The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

It was late at night, at midnight, and heavy rain was pouring down like ink poured by God, shrouding the town of Jinling in chaos.

The Jin army's shadow team was like a ghost in the night. It split into four and, under the cover of heavy rain, quietly approached the four camps outside the city in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest.

This heavy rain was undoubtedly a godsend, providing perfect cover for their actions tonight.

Completely different from the Shura Team of the Eighth Legion, the Shadow Team of the Fourteenth Legion is composed entirely of hidden warriors. Their figures are looming in the night like ghosts.

The arrow that hit Yi Shuirou was shot by them.

At this moment, they took advantage of the double cover of night and heavy rain to sneak out of the city quietly, just to find out the strength of the enemy.

It was late at night and the rain suddenly came. Thunder rumbled in the sky incessantly.

The shadow team led by Wan Hou, a total of ten people, sneaked quietly, aiming directly at the northern camp of the Hongxing Army.

Dark clouds covered the moon, the night was as dark as ink, and the heavy rain swallowed up the lights in the camp one by one, making it pitch black all around.

They avoided the camp gate and quietly approached the eastern wall of the village. The ten of them crawled on the ground, covered in mud, almost blending into the night.

As the distance shortened to only ten steps away, on the wall of the village, the enemy sentry wearing a bamboo hat stood motionless, and the patrol team hurried back and forth in the rain, showing amazing discipline and perseverance.

Wan Hou and others stared with bated breath, secretly admiring him in their hearts.

In the pouring rain, the soldiers of the Hongxing Army were still able to stand still, showing extraordinary endurance, which was amazing.

He glanced at his men on his left and right, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and nodded slightly towards the village wall, silently conveying orders: wait until the patrol team goes far away, it will be their opportunity to act.

The members of the Shadow Team understood what he meant and nodded in response.

When the patrol reached the edge of the village wall in front of them, they suddenly stopped. The soldiers quickly gathered together. One of them used his hat as a shield to block the downpour, while another lit a torch, and the flames flickered in the rain.

As the fire grew stronger, the man threw the torch suddenly, and it cut through the night sky and finally landed on the ground just a few meters away from Wan Hou and others, making a crisp "pop" sound.

The flames instantly illuminated the surroundings, but were quickly swallowed up by the heavy rain.

The soldiers looked around and saw no enemy, so they continued to move forward. Wan Hou and others were secretly thankful for the heavy rain, otherwise they would have been discovered by now.

After the patrol team went away, Wan Hou raised his hand and pointed at the sentry post on the village wall, then his fingers flew and made a series of gestures.

Everyone understood what he meant and followed Wan Hou closely, approaching the village wall silently.

Arriving at the foot of the wall, ten people simultaneously performed the art of concealment and leaped onto the wall like ghosts.

They divided into three teams and approached their respective targets silently. With a flash of swords, accompanied by three muffled "puff puff" sounds, the heads of the three sentries fell to the ground...

Although the sentry's head had fallen off, his body was still standing and there was no blood splattering at all. This scene made Wan Hou's heart suddenly tighten.

He looked carefully and realized that the person in front of him was not a real person, but a carefully dressed scarecrow, wearing the uniform and armor of the Hongxing Army and a bamboo hat, and his appearance was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Wan Hou looked around and saw that the other two sentries were the same, both dressed as scarecrows.

The Shadow team quickly gathered together, crouched down, and whispered: "General, the sentries are all fake!"

After saying this, everyone felt that the situation was strange and the North Camp might be an empty camp.

But the people in the patrol team were clearly genuine. Wan Hou secretly calculated in his heart and whispered, "Don't make rash judgments. We need to go in and find out the truth."

In order to get to the bottom of the matter, Wan Hou led nine members of the Shadow Team, jumped off the high wall of the camp, shuttled through the shadows between the tents, and groped forward.

The Hongxing Army camp was heavily guarded and densely packed with sentries, but there was a mystery hidden in this strict security.

On the wall of the village, the guards were all scarecrows, while the patrol teams were all real people. Wan Hou and his party only walked forward for a few dozen meters when they encountered four or five waves of patrol teams.

Continuing to go deeper, Wan Hou suddenly stopped and waited for the team to gather. He squatted down and said in a low and solemn voice: "Everyone, what do you think about this?"

The Shadow Team members looked at each other, and one of them lowered his voice and answered, "General, the tents we saw along the way were some silent and seemed to be deserted, while others were snoring and seemed to be occupied. The layout of the Hongxing Army's North Camp is difficult to discern, and it is difficult to guess where the main force is."

After saying this, everyone looked puzzled. Wan Hou sighed in his heart, wondering what exactly was Hong Xingjun trying to achieve by doing this?

After thinking for a while, Wan Hou decided: "If we want to find out the truth, we have to go to the central army camp and take a look."

As soon as this was said, everyone agreed without objection.

The central military tent is located in the heart of the camp. It is surrounded by open space and brightly lit, but there are no sentries or patrol teams, which makes it look particularly strange.

Wan Hou and his companions approached quietly. There was only one figure on the side of the tent, making it difficult to peer inside.

He waved his hand, and everyone took cover in the darkness and the shadows between the tents, and slowly moved around to the front of the central military tent.

After some detours, everyone crouched down and squinted their eyes to look carefully.

I saw that the main door of the central military tent was wide open, with high curtains, and I could vaguely see a person sitting behind the commander's desk, holding a book in his hands.

Due to the distance, Wan Hou and others could hardly discern his appearance and clothing, but they only felt that he was calm and extraordinary, with an imposing manner.

"General, there are people in the central army tent. Based on this situation, the main force of the enemy is likely to be in the north camp." A member of the Shadow Team lowered his voice and reported cautiously.

General Wan Hou narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze like a torch, penetrating the rain curtain and focusing on the figure in the tent. After a long while, he asked in a deep voice: "Who do you think is in the central army tent?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, but only saw a vague outline. They shook their heads and whispered, "The rain is so thick and the distance is so far that it's hard to tell what's going on."

The sound of the rain added a sense of haziness and uncertainty.

At this time, one person said cautiously: "The one who can be in the central military tent and sit behind the commander's desk is either Yi Shuirou or Duan Tianyang."

Upon hearing this, Wan Hou nodded slightly, but his heart was already surging.

This is such a godsend opportunity, and the enemy commander is alone. Wouldn't it be a pity if we don't assassinate him?

He looked around with a sharp gaze: "All soldiers, listen up, concentrate your firepower, shoot arrows together, and kill the enemy commander in the tent!"

When these words came out, everyone was shocked. One member tried to dissuade them: "General, our purpose of this trip is to explore the enemy's strengths and weaknesses, not to assassinate them..."

Before he finished speaking, Wan Hou glared at him fiercely and said in a deep voice: "We are in a good situation. If we miss the chance to assassinate, it will be our fault. Let me ask you, how can we, with our insignificant lives, be compared with the enemy commander? If we succeed, even if we die tonight, it will be the greatest honor. Those who are afraid of death can go now, I will never stop you; if you are willing to serve the country with loyalty and go to the Lieying Palace together, then stay and help me assassinate the commander!"

After he finished speaking, the other nine members of the Shadow Team looked at each other in silence, squatting where they were, and no one moved.

If I retreat now, even if I can save my life, I will bear endless shame and will no longer have a place in the army. My family will also be disgraced and will never be able to raise their heads again.