PFC Chapter 249 Unstoppable
Chapter 249 Unstoppable
He turned his gaze to Jiuer again. This messenger bird not only brought news about Xiao Zhixue, but would also become a bridge for him to convey his emotions and care.
In the hastily prepared tent, Fan Yanmu spread out paper and picked up a pen, carefully choosing each word, expressing all his worries and encouragement in the pen and ink, and then carefully tied the letter to Jiuer's legs.
"Quick, send this letter to Xiao Zhixue and tell her that in Nanchong City, she must protect herself and her family no matter what."
There was unquestionable determination in his voice.
Although Jiuer was tired, she immediately perked up and ate the grains and water prepared for her when she saw them. She seemed to be thanking Fan Yanmu for his thoughtful arrangement.
Its eyes were shining, as if responding to Fan Yanmu's trust, and it decided to set off immediately after a short rest.
As Jiuer spread her wings and flew high, Fan Yanmu's thoughts also flew away.
He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. The time he spent with Xiao Zhixue unfolded slowly in his mind like a picture scroll. The warmth and sweetness were his only comfort at the moment.
Just then, Yingyi walked into the tent and interrupted his memories.
Fan Yanmu asked about the casualty statistics, and Yingyi reported the heavy figures: two hundred and thirty brave soldiers remained on the battlefield forever, one hundred and eighty-three were injured, and although the rest were safe, everyone's face showed traces of war.
Fan Yanmu rubbed his temples and signaled Yingyi to retreat, but he became more determined in his heart - he must find a solution to all this.
Fan Yanmu knew very well that if Xiao Zhixue were here, her gentle yet tenacious strength would surely soothe those wounded souls, and perhaps even bring a different vitality to the military camp.
Today, although the war has caused heavy losses to the camp, the soldiers remain determined and vow to defend this land until the last moment.
Just when Fan Yanmu was deeply trapped in a whirlpool of thoughts and memories, Fan Heng's arrival brought him new hope and challenges.
Fan Yanmu stood up to greet his father, and the two had a secret conversation about how to turn the tide of the war.
Fan Heng proposed a bold plan, requiring Fan Yanmu to lead an elite team to secretly sneak into the enemy camp and eliminate the enemy generals, so as to undermine the enemy's morale and pave the way for the army.
Fan Yanmu knew that the task was arduous and dangerous, but he did not hesitate at all. He promised his father that he would live up to everyone's expectations and complete the task successfully.
Fan Heng nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of pride and reluctance for his son. His words showed both trust and deep concern: "Mu'er, you make Dad proud. Be careful in this operation and make sure you return safely."
As night fell, Fan Yanmu stood outside the tent, looking at the starry sky, and silently made a wish in his heart, hoping that after this long night, dawn would bring the light of peace and the hope of reuniting with Xiao Zhixue.
Fan Yanmu nodded heavily, his eyes flashing with determination, and then he strode towards the residence of Ying Yi and Ying Er, thinking about the detailed plan that was about to unfold.
He did not gather a large army for this trip, but only selected twenty elite warriors with rich experience in battle and superb martial arts. They all acted in a low profile, like ghosts in the night, preparing to carry out this secret mission silently.
The night was as dark as ink, and it was hanging heavy and low. Fan Heng received the signal and personally ordered the heavy city gate to be opened.
In this silent night, Fan Yanmu and his team members, dressed in dark clothes, quietly left the city like ghosts.
Under the moonlight, their shadows lengthened and shortened, and the sound of horses' hooves on the stone road created a rapid and powerful rhythm, aiming directly at the Dongchu camp.
Although it was more than ten miles away from the Xiliang border, for these well-trained soldiers, it was a distance that could be crossed in just a moment.
In less than a meal's time, under the cover of moonlight, they had arrived at the edge of the Dongchu camp.
The sound of horse hooves gradually stopped, and everyone dismounted swiftly, took a deep breath, and tensed their muscles, as if every cell in their body was ready to go.
Then, they used their Qinggong skills and moved lightly and quickly, approaching the dangerous enemy camp almost without leaving a trace.
At this time, the Dongchu camp was immersed in a silent night. Most of the soldiers had fallen asleep. Only a few sentries were wandering outside the tents. There was fatigue in their eyes, and the occasional yawn revealed their relief in this seemingly peaceful night.
However, they never expected that danger was approaching silently.
The repeated setbacks of failed sieges, like fallen leaves swept away by autumn wind, gradually eroded the morale of the East Chu army.
They were accustomed to taking the initiative to provoke wars and invade the borders of Xiliang, but had never experienced the feeling of being counterattacked.
The sentries sitting around the campfire had long since relaxed their vigilance. They were chatting and laughing, thinking that the only dangerous things in this quiet night were cold and loneliness.
At this moment, Fan Yanmu gave a subtle look to signal his elite soldiers.
The soldiers immediately understood what was meant and silently drew out sharp daggers from their waists. Like cheetahs in the night, they approached the unsuspecting sentinels step by step.
In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the dagger drew a deadly trajectory under the moonlight. The sentinels fell silently beside the warm campfire before they even had time to cry for help.
Then, Fan Yanmu approached the enemy general's tent silently like a ghost in the dark night, blew a ball of sleeping pills from his lips, and slowly floated into the tent through the small gap.
Soon, a slight snoring sound was heard in the tent, indicating that the general had fainted.
With a black scarf covering his face, he sneaked into the tent like a ghost, and cast a cold gaze on the sleeping general. Without any hesitation, he swung the dagger in his hand, blood splattered, and the general's life came to an abrupt end without his knowledge.
At the same time, Shadow One and Shadow Two also followed closely and moved in the tents of other generals respectively. Their methods were clean and neat, and they ended the lives of the two generals silently.
Then they retreated from the scene quietly, while other soldiers raised torches and threw them at the tent. In an instant, black smoke rolled up and flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky.
Taking advantage of the precious opportunity when the enemy was still asleep, Fan Yanmu led his team to retreat quickly. They did not rush back to their camp, but waited quietly for the arrival of Fan Heng's army beside a nearby stable.
On the city wall, Fan Heng stared at the black smoke rising in the distance, and he knew in his heart that Fan Yanmu's mission had been accomplished.
He then raised his arm high, gave an order, and the horn sounded loudly, breaking the silence of the night.
The soldiers quickly assembled and prepared to go. Fan Heng took the lead, jumped on his horse, and encouraged with a voice as loud as a bell: "Follow me to charge into the enemy camp and not let the enemy escape alive!"
The city gate burst open, Fan Yanmu took the lead, followed by a surging crowd of warriors behind him, like a flood breaking through a dam, unstoppable.
The Dongchu camp woke up in thick smoke and flames, and chaos and panic filled the air in an instant.