Underworld tactics like using smoke to confuse people are definitely not seen in the military, but among the rangers, it is not uncommon to find rangers who know such underworld tactics. These rangers deal with all kinds of people, so naturally they have many skills. Using smoke to confuse people is just child's play for them.
There is a saying among the knights that the old method is the best method. Something like smoke, which has been passed down for who knows how many years, can still be preserved today and still has strong vitality. This method will never become outdated.
The drug Jia Lang used was the most popular intoxicating agarwood in the underworld. It was a very powerful drug. According to him, not to mention a human, even a cow would get dizzy after taking a puff.
A puff of smoke was exhaled into the airtight tent, and in Yan Liqiang's eyes, the tent became a gas chamber. As long as he entered five breaths later, the people who were originally sleeping soundly in the tent would be like dead pigs, and would have no sense at all even if knives and axes were approaching them.
Zuo Yuquan entered the tent with a sword in hand, and Mao Taishun also entered the tent with a knife in hand...
In the end, the only ones left outside were Jia Lang and Yan Liqiang. Jia Lang was blowing smoke in each tent, while Yan Liqiang was still on guard outside. In the darkness, one could still clearly hear the slight muffled sound of chopping meat and breaking bones coming from the surrounding tents. All the horror was shrouded in those tents.
Xu Meng was the first to come out of the tent. When he opened the tent curtain, a bloody smell came out of the tent. A few drops of blood splashed on his face and hands. In one hand, he held a bulging sack. Judging from the shape of the sack, there were probably four heads in it. Thick blood kept dripping from the bottom of the sack. In his other hand, he held a bloody knife, and his eyes flashed with a layer of cold light...
Jia Lang waved at him and pointed at another tent that he had blown into the smoke. Xu Meng grinned, tiptoed over quickly with his sword in hand, and then went in again...
Just as Xu Meng got in, Zhao Bing came out of his tent. Like Xu Meng, Zhao Bing also held a bulging sack oozing with blood. Jia Lang waved his hand, and Zhao Bing quickly went to the second tent...
The headhunting team had a clear division of labor, just like mushroom pickers, constantly and quickly harvesting the tents one by one.
But an accident still happened. Just when Jia Lang came to the seventh tent and just cut open the curtain of the tent with a dagger and was about to spit out a cigarette, a sudden roar suddenly appeared in the tent, "Bang Gulu..."
Banggulu—this means someone in Shatu language.
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp long knife stabbed out from the tent. The tip of the knife pierced through the tent before the copper tube in Jia Lang's hand. Jia Lang raised his head sharply and fell backward. The tip of the knife passed by his ear and almost pierced his face, piercing his head through...
Oh no, we’ve been discovered!
It was estimated that the Shatu people in that tent were sleeping more alertly, so Jia Lang was discovered as soon as he approached the tent.
"Harunsa..." Amid a loud shout of "enemy" in Shatu language, a Shatu warrior in pajamas and with a full beard chopped the tent open with a knife and rushed out. Seeing Jia Lang still on the ground, he chopped at Jia Lang with a knife. The knife was as sharp as a sword and the movements were sharp. It turned out that he was not a mediocre person...
But the big man's knife did not hit Jia Lang, because as soon as Jia Lang was discovered, Yan Liqiang, who was on guard outside, rushed over.
Yan Liqiang drew his knife, the blade flashed like a line, and slashed along the blade of the Shatu man. With just one cut, the Shatu man's head flew up, blood spurted out of his neck, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
"Let's go..." Yan Liqiang and Jia Lang whispered to each other, and then rushed into the tent.
There were three Shatu people living in the tent. In addition to the Shatu big man, there was another Shatu man, about 20 years old and another 17 or 18 years old. The two men at the back reacted a little slower, but when Yan Liqiang rushed in, they had already turned over in their pajamas and had weapons in their hands. One of them had a short dagger in his hand, while the other could only hold a thin wooden stick...
The man holding the dagger yelled and stabbed at Yan Liqiang. The man holding the stick also raised his stick and smashed it on Yan Liqiang's head.
Compared to the big man outside just now, these two Shatu people are just ordinary people. Naturally, it is impossible for them to hurt Yan Liqiang and Fenhao.
The knife flashed, and the heads of two people flew up at the same time...
Yan Liqiang turned around and rushed out of the tent. Jia Lang had already rushed towards the place where everyone had left their horses. In his hand, he was still holding the head of the Shatu man that Yan Liqiang had just chopped off.
Zuo Yuquan, Mao Taishun, Xu Meng, and Zhao Bing heard the noise outside and knew they were discovered by the Shatu people. They quickly rushed out of the tent without asking any questions and turned around and ran. At this time, they must not be entangled by the Shatu people...
“Go…” Yan Liqiang yelled at the four people, but he himself rushed towards a tent with a knife in his hand.
"Harounsa..."
"Harounsa..."
The surrounding tents were in turmoil, and Shatu people kept rushing out of the tents, shouting...
A Shatu man from a nearby tent just rushed out with a scimitar in his hand, but Yan Liqiang stabbed him in the chest with his knife, then kicked him out, sending him flying back into the tent, knocking the people behind him out as well. Several muffled groans from the Shatu man were heard from the tent.
“Swish…” An arrow flew past Zuo Yuquan’s head, startling him as he was evacuating quickly. He turned around and saw a Shatu man with a bow rushing out of a tent more than fifty meters away from him. It was the Shatu man who shot an arrow at him in haste, but fortunately he missed. Just when the Shatu man wanted to draw his bow for the second time and Zuo Yuquan felt a little cold in his heart, with a whoosh, an arrow flew over and went straight through the Shatu man’s neck, knocking him to the ground. There were more Shatu men rushing out with bows around the tent, but they didn’t draw their bows before they could see the situation around them clearly. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, after three arrows, the three Shatu men with bows all fell to the ground, all killed by one arrow…
Zuo Yuquan took a look and found that it was the arrow shot by Yan Liqiang. At this moment, Yan Liqiang had put away his knife, untied the bow on his back, and was covering their retreat, shooting down several archers among the Shatu people.
In the blink of an eye, the noise in the Shatu camp became louder, with lights everywhere. The whole camp was in commotion, and several Shatu patrols were running towards this side quickly.
"Hurry up..." Zuo Yuquan, who was holding the sack, shouted and ran towards the place where the horses were. At this time, everyone was really running with all their strength. In the ears of the running people, they could only hear the sound of Yan Liqiang's bowstring and the screams of the Shatu people. Yan Liqiang not only covered their retreat, but also seemed to deliberately make a noise, leading the Shatu people who rushed out of the tent to run in the other direction behind Zuo Yuquan and his group, staggered at an angle from Zuo Yuquan and his group.
In the darkness, visibility was low. After Zuo Yuquan and his companions rushed out of the camp a hundred meters away, not many people could see them clearly. Those Shatu people who had just rushed out of the tent, facing the darkness and chaos, could only instinctively chase in the direction of Yan Liqiang.
A patrol of the Shatu people also chased after them, but not far from the camp, the lanterns in the patrol's hands were shot out by Yan Liqiang.
When Zuo Yuquan and his men ran to the place where the rhinoceros horses were parked, there was no pursuer behind them. All the Shatu people who had chased them were in another direction, at least four or five hundred meters away from them. Those people were the pursuers who were led astray by Yan Liqiang.
At this time, many Shatu cavalrymen had already chased out of the Shatu camp, carrying torches and riding rhinoceros horses.
Everyone pulled up the stakes on the ground, hung the sacks containing the heads on the saddles, and quickly mounted their horses.
“Brother Wang hasn’t arrived yet…” Mao Taishun, who was riding on the rhinoceros horse, shouted.
"I'm coming..." The bushes nearby shook, and Yan Liqiang rushed out, jumping onto the back of the horse covered in dark clouds and snow at the fastest speed.
Not far away, the Shatu people who were led astray by Yan Liqiang were shouting and chasing Yan Liqiang towards this side. The Shatu cavalrymen who rushed out of the camp also rushed towards this side. The people riding on the rhinoceros horses looked at each other and found that everyone was there. Zuo Yuquan shouted "Go", whipped the horse whip, and the six rhinoceros horses neighed and rushed away. Behind them, more than 200 Shatu cavalrymen, with red eyes, howling like ghosts and wolves, waving their weapons, gritting their teeth and chasing after them...
(End of this chapter)