afterwards, it seemed that the thick night itself began to wriggle.
Groups of figures silently drilled out of the shadows.
The first thing that caught my eye was the dragon spirit guard.
Their tall bodies were wrapped in copper-colored plate armor with smooth lines, and the Valyrian steel longswords in their hands exuded a palpitating chill.
As they moved, the heavy iron boots stepped on the ground and only made a dull sound, approaching the barricade.
Immediately following was the most elite armored infantry under Liu Qianmo, whose iron armor made a low friction sound between actions.
Countless pairs of eyes, flashing with bloodthirsty light in the darkness, silently approached the defenseless camp.
Dick's heart on the sentry was beating wildly, almost out of his throat.
He suppressed his nervousness and roared at the mercenaries of the wind-blown group beside him, his voice hoarse: "Listen to everything, don't stand stupidly, open the camp fence according to the plan, and give them a way." "
A few mercenaries of the Wind Blowing Regiment woke up like a dream, in a hurry but extremely quickly moved away several horses and fences that had already been prepared for their feet, and opened several passages to the depths of the camp.
Dick took a deep breath, pulled out his scimitar, gestured at the silent approaching bronze torrent, and then turned around first, leading a small group of wind-blown mercenaries into his camp.
The mist not only did not dissipate, but became thicker.
Dick clenched his scimitar tightly, his knuckles white.
He could hear his heavy breathing.
The wind-blowing brothers around him also tensed their bodies, their eyes wandering between the thick fog and the approaching red copper armor shadows.
The order of the prince and the temptation of gold overwhelmed the tension caused by the backwater.
They are just mercenaries, selling their lives for money, nothing more.
Dick led some of the dragon spirit guards and armored soldiers towards the gathering area of Governor Trigg's tent, slave officers, and mercenary leaders.
the other part of the Dragon Spirit Guards and Iron Armored Elite were divided into several groups and fiercely chiseled into the garrison of the Mu Nu Group, the Flag Breaking Regiment and the Spear Regiment.
The wind-blown group of people mixed in, and the blue and white burqa was the only logo.
"Do it!"
A low, command like a beast's roar cut through the dead silence.
"Ming Yiyi!
The shrill horn tore the night sky violently, a signal from the wind.
In an instant, the dead camp exploded!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! "
Shrill screams echoed in all directions, filled with the horror and disbelief of being awakened from their sleep.
The Dragon Spirit Guard took the lead in attacking.
The copper armor slammed through the humble tent, and Valyrian's steel sword drew a cold arc of light.
The newly awakened slave officers and mercenary leaders in the tent did not even have time to touch their weapons, their throats were cut open, and blood splattered on the canvas with a dull popping sound.
The screams were short and desperate, and they were immediately drowned in an even greater noise.
The governor's tent was knocked open by several dragon spirit guards.
Governor Trigg O'Morun had just sat up from his silk-covered cot, his sleepy eyes loose, and his face still had the anger of being disturbed.
"Who is it?!"
His scolding was interrupted by the tip of a cold sword against his chest.
With the chaotic fire penetrating from outside the tent, he saw clearly the emotionless eyes behind the copper breastplate and face armor.
"You..."
Before the words fell, the tip of the sword had mercilessly pierced into the heart.
Trigg's eyes widened, full of surprise, unwillingness and the last trace of attachment to the manor's wealth, and his body fell limp.
On the other side of the camp, the fighting was even more bloody.
The Dragon Spirit Guards and the Ironclad Elite crashed into the defenseless mercenary camp.
The camp of the Mu Nu Group was in chaos.
Many mercenaries had just woken up from their sleep with horns and shouts of killing, disheveled armor, and even naked.
They grabbed the scimitars, axes, and spears at hand and rammed them like headless flies.
The fire jumped, the shadows were bright, and the thick fog made it difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.
"Kill them all!"
A Telosi officer roared angrily, swinging his sword and slashing down a Mu Nu mercenary who had just climbed out of the tent.
The mercenary only had time to let out a short muffled snort.
"It's the Orientals, and the traitors of the Wind Blowing Group."
Scarface recognized Dick's blue and white burqa, his eyes were splitting, he swung his dagger and roared at a "straw" Dick who was slashing his companions.
"Traitor! I killed you! "
Dick's face turned fierce and he turned to block.
The two scimitars collided together, and sparks splashed.
Dick pushed Scarface away hard and slashed under the opponent's ribs with a backhand.
Scarface ran and dodged, but was pierced through his waist and abdomen by a spear stabbed from the side, and he let out a beastly sound.
In the camp of the Flag Breaking Regiment, Commander Weber reacted a little faster, wearing chain mail and wielding a tomahawk to organize resistance.
But the chaos and thick fog of the night raid made it difficult to convey the order.
His soldiers fought separately and were divided and surrounded.
Giro Reha's pikemen tried to mount their horses, but the horses neighed in fright, rushed wildly in the cramped camp, and trampled on many of their own people.
The heavy cavalry had no advantage in the chaotic night raid camp.
The Prince of the Cage stood on a slightly higher earthen slope at the edge of the camp, looking down at the purgatory-like scene below.
Flames began to engulf the tent, and smoke billowed, mixing with the fog to give off a pungent burnt smell.
Screams, striking blades, dying groans, war horses whining, flames crackling... —
His Wind Blowing Regiment soldiers, after the initial chaos, began to systematically cooperate with the attackers, attacking their former "allies" from the flanks and behind, especially the Mu Nu Group.
Denzel Dehan wielded a long sword, and the "battle poet" shouted the battle horn of the wind-blown regiment at this moment, guiding his brothers to cut the enemy's formation.
"For gold, for the prince of the cage!" The call sign of the wind blowing group is particularly harsh in the chaos.
The battalion of slave soldiers completely collapsed.
Panic spreads like a plague.
They had no fighting spirit and completely lost their will to resist in the face of sudden terrorist attacks and cannibal chaos.
Someone dropped his weapon and knelt down to beg for mercy.
Some people run around like headless flies, trampled on them, and cut them down.
More people screamed and fled to the dark wilderness outside the camp, only hating their parents for having two legs missing.
Liu Qian stood on the edge of the camp, and the fire reflected his bronze nail stomach like blood.
He looked at the purgatory ignited by his own hands expressionlessly.
The night wind swept in the smell of blood and scorching.