The night was dark, and the wind blew through the woods, making a rustling sound.

Pan Long changed into pure black clothes, walked quietly in the bushes near the road, and gradually approached the army in the distance.

Perhaps fearless, the Empire's Holy Legion was directly stationed on the avenue about ten miles away from Runa Village. Two or three hundred people divided dozens of tents, large and small, covering the road.

There were a few rows of horses in front of the barracks, with sharp tips facing outside, and only one person was allowed to walk by in the middle. There were also several fully armed sentries looking around behind the horses, always vigilant.

Pan Long saw it from afar and frowned.

If the enemy is just a group of mobs, then no matter how many people are, it is not scary. It is nothing more than rushing in, shouting "Enemy attack" and other things, running everywhere, setting fires everywhere, as long as chaos is caused, even a hundred thousand troops can collapse on their own.

But the army in front of us is obviously not the kind of native chickens, tiles and dogs.

As he knew, although the name of the Supreme Saint Legion was very loud, the soldiers were actually very poor, and most of them were scumbags such as gangsters and bandits. Such a group of people relied on the backbone of the only Divine Cultist believers with the "Supreme Saint" Israel as the core. Only by relying on the cruel rule that kills people can they be unified and called an army.

But what I saw in front of me was not like this.

The quality of this army cannot be considered very high, but it is definitely not a waste of money that is about to collapse.

Pan Long looked carefully for a while, thought for a long time, then turned around and drilled into the deeper woods.

The road to Runa Village is surrounded by woods. Although it is not as dense as the original forest, with the help of the night, it is enough for him to play "secret in".

After about half an hour, he circled a lot and came to the place close to the middle of the Freis Army barracks.

The army here is obviously not as vigilant as the entrance to the military camp. Although the bonfires are burning, illuminating the night light, no one is watching the bonfires and people are hiding in the tent.

This world is now late winter and early spring. The weather is quite cold at night, so standing guard is a hard job.

Although Israel's rule was cruel, he knew that he could not force the soldiers too hard. So as long as the sentry was loyal to his duties, he turned a blind eye to other aspects.

Anyway, this legion does not need to face the strong army of various countries, but is just used to eliminate pagans. Pagans are just a group of civilians. The army that massacres civilians can be used as they are just a carefree one, and they don’t need to be too powerful.

It would be better to say that if this army is of high quality, then he would have to worry about whether they would pay attention to the so-called knight virtues and would rather die than swing the knife at the unarmed person...

Now this army formed by the scumbags is in line with Israel's needs.

Pan Long bent down and almost pressed against the ground, slowly approaching the Freis army's barracks. Soon, he arrived on the side of the road, and was less than ten steps away from the nearest tent.

At this time, the night wind was quite strong, and the sound of rustling in the woods was endless, which was the best cover.

Not all the soldiers in the tent were asleep. For example, in front of him, he heard someone chatting inside about burning, killing and looting in Luna Village tomorrow.

One person said he wanted to grab more money and used it for food, drink, and gambling. The other person said he didn't have to be so troublesome. He just robbed a beautiful girl and played whatever she wanted. He could play until he died, without spending a single copper coin.

(Thinking beautifully! Whether you have tomorrow or not is not sure!)

Pan Long sneered in his heart. He had decided that if he had the chance, he would rush into the tent and kill him. Even if he didn't have the chance, he would set fire to the tent.

Life is so short, how can there be so many tomorrows left for you! I will die tonight!

Instead of continuing to approach slowly, he walked forward along the roadside until he saw the sentry again, and stopped.

The sentries stood at the end of the camp, guarding a most gorgeous tent with the green crescent sign and a golden hat, obviously urging for the "Sage" Israel.

Although the Supreme Saint Legion is a group of mobs, the only Divine Cult believers, as the core of the legion, are well-trained. The sentry team stands well and basically surrounds the tents, leaving no room for infiltrating into the raid.

Pan Long secretly complained in his heart, but he did not approach him rashly. Instead, he took a breath slowly and untied a black cloth bag from behind. There were seven or eight rows of pineapple torches prepared by the village chief and his friends for him.

(Haha, let me represent the people of Luna Village and give you a "warm" welcome!)

He took out a piece of turtle, without using a scythe or something. He just used his internal force to rub it, and the flammable turtle turned into a small ball of flame, fell on the torch and ignited instantly.

The fire in the dark was very obvious, and a sentry immediately looked at it. He shouted "Who is where?" and took another step and ran to the place where the fire came.

As he shouted, the other sentries were alert, some followed him, some were more alert to the surroundings, and some even entered the tent and reported to Israel.

Their reaction was very fast, but it was still too late.

The sentry had just run five or six steps and heard the roar of "Axhu Axba" coming from the fire, and then torches were thrown one by one on top of the tents. The ordinary soldiers of the Supreme Saint Legion did not use marching tents with certain fire resistance, but ordinary linoleum tents, which burned when they encountered fire. In just a blink of an eye, several large balls of fireballs were burned out.

That's not all. Pan Long threw the torch and drew his sword and rushed into the military camp. The first target was the tent he had just identified.

With a sword, he slashed through the tent and rushed in, and saw that about a dozen vicious soldiers of Freis were hurriedly putting armor on their bodies. Seeing him rushing in, they looked panicked and didn't know what to do.

Among them, there was a warrior who shouted, raised his spear and rushed towards him. He listened to the sound, but he was one of the two people who had just spoken, the one who was yelling to grab more points.

This guy is tall and big, and he looks like he is charging with a spear. But he is obviously not qualified to scare the men in the North.

Pan Long did not retreat but advanced, rushed towards the spear. When he was about to be stabbed, his body tilted and avoided the spear. At the same time, he waved the sword in his hand. The scarlet and blood-red sword of slaughter accurately cut across the soldier's neck. The head immediately flew up, and blood rushed straight to the ceiling of the tent like a fountain.

The other soldiers were dazed. They had never seen anyone rushing up to chop people against the spear!

Pan Long would not be dazed, his steps were fast, and he rushed into the crowd in a blink of an eye. His blood-colored sword was waving, and the screams continued, and blood was spurting all over the ground.

In just over a dozen seconds, the dozen soldiers in the tent had already died all over the ground. He then waved his sword and cut through the other side of the tent, rushed out, and rushed directly into the woods on the other side.

He rushed to the depths of the woods in one breath. He stopped and looked back. He saw that the Frys military camp was in chaos, and several tents had become big burning torches. The soldiers who were burning on their bodies made miserable screams and were asking for help from their colleagues.

The trusted guards of Israel's "The Most Saint" yelled angrily, wanting to stabilize the situation. But the entire military camp has been in chaos, so how could they stabilize!

(Haha, I wish you a happy sleep tonight.)

Pan Long smiled proudly and turned around and walked towards the direction of Luna Village.

He felt a little regretful. Judging from the appearance of the mob, he obviously had no experience in dealing with the night attack. If he could have a few reliable helpers, such as the good guys who grew up in the north like Han Feng, who could ride a fierce horse and drive hard skills, and could kill the enemy immediately, he would dare to make some noise and attract the Supreme Saint Legion, and then take advantage of the night to attack directly.

A wave of rockets, a round of guns, a horse stomped on a spear and bayonet, and only two or three hundred miscellaneous soldiers who have been scared into frightened birds can defeat them in two or three minutes at most!)

Unfortunately, there were no happy friends in Dingfeng Town here. He didn't even have a decent war horse.

There are indeed a few horses in Runa Village, and the village chief also suggested that he ride over on the road. But when he saw it, he saw that all these horses were slow horses, and they could only carry goods as animal powers, and they could not carry the knights to charge into battle. So he simply didn't need to, just run over and just ran over.

Anyway, if a martial arts master like him is sure that he will not be attacked on the road, he can rest after arriving at the place. The speed of running is actually not inferior to that of a war horse, and it is even slightly better.

However, when I ran to the place, my strength had been consumed for 40% to 50%. How could I fight?

"Oh! There are really no decent people in the village, and there is not even a decent master in the village. If I could have a few helpers, I could ambush them on the road, and keep them so scared that they might not dare to fight and run away..."

As Pan Long walked, he sighed secretly in his heart, feeling that this battle tonight was still good. Suddenly, his heart moved slightly and felt inexplicably dangerous.

(who?!)

He subconsciously flashed to the side, and only the sound of the wind roared, a black figure passed by, and the bright sword light reflected the moonlight falling from the trees, a slight flash, which was terrifying.

(When did I get caught up!)

Pan Long was shocked and did not expect that he would be so close to the enemy.

He hurriedly took a few steps back and opened the distance between each other. But he saw the man opposite him small, wrapped in a black robe, only showing his eyes, and no characteristics were visible. The only conspicuous ones were the green crescent sign on his chest and the short knife with cold light on his hands.

(Is he the only assassin of the Divine Cult? Isn’t this an enemy that you will encounter later? By the way, Israel is the only high priest of the Divine Cult, and of course there are assassins around him. After all, assassins and witches are the two major signs of the Divine Cult, and it is strange that nothing is wrong!)

His thoughts flashed through his mind and he became more alert.

Although this world is based on his memory, it may not be exactly the same as his memory. Some of the contents that are taken for granted will be added.

If you take it for granted, you will suffer a loss.

The assassin looked at him coldly, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, like a robot. At this time, Ye Feng was quite cold, but the assassin's eyes were clearly colder than Ye Feng, which made people shudder.

The only assassins of the Divine Cult are extremely dangerous and vicious. They have received harsh training since childhood. The training content even includes dissecting their companions who are together day and night. As for other crazy content, it is no problem. After these trainings, every assassin of the Divine Cult has a heart of iron. Once they receive orders, only death can stop them.

Obviously, the order received by the assassin was to chase and kill those who set fire in the military camp.

"It seems that you don't plan to let me leave."

Pan Long sneered, and a red light flashed in his hand. He pulled out the Slaying Sword from the scabbard and posed for a fighting pose.
Chapter completed!