"Come on, brother, drink..." A group of drunken guards surrounded the Swiss camp. They usually didn't dare to drink so unscrupulously, but today they heard their boss say that the nonsense Diticon was finally going to surrender, and everyone could breathe a sigh of relief. So, these guards who should have been on duty surrounded by the bonfire and took out the wine they had hidden on weekdays, drinking and chatting and spanking as if no one was around.

"I tell you, I heard that our marquis head who looks so beautiful is a real chicken guy. Tsk, you have to be careful." A man with red skin, drinking, could no longer hold on his mouth. No matter how he looked at it, he looked a little vulgar.

"No, I saw two noble ladies entering his camp today. How could they be chicken lovers?" A young guard next to him seemed unwilling to believe it, because he was about to be transferred to be the Marquis's personal guard. Upon hearing this news, he slammed two cold wolves and quickly took another sip of wine.

"Hehe, Lord Guard, don't be so nervous. Lord Marquis has more than 100 guards, each with tender skin and tender flesh, and may not be able to take you on the turn." Another middle-aged guard said, looking at the young guard's butt with malicious expressions, "Besides, what's so strange about this? Let me tell you, there is a guy in our village, haha, that's cruel, I like and..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a few sounds of breaking through the air, bringing up a blood mist. As soon as the middle-aged guard's wine bottle was lifted, he was shot through by a feather arrow. Now his face was wet, and he was completely scared, not knowing whether the liquid slipped on his face was wine or blood.

However, another feather arrow did not give him any more time to fear, and directly penetrated his spine. The middle-aged guard realized what was going on and wanted to shout loudly, but found that he could do nothing and could only fall heavily into the bonfire.

As if two hundred hell messengers were teleported out from the black hole, the Qin cavalry camp had a neat sound of horse hooves, although not loud, but on this lonely night, it was like a cowhide drum, and the drum beats hit the Swiss people still sleeping.

After the guards of the Swiss camp were killed effortlessly by the Xiqin Crossbow Camp, nothing could stop the charge of the Ranger Camp. However, this time, the Ranger Camp's mission was not to kill the enemy, but to a burning torch on his hands, and more than a dozen unlit torches were tied between his legs. Whenever he encountered the Swiss camp tent, he set fire to the fire.
Chapter completed!