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After working for almost two hours with three thousand men, he was still unable to dig out any more talismans. He was so angry that he sat down on a boulder, feeling extremely depressed.

The more fake craters there were confirmed, the more weird the atmosphere became: No one could be sure if there were any runes buried inside the crater or not; The runes would probably have been refined by some great shaman after they were buried, which was the real reason why Wushu was so uneasy.

Wushu had lived in the Southern Empire for a long time, so he was very familiar with the many customs and habits of the Han people.

Taoism was rife in the country, from the emperors to the commoners, most of them believed in the dao heart and the way ghosts and gods. Wushu had also seen how to subdue demons and had even heard about the "mystical arts" of Taoism.

There was reverence.

How could he not be frightened when such a heaven-defying shaman appeared and attempted to use a spell to take his life?

Just as Wushu was feeling extremely furious, a fire started to light up in the northern camp of the Sunset Mountains!

Wushu was shocked, he thought that he was being schemed against, and anxiously ordered the entire team to go back to provide support.

Uncle Zhang took Dong's suggestion and immediately dispatched thirty thousand of his manoeuvres from the stronghold, as well as thousands of Zhang Chi's men, to launch a surprise attack.

Dong Chi had two assistant generals lead 5,000 men each to dig holes on the east and west slopes, while only a few hundred soldiers were assigned to dig holes in the forest. The rest of them hung their torches on the branches and hid themselves.

As a result, when Hei Long went down the mountain to peek, he was unable to discover anything.

When Hei Long succeeded in his attack and captured a few captives, the Vice General immediately gathered all the soldiers and rushed forward at top speed, arriving at a mountain valley to wait. On the other hand, he sent people to inform the people on the other side to get ready.

When Wushu and Hei Long descended the mountain again, they did not fight back and allowed Wushu to rush in to dig the pit.

At the same time, Zhang He led more than twenty thousand elite soldiers and stealthily sneaked into the Sunset Ridge from the front.

Originally, all of Wushu's fifty thousand men were stationed at the Northern Mountain Camp. However, not all of them were able to transfer to Tai Yuan early, causing Wushu to have no choice but to split up and station at the entrance of the mountain in the northwest part of the North Mountain, consolidating the supply line. Thus, other than the six thousand best warriors that were sent out, the only thing that was left at the northern hill village were the ten thousand people that Hei Long's direct line of defense had trained and the ten thousand new soldiers that Hei Long had trained.

Zhang He's close to thirty thousand troops were, nevertheless, the strongest main force within the He Jian Army.

Although Ha Michi faintly sensed that there were many unusual auras tonight, and that they were mostly from some broken runes dug up from the foot of the mountain, he never thought that the Zhang Shuye who always had a steady and stable defense, would organize such a large-scale sneak attack!

Zhang He's group had only traveled a few dozens meters to the northern camp. When they saw the lights turn off and saw that it was already early in the morning, even the patrolling soldiers had already disappeared.

Zhang He was overjoyed, ordering one thousand archers to line up in two rows and take up a rocket.

With a single command, he shot out several rounds of fire arrows. Immediately, the entire camp was set ablaze.

Zhang He pointed his spear, "Kill!"

The soldiers behind him removed the antlers and fences, rushed in, set fire to everything, and hacked at anyone who came into sight.

The entire camp was engulfed in a sea of flames. Countless golden soldiers were killed, and the sound of their killing shook the heavens.

Ha Michi woke up from his sleep, someone had already reported to him, "Reporting to the Military Advisor, something terrible has happened. The Southern Barbaric Nether Domain has come!"

Ha Michi was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, and anxiously gathered Chi Yan and a few other capable subordinates, and separated them into different groups to fight the enemy.

It was worthy of being Wushu's direct descendant. After experiencing a short period of panic, Chi Yan began to organize an organized resistance. In the darkness before dawn, he could see Song Army gathering like ants under the light of the flames, densely packed and uncountable.

Chi Yan was furious, riding on his horse and raising his blade to clash with them, they were exceptionally brave, there was fear in the Song Army, and everywhere Chi Yan went, he would always dodge.

Zhang He was not satisfied, he immediately used his spear and blocked Chi Yan.

Hei Long's recruits had finally become flexible, and in addition to the absence of their team's commander, they were even more chaotic. Although they fought with their lives on the line, most of them fought alone, and as they were not as well-trained as the other side, and as a result, as a result, as a result of which, the number of casualties was extremely high.

Ha Michi had originally hoped that the two troops at the foot of the mountain could arrive in time to provide reinforcements, but unexpectedly, both Wushu and Hei Long were ambushed by the Song Army at the bottom of the mountain, causing their troops to suffer losses!

Wushu fought his way out of the encirclement and only led a few hundred riders back to the camp. The entire camp had already turned into ashes under the flames of the battle, but Chi Yan and the rest were still stubbornly resisting. However, it was obvious that Song Army held the advantage in numbers and momentum, and this advantage was becoming more and more obvious.

Seeing the warriors who fought alongside him falling, one by one, Wushu's eyes turned red. He swung his big axe, and with the momentum of a mad tiger, he charged into the enemy ranks, instantly killing and opening a path of blood to save Chi Yan and Ha Michi who were trapped in the encirclement.

At this time, Hei Long also rushed back, only to see Hei Long in an even more miserable state. His entire body was drenched in blood, and there were less than a hundred people by his side!

As it turned out, on the Eastern Mountain, they were not being harassed, and the Song Army s had sufficient time to set up many hidden crossbows, thus when Hei Long saw the fire in the stronghold and rushed back, he suffered heavy injuries, and even Hei Long himself was struck by a few crossbow bolts.

Just as they were about to simultaneously push back the Song Army, suddenly, the east and west sides, as well as the countless torches lit up in the southern forest, were caught up to them again.

Ha Michi anxiously pulled on Wushu's clothes, "Wolf Master, looks like Zhang Shuye has spent a lot of blood to fight us tonight! "Let's just leave and leave." Let's leave.

Wushu was helpless as he personally led the way, leading the less than ten thousand soldiers to flee towards the entrance of the green mountain in panic.

Zhang He readied his horse, but did not give chase. Tonight's battle, while the enemy was unprepared, he would forcefully attack the camp. Although he had destroyed the golden army, it could only be described as a tragic victory, and a very lucky one at that.

If not for the fact that Wushu had fallen into their trap, if it wasn't for the fact that they were exhausted from the exchange of gold and weapons, Zhang He's twenty thousand men might not have been able to gain the slightest advantage at all.

At the same time, it had completely changed the relationship between the two countries from an alliance to an opposite direction. Although Zhang Shuye's name had resounded throughout the whole Hebei Province, at the same time, it had also made Zhang Shuye a thorn in his heart, wishing that he could swallow Zhang Shuye alive!

Three days later, Zhao Huan arrived at the He Jian. He praised Zhang Shuye's performance greatly, and named him as the Dao Steward of the Deng Prefecture, the assistant envoy of the Privy Council, and bestowed the title of Marquis of He Jian.

Zhang Shuye didn't have anything to be thankful for, because in the Sunset Mountains, the core forces of the He Jian Army had lost almost half of their forces, and thousands of them had been heavily injured and disabled, causing them to completely lose all ability to fight. Meanwhile, Wushu's main body still had over 30,000 people left at the entrance of the Green Mountain.

The rain was about to fall, but Zhao Huan was still immersed in the joy of winning without any effort!

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