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With Mingrui leading the way, Xiao Fang walked extremely fast.

He entered the wounded soldiers' camp and saw Doctor Mu and several old doctors gathered around a wooden bed at the innermost part of the camp.

There was a person lying on the tatami mat, almost unrecognizable as human.

The man was emaciated, with deeply sunken cheeks and whip marks all over his body.

What's most striking is his hands.

All the tendons in his hands were severed, the wounds were extremely deep, the flesh was mangled and bloody, and in some places even the bone was exposed.

Doctor Mu didn't even raise his head, but only shouted to his apprentice beside him.

"Hot water! Fine silver needles! Quickly!"

Several doctors held him down, his forehead covered in sweat.

Xiao Fang took a few steps closer but didn't say anything.

The general on the couch, who had been half-opening his eyes, moved his lips several times when he saw him arrive.

"Your Highness..."

His voice was hoarse and weak.

"Can my hand... still hold a knife?"

Doctor Mu paused, then looked up at him.

"Once it's reattached, daily activities might be able to resume. But to wield a knife and go into battle... that's probably going to be difficult."

The last glimmer of light in the general's eyes vanished instantly.

Xiao Fang stood there, his fists slowly clenching.

The general suddenly burst into tears, like a child who had lost everything.

His crying was like throwing a fire into the camp.

The other twenty-odd generals also began to sob and cry.

These people never shed a tear under the Northern Barbarian's blade.

He didn't utter a sound even when his leg was broken in the mine.

But now, one after another, they were crying and trembling all over.

Outside the tent, some soldiers who had rushed over upon hearing the news also had tears in their eyes.

Xiao Fang stood amidst the weeping filling the tent, his anger burning so intensely it felt like it would consume him.

After a long silence, he spoke in a low voice.

"Soldiers, it is my incompetence, Xiao Fang, that I failed to protect you."

I underestimated Bei Hu's shamelessness.

But I will avenge you.

He raised his head and said, word by word.

"Once I capture the Northern Barbarian King, I will bring him before you and let you personally sever his tendons!"

The soldiers outside the tent shouted in unison.

"To avenge ourselves!"

"To avenge ourselves!"

The shouts were like thunderclaps, echoing throughout the wounded soldiers' camp.

Xiao Fang raised his hand, silencing the crowd's roar.

His voice was as cold as the winter wind.

"Pass down the order."

"Gather ten thousand elite troops and follow me in a night raid on the Northern Barbarian camp!"

In the latter half of the night, Xiao Fang changed into his night clothes in the tent.

He took off his outer robe and wrapped bandages around his body, layer by layer.

The old wound hasn't fully healed yet, and I'm afraid the cut on my shoulder will reopen. I can only tighten it with strips of cloth.

Yun Shuyao stood to the side, her heart aching at the sight.

"You're so badly injured, why don't you wait a couple more days?"

Xiao Fang finished tying the last bandage before turning around.

He took her hand and spoke very softly.

"You don't understand, some anger can't wait."

The soldiers below had just returned; their hands were broken, and they couldn't catch their breath.

If I don't go tonight, how will I lead troops in the future? How will I get them to fight for me?

"Yaoyao, I promise you, if we can win tonight, I'll charge in; if we can't, I'll retreat."

Yun Shuyao gripped his hand tightly, her fingers turning white from the force.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Just after the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), Xiao Fang led his men out of the city.

Lu Zhao, Ming Rui, and dozens of skilled fighters followed closely behind him.

In the darkness, ten thousand elite troops moved like ghosts, skimming along the sand dunes towards the Northern Hu camp.

The Northern Hu camp was brightly lit by torches, yet it was eerily quiet.

No one expected that the Liang army would launch a night attack so soon after the prisoner exchange.

Xiao Fang made a hand gesture.

Lu Zhao nodded and led a group of people toward the northwest corner.

His task was to burn grain and fodder.

Xiao Fang and Ming Rui bypassed several watchtowers and rushed directly towards the royal tent.

The king's tent was indeed located at the highest point in the camp, surrounded by a circle of personal guards.

Two guards were dozing off, leaning against the tent pillars.

Xiao Fang and Ming Rui made their moves simultaneously.

The blade flashed incredibly fast, and the two guards collapsed limply to the ground without even uttering a sound.

Just then, a scream pierced the night sky from afar.

"Enemy attack! Protect the King!"

Xiao Fang also knew that it would be extremely difficult for him to remain undetected after leading this group into the heart of the Northern Hu camp.

He had made preparations long ago.

Since we can't hide it, then we won't hide it anymore.

Xiao Fang straightened up, drew his long sword, and his voice was like thunder.

"Follow me and charge in!"

Countless elites roared in unison, emerging from the shadows and charging towards the royal tent with him.

Northern barbarian soldiers surged in from all directions.

Xiao Fang took the lead.

He slashed his long sword horizontally, cutting the two northern barbarian soldiers in front of him in two, sword and all.

Blood splattered, like a red rain falling from the sky.

Xiao Fang didn't stop.

He stepped over the corpse, thrusting the tip of his knife forward to pierce another Northern Hu soldier who charged at him.

"what!"

The man screamed and was kicked away by Xiao Fang.

More Northern Hu soldiers roared and charged forward from behind.

Xiao Fang swung his knife backhand and severed the opponent's arm at the root.

With another horizontal swipe, a line of blood appeared on the neck of the Northern Barbarian soldier, and he fell straight down.

He fought his way through, advancing relentlessly.

Their footsteps never ceased, their blades flashed incessantly.

More and more people fell around me, their bodies lying haphazardly, like haystacks knocked down by a hurricane.

Xiao Fang led his men into the royal tent and repeatedly charged close to the Northern Hu King.

The Northern Hu King was originally sitting on the throne, his hand still on his sword, with a forced calm on his face.

But Xiao Fang was too fierce and brave.

He was like a blood-soaked demon; with every step he took closer, several of the Northern Hu King's personal guards fell.

Those Northern Hu warriors charged upwards with all their might.

Some people used knives to block, while others used their bodies to block.

Wherever Xiao Fang's blade flashed, there were dead and wounded.

Someone lunged at him and grabbed his leg, but he turned around and sliced ​​off half of his head with a knife.

Someone attacked from the side, but Xiao Fang didn't even look. He stabbed backhand, and the tip of the knife went through the man's throat.

The composure on the face of the Northern Hu King shattered completely.

He stepped down from the throne and hid behind it.

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

His voice had a noticeable tremor.

Several more Northern Hu soldiers charged forward recklessly.

Xiao Fang's long sword moved like a dragon, leaving the tent filled with blood.

One wave of people rushes upwards, and another wave falls down.

No one could stand in his way.

Xiao Fang was also injured.

But he seemed completely oblivious, and continued to kill with increasing ferocity.

The Northern Hu King dared not look any longer; he retreated behind his personal guards, his hands trembling.

"Protect me! Protect me!"

Upon hearing this shout, Xiao Fang's eyes flashed with even stronger killing intent.

Just as he was about to charge again, a border soldier suddenly shouted from behind.

"Your Highness! More reinforcements are arriving!"

Xiao Fang looked out and saw torches outside the tent, and the voices were getting closer and closer.

He snorted coldly.

"Tonight, I'll take the lives of a dozen or so generals as interest! I'll chop off your dog's head sooner or later!"

With that, he swung his long sword and cleaved the charging Northern Hu soldier in two, from shoulder to chest.

The man was sent flying without even letting out a scream.

"withdraw!"

The elite border troops obeyed orders and fought while retreating.

The entire Beihu camp was like a hornet's nest that had been poked open.

The soldiers of Daliang charged and fought in all directions, retreating as they fought, their blood soaking the sand and soil on the ground into a dark red color.

The Northern Hu soldiers also rushed forward like madmen.

The two sides were locked in a tangle, knives clashing, and people kept falling.

Although the soldiers of Daliang were brave and fierce, they were ultimately few in number.

Some of the soldiers, exhausted from the fighting, were surrounded by several Northern Hu soldiers and never managed to escape.

When someone's leg was cut and they couldn't walk, they rushed forward and hugged the enemy to create a way out for their comrades.

Screams, neighing horses, and the clash of weapons blended together.

Thick smoke billowed from the northwest corner, and flames had already turned half the sky red.

Upon hearing that the granary was on fire, some of the people rushed to help put it out.

Xiao Fang knew that it was Lu Zhao's hand.

He led his men to charge out in the opposite direction of the firelight.

Some of the Northern Hu soldiers were still in hot pursuit.

Suddenly someone ran out of the royal tent and shouted shrilly.

"The King has decreed! No one is allowed to stop them! Let them go! Let them go!"

The Northern Hu soldiers were taken aback at first, and then they slowly stopped.

Some people were still holding knives, but dared not step forward again.

Xiao Fang sneered.

The Northern Hu King was utterly terrified.

He didn't look back, and led his men away into the night.