A light drizzle began to fall at night. The wind blew violently and the raindrops, carrying a hint of chill, fell into the vast wilderness.

Many torches near the tents were blown out. The Wutuo soldiers cursed. When stationed outside, sunny weather is always better than rainy weather. For a moment, the eyes looking at the city became more cruel and greedy. Those people in Rundu can live in houses that are sheltered from wind and rain. I heard that there are countless beauties in Jinling. When they arrive in Shuojing, there are even more good things. The food and clothing of an ordinary concubine in the Shuojing Palace are better than those of the ministers of Wutuo.

Fortunately, it won’t be long before Lord Huyat gives the order for a general attack, and then they will be the masters of this city.

The Uto soldiers looked at the closed city gate like vicious dogs looking at fat meat, their eyes full of greed.

At this time, a rope hung down, and in the night, a figure was dangling from the rope. Soon, many ropes appeared at the same time, and several figures were hanging from each rope.

The patrolling Wutuo soldier said, "Go tell the general quickly, those Rundu people have let down the straw man again!"

Hu Yat was drinking in the camp. Hearing the news from his men, he sneered, "They really think we send them feather arrows every day. Tell the others to just shoot a few arrows. If there are more, even if they are broken, they will not be given to those Wei softbones!"

The men took orders and left.

The rope swayed slightly. He Yan was one of the first to go down the city building. She moved very quickly, but in a flash, her feet had already touched the ground. Before she could stand firmly, she heard a few "whoosh" sounds of arrows being shot above her head. Her heart tensed up, thinking that someone was shooting arrows.

This was actually within her expectations. She had already let the straw men go twice before, but she couldn't prevent the vigilant Uto people from occasionally shooting a few arrows to test the target. These arrows might miss or hit some soldiers, but... there was no sound.

Except for the sound of rain and wind, no other sound could be heard. As she said, she had to endure the pain no matter how much it hurt. Only by treating herself as a "straw man" would the people of Wutuo believe that the rope hanging from the tower was tied to a "straw man".

There were gentle noises coming from the sides, and people were coming down from both sides. Five hundred elite soldiers would soon land on this land. Time was running out.

Fortunately, after the Wutuo people fired a few arrows at the beginning, there was no more movement. Probably because they didn't hear the sound, they were sure that today was just like the past, Li Kuang's trick of "borrowing arrows" and they would never be fooled again. A quarter of an hour later, all the troops had arrived.

Among the five hundred people, three were injured by the arrows of the Wutuo people, but fortunately none of them were injured in vital areas. He Yan ordered these three to grab the rope and return to the city, and the rest of the people followed her to sneak into the Wutuo people's camp.

The night rain became the best cover. The rain curtain covered everything, and the world was shrouded in darkness.

Near the camp, patrol soldiers were walking with shaky torches. The Utuo soldiers were very disorganized, and they thought they were sure to win the battle. They didn't believe that Rundu's small army would dare to fall into their trap and launch a surprise attack. Even the patrol soldiers were not serious about their patrol.

The wilderness was empty, without even a bush to provide shelter, only small bushes and rocks. The Uto people had set up their camp in a very pleasing way, as such a place would not be a good place for anyone to hide. But at the same time, such a place would also make it easy to find where their food and fodder camp was.

He Yan gestured to the people behind her, and all the elite soldiers followed her instructions and sneaked into the vicinity of the nearby tents.

We had to find the place where the grain was stored first. He Yan waved her hand, and Jiang Jiao and Wang Ba followed her. They were from Liangzhou Guards, and they knew each other well and knew how to cooperate. It was the best way for them to find the place where the grain was stored and burn it.

An Uto soldier was drinking in front of his tent. The Uto people were rough and liked strong liquor. They complained that the wine from Rundu was too sweet and did not look like wine, but they were reluctant to let it go. They poured the wine in the exquisite wine bottle into their mouths and threw it at their feet without any regret. Although the wine was sweet, it was still wine. After a while, they felt a little tipsy.

He stood up staggeringly, walked to the bushes at the edge of the field, unbuttoned his pants and was about to urinate. Halfway through, he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder. He thought it was the other soldiers who followed him, so he turned back impatiently and saw a devil's face behind him, grinning at him sinisterly.

When people are extremely frightened, they can't even make a sound. The Wutuo man was the same. His mind went blank for a moment, and he felt cold all over. Before he could utter the word "ghost", a cold light flashed in front of him.

With a slight "thump", his head fell to the ground.

The masked man squatted down and dragged the man's body deep into the bushes. Soon, there were no traces of the Uto people left outside, and a black shadow sneaked into the tent silently.

At the same time, countless "evil ghosts" appeared in the Wutuo settlement, quietly taking away a large number of Wutuo people's lives. Before these Wutuo people died, they didn't know who killed them, they only remembered the ghost faces that suddenly appeared in the darkness, which were terrifying.

Another Uto fell down and was dragged into the empty tent, pretending to be asleep with his head tilted. The two masked men nodded to each other, with a hint of satisfaction in their eyes.

Five hundred people, excluding He Yan, and five hundred evil ghost masks. The young man in black clothes with a stern look said to them, "The Wutuo people believe in ghosts and gods, and believe in reincarnation. They have killed countless people and committed many evil deeds, but they insist on worshipping Buddha statues in every household. If we attack at night, everyone will wear these green-faced and fanged evil ghost masks and suddenly appear in the dark. The Wutuo people will have evil thoughts and will definitely be frightened. When they are frightened, their morale will easily decline. This is our opportunity."

Now it seems to be true. I never thought that the Utuo barbarians, who always boasted of their bravery and courage, would actually be afraid of these ghosts and gods.

He Yan's idea actually came from the "lying thief" mask during the Jiyang Water God Festival. A "lying thief" mask was ugly enough to make the people of Jiyang City hate and reject it. For the people of Wutuo, the horror of the evil spirit was enough to shake their morale.

The tents of the Wutuo people were not close to each other, and the tents of the ordinary soldiers and the deputy general were also far apart. When He Yan passed by a large tent that looked particularly spacious and luxurious, he heard a woman's painful cry coming from inside.

The dim lights in the tent reflected the shadows inside. One could vaguely see a struggling woman and a ferocious man. The Wutuo people's wanton teasing and the woman's crying made the listeners tremble with fear. He Yan stopped unconsciously and looked into the tent.

Jiang Jiao beside him was startled.

They hadn't found the place where the food and grass were. If He Yan couldn't bear it and took action at this moment, all his efforts would be in vain. By then, not only would the captured women of Rundu die in vain, but also the vanguards who followed him to die today.

Although he sympathized with these women, in the chaotic world, women had no ability to protect themselves. Once captured, they would become playthings of the enemy.

Shitou was also worried and carefully pulled the corner of He Yan's clothes. He Yan looked away and waved his hand, signaling them to continue forward.

Jiang Jiao heaved a sigh of relief. With He Yan's righteous personality, he was really afraid that He Yan would rush in without caring and expose himself.

The woman's cries gradually faded away, but it seemed to have never faded away, lingering in everyone's ears. Everyone knew that if they could not burn the food and grass of the Wutu people tonight and kill them by surprise, it would not be long before the city of Run was broken and cries like the ones heard tonight would be heard everywhere.

War is cruel.

After diving further, we saw more Utos patrolling around, walking around with torches. There were also fewer soldiers' tents nearby. There was only one large tent with dozens of carriages parked outside.

He Yan and Wang Ba stopped and hid in the bushes behind them.

This is where the Uto people stored their food and straw.

If so much food and grass were brought back to Rundu, it would solve many urgent problems. The soldiers wouldn't have to be so hungry and skinny, and the people in the city wouldn't have to go around catching mice and weeds to eat. But He Yan knew very well that they couldn't take the food and grass away. If they were greedy, the result would be that no one could leave. Not only would they not be able to take any food and grass away, but hundreds of people would also die here.

The way of war is also the way of giving up. If you want to win, you have to give up.

The Uto soldiers guarding the grain and hay were very alert and looked around from time to time. The torches made the surroundings extremely bright, and they could not sneak into the vicinity and set fire as they had done before.

"What should we do?" Stone asked, gesturing.

He Yan had already thought of this. She pointed forward, then pointed at herself, aiming at the place where the grain and hay were stored.

This was the second method they had discussed before setting out. But this method was too dangerous for He Yan.

Shitou was still a little hesitant, so He Yan smiled and asked him to stretch out his hand. She then stretched out her index finger and wrote on his palm. Everyone looked carefully and saw that she was not writing at all, but just drawing a hill and inserting a flag.

This is to remind them of the scene of fighting for the flag.

When they were defending Liangzhou, they had fought for the flag on Baiyue Mountain. At that time, they had just finished daily training and had never seen what the Wutuo people looked like, nor had they ever known a real battlefield. Yet, on a mountain like that, they captured all twenty flags.

If you want to rob, you must look like you are robbing. However, the target of their robbery has changed from their comrades in Liangzhou Wei to the hateful and vicious Utuo people. What they are fighting for is not twenty irrelevant itchy flags, but the food and straw that the Utuo people regard as treasures. What they seek is not the glory of a small guard, not the first place that can make them proud, but the vitality of the people in Rundu.

As long as five people work together, it was possible then and it is still possible now.

Smiles spread from the eyes behind the masks one by one. He Yan lightly high-fived them and disappeared into the night first.

…

The wind was stronger than before. The slanting raindrops hit people, bringing a cool feeling.

"Did you hear any noise just now?" a patrolling Utopian soldier asked his companion.

"It's just rumors," his companion replied nonchalantly, mocking him, "Why, after staying outside Rundu for so long, have you become as timid as the people of Wei?"

The Utuo soldier did not answer, but looked into the distance in confusion. Just now, he seemed to have heard a faint call. He looked around again and asked, "Are there fewer patrolmen holding torches?"

The Utuo soldiers were all sleeping in the tents, while the patrol soldiers were standing guard outside. The night rain had extinguished some torches, but it didn't extinguish the lights of the people. He walked over and happened to be in front of a tent. The wind rustled the weeds outside the tent and also blew a strange smell. He was not unfamiliar with this smell, and he was even very familiar with it. They had felt it countless times every day in the prisoner camp and in the farm outside Rundu City.

It smells like blood.

Wu Tuobing was stunned. He stood in front of the tent with a torch in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he walked in. He saw that the smell of blood was even stronger in the tent, and everyone was lying on the ground, seemingly sleeping soundly.

If you ignore the large pool of blood on the ground.

"Come here - there is an enemy - the Wei people are attacking our camp -" The patrol soldier had just shouted this when he saw a flash of a knife in the darkness. Then he felt a chill on his neck and fell down.

The torch fell to the ground and he moved his eyes with difficulty. He saw a green-faced, fang-toothed ghost looking at him grimly.

…

The horn sounded throughout the fields outside Rundu City, and countless Uto soldiers were awakened from their dreams.

"The Wei army attacked our camp at night!"

The night and the wind and rain covered up the bloody smell. When everyone got up to check, they found that many Wutuo soldiers in the tents had been killed in their sleep. The blood flowed outside the tents and into the soil in the fields, and together with the raindrops, it watered the land of Dawei.

Hu Yat drew the long sword from his waist, gnashing his teeth and angrily said: "The people of Wei dared to attack at night. The warriors of Wutuo will make sure they never return. Kill all the people of Wei!"

Murderous aura rose from all directions, daggers were exposed, and sounds of shouting and fierce fighting came from the camp.

"Ghost! There is a ghost!" This was the terrified cry of the Wutuo people.

"Where is the ghost? That's the Wei people!"

"No...it's a ghost!"

The black-clad men emerged from all directions, their faces like fierce ghosts, their expressions ferocious, they appeared silently beside the Wutuo people, and easily harvested their lives. The Wutuo people were originally cruel and bloodthirsty, but when they saw the fierce ghosts appearing in the dark, their morale was lost first, and they immediately became a little confused.

Hu Yat shouted angrily: "What a powerful ghost! This is the conspiracy of the Wei people! Look carefully to this general, they are wearing masks! If anyone does not fight the enemy with all his strength and is timid, I will deal with them by military law and kill them all!"

Huyat's words were so powerful that the rest of the Wutuo soldiers did not dare to retreat. However, people's fear would not be completely eliminated by a single word. The masks made by the Rundu craftsmen were extremely terrifying and gloomy. They did not speak either. Anyone who saw them would be timid.

The Utuo soldiers were in a difficult situation for the time being.

On the other side, outside the tent where He Yan was, the chaotic sounds coming from outside could be heard everywhere. However, the Utuo soldiers who were guarding the food and grass only had strange expressions on their faces and did not move. Instead, they looked around more vigilantly.

At this moment, suddenly, a figure flashed, moving very quickly, like a line of afterimage, trying to get close to the food and grass. The Utuo soldiers immediately shouted: "Someone is coming!"

The sounds of swords clashing together were heard, and the Uto soldiers could see clearly that the person coming was actually a man in black wearing a mask... But, only one person?

"How dare one person come to burn grain and grass?" Wu Tuobing laughed and said, "Lord Hu Yat is right. These Wei people are not only cowardly, but also stupid!"

"The people of Wutuo are not only barbaric, but also gossipy." The masked man in black sneered.

"Archers, get ready. I'll stab him like a hedgehog!"

Countless arrows rained down from behind. The most Wutuo people were guarding the granary, and no matter what happened outside, these people would not leave. Because food and grass were, in a way, the key to Wutuo's victory without a single soldier. Attacking a city is certainly more difficult than defending it. If you fight hard, although you can win, there will be casualties. It is better to slowly consume Rundu, wait until most of the people in the city are starved to death, and the Rundu soldiers have no strength to fight, then break the city, as easy as cutting tofu with a knife.

Therefore, Huyate also knew that there could be no room for error in the quality of food and fodder.

The rain of arrows was dense and heavy, but the man in black blocked them with his sword. His swordsmanship was incredibly good, and in the night rain and the light of the torches, his movements were so fast that it was difficult to see clearly. Only black shadows could be seen fighting. In a moment, the bodies of the Wutuo people were everywhere in front and behind him.

Huang Xiong and others who were hiding in the bushes were stunned.

When He Yan was in Liangzhou Guards, they knew that he was proficient in swords, horses, bows and arrows, whips and spears, but they had never seen him use a sword. Jiang Jiao once asked him about it, and He Yan just said, "I'm not good at swordsmanship, so it's not easy to use, so don't make a fool of yourself. When using a weapon, of course you should use the one you are best at."

Tonight, He Yan took Li Kuang's sword. They all thought that He Yan had to do it because he wanted to pretend to be General Fei Hong. But now seeing his exquisite swordsmanship, I'm afraid he is not inferior to the real General Fei Hong. In the past, he was too modest and refused to show his true skills.

No wonder she dared to attack the enemy camp alone at night and burn the food and grass. The rain of arrows around her could do nothing.

"General! Someone is fighting near the granary!" shouted Hu Yat's confidant.

Huyate stabbed a masked man in front of him in the heart, then pulled out the knife with blood. The man fell down, and the mask on his face fell to the ground. Huyate stepped on it and crushed the mask to the ground, then turned and walked towards the granary, sneering: "You don't know your own limitations!"

When Fang reached the tent near the granary, he saw Utuo soldiers everywhere, and in the center was a man in black holding a sword. His sword was as sharp as a rainbow, but he was alone, yet he had the momentum of killing a hundred thousand soldiers. The black rain of arrows fell on his side, but could not even touch the corner of his clothes. Wherever his sword pointed, the Utuo people fell down one after another.

Hu Yat stopped suddenly.

Several Wutuo people rushed forward at the same time, but the sword of the man in black brushed past them lightly like a snake. Several people fell in front of her with a whirlwind. Blood splattered on her silver mask, which was washed away by the misty night rain, and the endless sharpness and hotness, the murderous intent was chilling.

Hu Yat was confused, "Who are you?"

The masked man looked over. His eyes were very beautiful and bright, making people feel cold all over, but his voice was calm, even gentle.

"The beautiful woman walks gracefully on the snow, and the flying phoenix flies freely in the clouds." The man in black tilted his head and looked at him, saying, "I thought everyone in the world knew my name."