Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 56 Fighting in the Dark Night

The cool night wind was mixed with the smell of blood, and frogs croaked under the quiet night sky. The melodious sound seemed to travel through time and space, bringing Lin Chuan's thoughts back to his distant hometown.

Lin Chuan rubbed his temples and shook his head. He was under too much pressure in the past few days, and he was struggling with life and death every day, which made him hallucinate.

Grabbing the cold saber leaning on the tree trunk, Lin Chuan got up and walked lightly out of the woods. The crisp sound of his combat boots stepping on the dead leaves was particularly abrupt.

The Xing Tu soldiers leaned against the tree trunk and slept with their weapons in their arms. They breathed steadily and enjoyed a rare rest. Seeing their bloody armor and exposed wounds, Lin Chuan couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

On the edge of the woods, on a few thick trees, several sentries are hiding on them in strange postures. They are all selected elites. They have good vision at night and can detect abnormalities from a long distance.

"My lord, why don't you rest?" Sith flashed out from behind the bushes with his saber in his arms, and he was in charge of the sentry tonight.

Lin Chuan smiled: "Didn't you rest too?"

Sith shook his head helplessly: "My lord, you know, I will be in charge of the sentry tonight."

Lin Chuan walked to a rock and sat down: "If you don't mind, chat with me."

"As a subordinate or as a friend?"

"What do you say?"

"Okay." Sith shrugged and walked to sit down opposite Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan borrowed the jug from his waist and threw it to Sith: "Drink a little, to drive away the cold."

"Huh? Brandy?" Sith sniffed it, raised his head and took a sip, tsk tsk: "I haven't had such a good wine for a long time." His face was full of nostalgia.

"I copied it from the nobleman's house in Tres. It tastes pretty good." Lin Chuan took back the jug thrown by Sith, and raised his head to take a sip. The mellow wine flowed down his throat, which made Lin Chuan unable to bear it. Moan freely.

"I heard that you recognized Yun Ling'er as your younger sister?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.

"She is very similar to my dead sister, eccentric." Sith paused, and continued: "But she is very cute and sensible. I like her very much."

"Her parents starved to death. Now that you are such a powerful brother, I think you will protect her well."

"Of course." Sith grabbed the saber beside him, "If anyone bullies my sister, I will cut off his head." There was a trace of murderous look in Sith's tone.

Perhaps only when it comes to Yunlinger Sith will he have such a warm side. Most of the time, Sith has a cold expression, like a ten thousand year old ice, and people who get a little closer can feel the biting pain freezing cold.

Lin Chuan raised his head and said earnestly: "Brother, in fact, let him get over the past. It's a burden to keep it in your heart."

"Thank you for your kindness, good brother, but if you don't kill the enemy, I will have trouble sleeping and eating."

"We have so many brothers who will help you." Lin Chuan held Sith's hand and said seriously.

"I believe in you, brother." In Xing Tujun, everyone has a tragic story and their own hatred, so they are more united.

"My lord, there is a situation." The voice of the sentinel hiding on the tree trunk interrupted the conversation between Lin Chuan and Sith.

They vigilantly grabbed their sabers and walked to the edge of the woods to look out.

The dynasty military checkpoint not far away was brightly illuminated by the torches, and their patrols were performing routine patrols without any change.

In the darkness in front of the checkpoint, there was a slight rustling sound, which could not be discerned without listening carefully. It was the footsteps of many people, who were heading towards the checkpoint at the moment.

"It seems that someone wants to pass through the dynasty's defense line at night." Lin Chuan analyzed.

Sith guessed: "Is Lin Commanding them?"

Lin Chuan shook his head: "Probably not, their footsteps are chaotic, and they probably haven't received much training."

Lin Chuan patted Sith on the shoulder: "Go and wake up the brothers, no matter who wants to attack the defense line of the dynasty army, we can take the opportunity to rush over."

"Remember not to make too much noise," Lin Chuan added.

Sith nodded, stooped into the woods, and went to call the sleeping Xingtu soldiers.

Lin Chuan stared at the darkness, and his brain filtered through: Could it be the refugee rebel army?

The refugee uprising army is an uprising army organized by refugees who can't survive. Compared with the strong combat power and strict organization of the Xingtu army, they are more like a group of mobs. Facing the conquest of the dynasty army, they often end in failure, but the uprising However, the army was like wildfire, always dead and alive, bursting out from time to time to capture the city of the dynasty.

Soon, hundreds of Xingtu soldiers were fully armed and waiting in the woods, waiting for Lin Chuan's order.

Not long after in the darkness, there was a change.

There was a whistling sound, and countless sharp arrows in the darkness poured down towards the defense line of the dynasty army.

Those dynasty soldiers standing by the torches became the priority targets, and the miserable howls were like the fuses that detonated the explosive barrels. Countless dynasty soldiers fell to the ground with arrows in their chests, and some fell directly from the sentry tower. down...

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" A shrill roar sounded in the Dynasty army camp, full of fear and despair.

Many dynasty soldiers rushed out of the camp in a panic, but the next moment, the arrow that fell from the sky had already shot through his head, and the arrow shaft with thick fingers penetrated most of his body, and the fallen dynasty soldiers soon turned into hedgehogs generally.

Those torches stuck on the wall were finally shot to the ground by countless arrows, and the torches that fell on the tent quickly ignited a raging fire, and the sound of the thunderbolt was like a note of death.

A soldier of the dynasty who couldn't bear the pressure roared and rushed out from the concealment, but soon the sharp arrows made him fall into a pool of blood, and let out a screaming moan, and soon the moan disappeared, and the body It has become like a sieve, only the shaft of the arrow is still shaking.

"They have a lot of archers..." Mu Xue looked at the dynastic army camp that was covered in arrows in the distance and turned into Shura's hell-like camp, feeling a little shivering down his spine.

"Hoo hoo! Ho hoo!" Countless black figures flocked from the darkness to the camp of the dynasty army, bursting out with deafening roars.

"Quick! Quick!" In the dynasty army camp, after being covered by arrows, there are still remaining soldiers of the dynasty who survived. At this moment, they rushed to the front of the defense line amidst screaming, trying to rearrange the defense line.

A few miles away, a long dragon of torches stood out in the darkness. It was moving rapidly towards the battlefield here. It was the reinforcements of the Dynasty army in another camp.

"Brothers, follow me closely. Whether you can break through the blockade of the Dynasty Army depends on tonight!" Lin Chuan pulled out the saber from his waist and shouted loudly.

In the dynasty army camp, the surging insurgent army had already collided with the dynasty army fiercely, that was the sound of swords piercing into the human body, and life was worthless at this moment.

In the darkness, dense footsteps rushed towards the Dynasty army camp. Hundreds of Xingtu soldiers led by Lin Chuan all looked serious, holding the weapons in their hands tightly.

A dynasty soldier appeared in Lin Chuan's field of vision. His bright red shirt was like a burning flame, and he rushed towards Lin Chuan. The scorching breath made Lin Chuan's breathing intensify.

"Pfft!" Passing sideways, blood flew, and the rushing dynasty soldier ran forward a few steps before he fell unwillingly into the pool of blood, and a big bloody gash had been cut on his chest.

(End of this chapter)