Under the cover of night, Yan Xiong walked quietly among the endless camps.
He walked past the tents one by one, and from time to time he would stop.
Along the way, many patrol members of the Tianxiahui saw him and immediately wanted to salute him, but he stopped them in advance.
About two hours later, he checked all the tents very carefully.
However, to his disappointment he found nothing.
In the end, he could only return to his tent and wait for dawn.
Chuck…
With the crowing of a rooster, the sky gradually brightened.
Half an hour later, a red sun slowly rose.
"Let's go!"
"Guests from Langzhou! Get on board!"
Crash...
The loud voice of a boatman came from the port not far from the camp.
The accent is very strong, a very authentic Haizhou accent.
Meanwhile, in the Western Army camp, the major factions also began to pack up and prepare to move out.
On the other side not far from the tent, more than a dozen huge armored ships were already docked there.
Before setting off, Yan Xiong and several leaders of various factions gathered for a while.
Everyone was worried that there was a fourth-rank assassin hiding in the army, and they all wanted to see if anyone had found any clues.
Unfortunately, the assassin disappeared last night and has not been seen since, causing all the leaders of the various factions to worry in vain.
Since no one has found any clues, the gathering naturally cannot last long.
They only met briefly before each going back to arrange for their personnel to board the ship and set off.
One hundred thousand people boarded the ship, although everyone tried to go as fast as possible.
But it took exactly two hours before all the people were on board the A-ship.
Watching the boatmen tying the boats together with huge chains, Yan Xiong suddenly thought of the classic battle of "The Burning of Red Cliffs".
Touched his nose.
He was really worried that this idea might work.
If that Fusang assassin had a bit of brains, he would have set fire to it...
But on second thought, these assassins were only a few people. It was obviously impossible for them to burn all the ships occupied by an army of 100,000.
Unless all of their top executives are dead, they will never allow such a thing to happen.
Therefore, Qi Liancheng's idea of chaining all the ships together for easy support is not a bad idea.
"Boss, everything is ready, can we set off?"
A leader of the Tianxiahui came over and asked.
Yan Xiong looked at the other side and found that except for theirs, all other ships were basically ready.
"Send a flag signal to the Eighteen Cities of Qilian!"
Woohoo…
With a melodious horn, the ship moved slowly and then disappeared into the distance in the sight of the crowd watching at the port.
"Kill more Japanese pirates!"
"Well done, you are all heroes!"
“Have a safe trip!”
Someone at the harbor yelled at the army.
Yan Xiong looked and saw a group of refugees who had just disembarked from the boat.
They had evidently just fled from the front to the rear.
Yan Xiong looked elsewhere.
On the river not far away, boats carrying large numbers of refugees would occasionally approach the port.
Yan Xiong thought about it.
According to rumors, how many people were harmed by the Japanese pirates this time
It seems to be saying that all the cities near the sea in Haizhou were invaded by Japanese pirates.
Compared to the evil deeds of the Japanese devils in his memory in his previous life, these Japanese pirates in this world are no less evil.
It is said that they enjoy killing and have no humanity.
"I never thought that one day I would be able to fight the Japanese! Just thinking about it makes me a little excited!"
Life at sea is boring.
It’s not a big deal for someone like Yan Xiong who has no hobbies, but for those who are used to partying every night, life will be difficult.
Without women, there is no music.
This is simply a boring journey.
In the first few days, all factions were still wary of the Japanese devils.
But after three or four days of silence, everyone gradually relaxed their vigilance and started to amuse themselves.
For the rough guys on the boat, the only fun now is probably shirtless fighting.
Therefore, at noon, a large number of idle men would gather on the deck of the ship.
They were gambling for money in the form of a joust.
Two people come out to compete, and then the people watching place bets.
"Okay! Ma Laosan, get him!"
"come on!"
"Hurry up, use the Tiger Form Technique! Damn! I lost again!"
Everyone gathered in a circle and watched the two people fighting inside, with people cursing continuously.
"Haha! I, Ma Lao San, believe that no one on this ship can rival me except the leader. Are you willing to call me the strongest?"
The fat man defeated his opponent and shouted arrogantly.
"Fuck you, Ma Lao San, you are not even a ninth-rank guy, how dare you be so shameless!"
"That's right, do you think Master Yun is just a decoration? Believe it or not, the God of Death will make you cry?"
"Is it necessary to ask Hall Master Yun? My Commander Xin can take him down!"
The fat man’s words instantly aroused the anger of the crowd, and some people below began to curse.
Among them, a boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old stood up.
"Ma Lao San, do you dare to fight my Commander Xin?"
"Wu Xuan, what are you doing?"
Behind him, a young man with an ordinary look frowned immediately after hearing this.
"Commander, this Ma Lao San is too arrogant, go and teach him a lesson!"
The boy said excitedly.
"Go ahead, fuck him!"
"Brother, don't be afraid, just do it!"
"come on!"
Hearing the noise from this side, the crowd watching suddenly became excited and started to make a noise.
In order to prove that they were not the ones who said the words, the other people next to the two people took a few steps back and revealed their figures.
"Ah! Isn't this Commander Xin? I heard that you exchanged the Red Fire Palm from the gang and have successfully practiced it recently. Come on, come on, compete with me, Master Ma, to see which one is more powerful, your Red Fire Palm or my Wild Bear Power!"
When the fat man saw the young man, he immediately became interested.
"Commander, go ahead! Go ahead!"
The boy was still making a fuss nearby.
Commander Xin had a gloomy expression on his face. He glanced around and had to bite the bullet and go on stage.
"Haha! My leader has always loved fighting. He is invincible in the same realm. You, Ma Laosan, will definitely lose!"
Seeing this, the young man suddenly became excited.
He jumped directly in front of the man who placed the bet.
"I bet my commander three taels of silver!"
"Boss!"
"Meet the boss!"
"Long live the leader!"
Suddenly, shouts were heard from the crowd.
"Go on, you guys go on, I'll just watch!"
Yan Xiong stopped everyone from saluting and looked at the two people in the center of Group A.
"It's fate. Let me add a jackpot. Whoever wins will be rewarded with a martial art. In addition to the unique martial arts, any martial art in the Sutra Library can be chosen!"
Yan Xiong saw that everyone was in high spirits, so he decided to add some fuel to the fire.
"Oh my god! You can't learn any of the following martial arts!"
"Fuck! Why am I not on the stage!"
"Damn it! Xin Cheng and Ma Lao San got the upper hand!"
When everyone heard this, they all showed expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred.