Under the moonlight, Xue Three's shadow was stretched out to a length that could never appear in reality.
Especially the phrase "acceptance," which spoke of so many twists and turns.
People all long for freedom, and the demons are no exception.
Originally, in their own "worlds," regardless of their success or failure, star or not, they were the protagonists, but after a rebirth, they had to call someone "my lord."
Habit is habit, actually, there wasn't much resistance, logically speaking, calling Zheng Fan "my lord" is quite appropriate.
But if given a choice,
everyone would want to breathe a fresh breath of air.
If the former cannot be satisfied,
well,
being able to breathe is enough.
Over a hundred black-clad warriors trained by Xue Three infiltrated the camp. Some of them were selected and trained by Xue Three during the Shengle period, while others were mid-way street recruits, but all inherited Xue Three's "tradition" and "thinking."
Actually, special warfare tactics have existed since ancient times.
Using elite soldiers to achieve exceptional war strategy is not considered a rare tactic.
But being able to execute it so professionally, with such discipline and planning, is indeed rare in this era.
The most crucial part is that due to the seven demons' influence, early on, Lord Zheng's approach was really that of special forces warfare.
Since the external sentry posts have been cleared, these hundred black-clad warriors infiltrated easily; some were responsible for assassination, others were preparing to set fire at the stable.
Their goal wasn't to kill all the enemies inside under the cover of night, which was too naive and impossible. They needed to strip the enemy's "outer layers" as much as possible in the last stretch of night.
Then,
wait for the main force from behind to charge and completely crush the enemy.
A Ming clutched his abdomen, got off the ground, and stood by Xue Three.
Xue Three, hands on head, hummed a tune, saying:
"Doesn't it feel like using a butcher's knife on a pig?"
A Ming replied, "Just consider it as practice, but did you set the time too long earlier?"
An hour is equivalent to two hours, and neither A Ming nor Xue Three needed that much time, even if they intentionally approached it as a game, in the end, there was plenty of time left.
"The lion fights the rabbit with full force, so if it's training, it should be to the best, the timing is just right, by the time my men finish, it'll be just dusk, and then A Cheng leads the army for a charge, it'll be a complete sweep."
"Oh."
A Ming nodded.
"By the way, have you thought about how to flatter my lord?"
"Thought about it."
"Care to share?"
A Ming shook his head.
"So ruthless?"
"Yes."
"Don't you consider the camaraderie with your fellow soldiers?"
"Not considering."
"Are you that cold-blooded?"
"My blood... is naturally cold."
"..." Xue Three.
The time was up,
in the distance,
Liang Cheng personally led four thousand Snow Sea cavalry, launching a charge just as the dawn broke.
In that instant,
like thunder rolling in from afar.
The Naman Tribe warriors in the camp awoke immediately but fell into panic in the next moment.
Because centurions, the leading figures, had mostly been assassinated within their tents by the black-clad warriors. In the wild tribe, hierarchies are strict and distinctly visible.
People of different status sleep in entirely different tents, really easy to distinguish.
In this regard, they really should learn from Lord Zheng.
The place where battle horses were stored suddenly caught fire, causing the horses to gallop through the camp.
Moreover, because this isn't purely an army camp, the warriors of the Naman Tribe actually brought their families, hence there were tribespeople scattering everywhere in the camp.
In any case,
if this were a drill,
from the Earl's Mansion side, it was the elite forces coming out, showcasing no flaws in combat skills, planning, execution, connection, and other aspects;
while from the opponent's side, they basically made all the mistakes possible.
Liang Cheng's cavalry charged straight into the tribe, knights wielding battle knives, mercilessly reaping lives in front of them, the battle was without any uncertainty, in an instant presenting an irreversible crush.
A Ming unscrewed his wine pouch.
Xue Three turned his head to look at A Ming, asking:
"Going to fill it with a drink?"
"Yes, Fanta."
"Alright, you go ahead, while my lord isn't here, hehe."
A Ming went.
Because as Xue Three said, Zheng Fan wasn't here.
At this moment, Zheng Fan was at least a day's journey away from here, Liang Cheng himself was the vanguard, first launching a raid here to pave the way for the subsequent army. After following the predetermined plan and capturing here, Liang Cheng would also lead the army to detour to the rear of the Naman Tribe's main settlement to assist in my lord's leading of more than seven thousand barbarian cavalry in a sneak attack on the Naman Tribe pasture.
The demons themselves actually lack "humanity," this inhumanity is not intended as a derogatory term nor does it specifically indicate their darkness, but rather it's a simple description given from an objective statement stance.
Xue Three sat on the ground,
resting his chin on his palm,
eyes showing deep thought.
Lately, he has been pondering quite a lot, but the results of his pondering are scarce.
The next moment,
Xue Three scratched his head, revealing a silly smile like Fanli;
then,
he returned to a cold expression, displaying a demeanor of everyone owing him a hundred liangs similar to Liang Cheng.
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