A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

There's an ambush!

They were ultimately deceived by Chen San!

Leng Wuye was instantly furious. He never imagined that even though he had been so careful, he would still be deceived by Chen San.

"Chen San! You dare to lie to me!"

He glared angrily, his eyes practically spitting fire, and turned to search for Chen San's figure.

They were already moving forward under the cover of darkness, and Chen San was at the very front of the group. By the time Leng Wuye came to his senses, Chen San had already darted forward a hundred meters or so while they were still in a daze.

Leng Wuye's face twisted in pain as he gritted his teeth and said, "Chen San! You think you can escape?"

As he spoke, he took the longbow from his back, drew an arrow, and aimed it at Chen San's rapidly receding figure, which he could vaguely see in front of him.

"call out--!!"

The arrow shot out like a meteor.

As a captain in the Black Armor Battalion, Leng Wuye himself possessed considerable archery skills; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to control so many people based solely on his official rank.

After shouts of killing rang out from both sides of the valley, Chen San buried his head and ran forward wildly, wanting only to get away from this place of trouble as quickly as possible.

However, he had only run about a hundred meters when a loud bang came from behind him—it was Leng Wuye's roar.

Chen San's expression changed, realizing he had been exposed. He didn't even dare to look back and immediately sped up, burying his head and running wildly.

But after running a few more steps, he heard the sound of arrows piercing the air. He instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but as soon as he put his foot down, he felt a piercing pain in his back.

"Pfft!"

Leng Wuye's arrow was quite powerful, piercing through Chen San's leather armor and embedding itself in Chen San's back.

Chen San stumbled and fell to the ground, his face turning deathly pale, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he dared not delay for a moment. He endured the pain, gritted his teeth, got up, and continued to run forward.

This time, however, he learned his lesson and didn't continue running in a straight line. Instead, he escaped in an S-shape within a small area.

After firing an arrow, Leng Wuye roared, "What are you all standing there for? Shoot that traitor to death!"

The surrounding soldiers then removed the arrows from their bodies, especially Wang Liefeng.

At this moment, Wang Liefeng was also filled with boundless rage.

He hadn't expected Chen San's acting skills to be so profound. Not only had he fooled him, but even when Leng Wuye had tested him down the mountain, he hadn't given himself away.

But after this overwhelming anger subsided, a chill ran through him.

Chen San was someone he had turned against, and it was something he had solemnly promised Leng Wuye, but now the problem lies with Chen San.

Even if they are safe tonight, he will certainly not escape death, and Leng Wuye will definitely not let him go.

At this moment, among the night raiding team, if we were to say who hated Chen San the most, it would undoubtedly be Wang Liefeng.

Therefore, after Leng Wuye shot that arrow, he also took the arrow from his back and aimed it at Chen San, who had just gotten up.

He ignored the other archers around him, quietly aiming at Chen San, constantly gathering his strength, until he felt the opportunity had come, then suddenly released the arrow from his hand.

A rain of arrows swept forward, but the archery skills of the others were far less formidable than Leng Wuye's.

Although several arrows hit Chen San, the force had dissipated, only tearing his clothes and not penetrating deep into his flesh, and did not damage his internal organs.

Feeling the impact from behind, Chen San secretly rejoiced that he was lucky to be wearing leather armor tonight, otherwise he would be riddled with bullets by now.

However, before Chen San could even feel relieved, he felt another sharp pain in his back. This time, the force was almost the same as the first arrow, piercing through his leather armor and deeply penetrating his back.

This time, after Chen San fell to the ground, he felt his strength gradually fading away. He tried to push himself up several times, but still couldn't get up.

He lay helplessly on the ground, panting heavily. With each breath, excruciating pain shot through the wound on his back.

The noisy shouts of battle that had filled Chen San's ears gradually disappeared, replaced by his own panting.

After firing an arrow, Leng Wuye roared at his surroundings and then paid no more attention to Chen San.

In his mind, with so many people attacking Chen San, there was absolutely no way Chen San could survive.

At this moment, Leng Wuye had something more important to do: how to deal with the situation before him.

He glanced at the ambushers rushing down from both sides, his brows furrowed, weighing the options in his mind: should he fight or retreat?

After Wang Liefeng fired an arrow, he saw that Chen San had not gotten up after being hit by the arrow, and his hatred subsided by half. Then he turned to look at Leng Wuye.

"My lord, shall we fight or retreat?"

"Fight! How can we be satisfied without trying!"

Leng Wuye gritted his teeth, staring at the ambush troops who had rushed three hundred paces away, and coldly ordered, "Everyone, split into two teams and fire arrows at the ambush troops on both sides!"

The messenger who had been following closely beside Leng Wuye took out a specially made military whistle and blew it in a unique rhythm.

Upon receiving the order, everyone automatically split into two groups and fired arrows at the ambushers rushing from the left and right.

Whoosh whoosh!

Clang!

Arrows rained down on the ambushers on both sides, but all that could be heard was the crisp sound of arrows striking metal.

Leng Wuye's pupils constricted sharply, realizing something was wrong!

He squinted and could vaguely see the soldiers in ambush ahead raising their shields in neat rows.

Only then did he realize that the swordsmen and shieldmen were one of Zhao Daxuan's elite units.

"Damn it!"

Leng Wuye cursed under his breath. Using bows and arrows for ranged attacks was one of the Black Armor Camp's specialties.

But now, facing these infantrymen, they have not only lost the advantage of cavalry, but also the advantage of ranged attacks.

What will we use to fight then?

Leng Wuye gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, and made a new decision.

"withdraw!"

Leng Wuye was exceptionally decisive. Seeing that his side could not easily take down the ambush, he immediately chose to retreat.

Even if they manage to defeat the enemy and even annihilate their ambush forces after a fierce battle, they will still suffer heavy losses.

What will he use to defend against Zhao Daxuan's new counterattack then?

Therefore, retreating in time is the best choice he could make at this moment.

Regardless of what decisions Leng Wuye made, the messenger behind him relayed them without hesitation.

The soldiers, who had been firing arrows continuously, paused for a moment, then turned around and headed back the way they had come.

Wang Liefeng followed cautiously behind Leng Wuye, keeping his head down and remaining silent, afraid that Leng Wuye would take his anger out on him.

Leng Wuye glanced at Wang Liefeng beside him. Although he was filled with disgust, he suppressed it and did not lash out.

The most important thing now is to evacuate. We can settle scores later, after we've left safely.

However, after retreating some distance, before they had even left the valley entrance, Li Erlong and his men caught up with them, halting their retreat.