I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

The crisp sound of bones cracking was masked by the crackling of the campfire.

The man didn't even utter a sound before his body went limp.

Only when the body fell to the ground did his companion realize something was wrong and turn around abruptly. He only saw a blank face and a flash of lightning fast enough to move a blade.

"puff--"

The blade sliced ​​through the trachea, and blood gushed out.

"enemy……"

The third soldier had barely opened his mouth when Qi Shan was already in front of him. His long sword slashed down, piercing straight down from the top of the soldier's head, splitting half of his skull open.

Red and white splattered all over the ground.

This hellish scene finally brought the remaining people to their senses.

"Enemy attack!"

The piercing shout had barely left his lips when Qi Shan, like a tiger among sheep, charged into the midst of the remaining five.

The blades flashed, like splashed ink, like lightning.

Each swing was accompanied by a scream and a fountain of blood.

These Yelü soldiers, who were considered fierce by the border troops, were as fragile as paper in front of Qi Shan. Before they could even raise their scimitars, their necks were severed and their hearts pierced by that deadly blade.

When Meng Da and three hunters arrived after dealing with the outer perimeter, the battle was already over.

Qi Shan stood in the middle of a pile of corpses, flicking the blood off the tip of his blade, and slowly sheathed it.

From the moment he started until the end, it took no more than ten breaths.

Of the ten corpses, seven were killed by him alone.

The three soldiers, who were originally hunters, felt a wave of nausea as they looked at the dismembered limbs scattered on the ground. Their gazes toward Qi Shan changed from worship to fanatical awe.

This isn't human! It's a killing god walking among men!

"There's one more survivor." Qi Shan pointed to a Yelü soldier in the corner whose leg bone he had kicked had been broken, and who was so scared that he was soiling himself.

Meng Da snapped out of his daze, immediately stepped forward, and held a knife to the man's neck.

Qi Shan walked over, squatted down, and coldly asked in the language of the Yelü soldiers, "Where are your provisions?"

The soldier, terrified, stammered as he pointed southeast: "It's...it's in Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, less than five li from here..."

"Where is Yelüda's camp?"

"It's...it's over there too," the soldier's voice trembled with tears. "The general's tent is only three kilometers from Eagle's Sorrow Gorge. I...I'm the general's personal guard, on duty here..."

Personal guards?

A glint of light flashed in Qi Shan's eyes.

So, Yelüda's main camp was nearby!

An even crazier idea instantly formed in his mind.

Burning the supplies would only provide temporary relief. But what if... we could also take Yelüda's head?

"Meng Da," Qi Shan stood up, his voice tinged with barely suppressed excitement, "Take two men, change into their clothes, and go scout towards Eagle's Sorrow Gorge. Remember, once you've located the main camp, return immediately without alerting anyone."

"Yes, sir!" Meng Da replied without hesitation, quickly stripping the soft armor off the two corpses and disappearing into the forest with a hunter.

Qi Shan then turned to look at the remaining people, as well as the two hundred county soldiers lurking in the distance.

"Everyone, put on Yelü armor and gather your weapons and horses."

The command was executed swiftly.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Meng Da ran back, panting, his face filled with undisguised shock and excitement.

"My lord! We've found them! Yelüda's main camp is in a valley three kilometers ahead! The defenses are lax, and most of the cavalry are asleep!"

Sure enough.

All eyes were on Qi Shan, awaiting his next command.

They thought their next target would be the grain supplies five miles away.

However, Qi Shan slowly swept his gaze over the crowd and said, word by word:

"The plan has changed."

He paused, then gave a sinister smile, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Before burning the grain supplies, let's go pull off a big heist."

"Come with me... and take Yelüda's head!"

It was past midnight.

Most of the tents were dark.

Yelüda's central command tent was located deep inside, with seven or eight personal guards standing outside, all of them lounging against their spear shafts and dozing off.

Qi Shan understood that the other side simply looked down on the Han army.

With three thousand iron cavalry pressing in, the garrison in Qingyang County didn't even dare to leave the city, let alone flank them.

That's why they're so lazy.

Qi Shan lay prone behind a pile of boulders on the west side of the valley, his gaze sweeping over the camp's defensive layout.

The grain and fodder were stored in the southeast corner, covered with coarse linen, and more than twenty grooms were sleeping haphazardly next to it.

The mangers were tied to the north side, with at least five hundred horses, and the grooms were adding hay to the mangers.

The entire camp was so poorly guarded that it was like a sieve.

Meng Da leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

"Sir, a patrol is coming, four of them."

Qi Shan turned his head and saw four dark figures moving towards the west path, carrying torches and speaking in the Yelü language.

"Do we really need patrols to attack a county town? I'm starving!"

"Those cowardly Han Chinese wouldn't dare to launch a sneak attack even if they had a thousand lives."

"I think General Yelüda is just being too cautious!"

"Han women are so tender. How about we go to the brothels and grab some women once we get into the city?"

"Drinking while listening to Han Chinese opera! And you can even grab Han women to play with!"

One of them unbuckled his belt as he walked and crawled into the roadside bushes to urinate.

"Take them down, quietly."

"We can't hold back at all! Otherwise, we'll be the ones who die!"

"Yes, sir!!" the others replied in unison.

After Qi Shan finished speaking, he drew his short sword and slid down the rocks.

The other three skilled county soldiers quickly dispersed and each locked onto a target.

The man who was urinating shook his hand and was about to fasten his belt when a large hand reached out from behind and covered his mouth.

He didn't even have time to struggle when the blade sliced ​​through his throat; his body twitched twice before collapsing into the grass.

The remaining three continued walking forward.

Meng Da and another hunter struck at the same time, their two short knives piercing his back almost simultaneously.

The man at the front seemed to have heard the commotion. Just as he was about to turn around, Qi Shan's knife had already pierced diagonally into the back of his neck and emerged from his throat.

"Han... people..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Yelü man breathed his last.

The four bodies were dragged into the bushes in just a few breaths.

"Take off his clothes." Qi Shan shouted in a low voice, and had already torn off the armor of a corpse and put it on himself.

The Yelu people's soft armor had a strong fishy smell, and the armor plates were strung together with raw cowhide, rough but sturdy.

He tightened his belt and pulled the leather helmet with ear flaps down to cover most of his face.

Meng Da and the other three had also changed their clothes, and at first glance they looked like four Yelü patrolmen.

Qi Shan turned around and glanced at the remaining county soldiers.

"Proceed according to plan. I'll lead a group to infiltrate and find Yelüda. As soon as the signal from the supply depot lights up, you guys use rockets to send a signal into the camp and rush in amidst the chaos. Remember, target only those carrying command flags; don't let them assemble."