Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1163 The Night Was Like Blood

Inside the central command tent, Atsumi Mitsuo was putting on his armor, bending down to tuck his straight sword into his waistband, holding his helmet in his hand, and stepping forward, preparing to go out of the tent entrance to command the battle.

Unexpectedly, a spear pierced through the sturdy fabric of the military tent and entered the central command tent.

Caught off guard, Atsumi Mitsufumi didn't even have time to dodge before the spear pierced his chest and stuck straight into the ground, supporting his standing body.

Atsumi Mitsuo opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout, but a stream of blood rushed up from below and sprayed everywhere from his open mouth.

His eyes dimmed as he looked at the entrance to the central command tent, waiting for the owner of the spear to appear.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng had already pulled on the reins, turned a corner, bypassed the central command tent, and started charging towards the pirate generals who were organizing resistance.

There was no need to check; his consciousness had already scanned the entire central command tent, knowing that the pirate leader had been pierced through the body and was clearly beyond saving.

The entire camp of five thousand pirates was in complete chaos. The pirates who crawled out of their tents were in a panic, searching for the enemy everywhere.

In the darkness of the night, fear filled them.

During the daytime, these pirates would not be in such disarray.

But facing the darkness, one naturally feels fear, lest one be careless and have an enemy chop off one's head.

According to Lin Feng's plan to raid the camp, 285 cavalrymen from the Zhenfeng Battalion began to charge in alternating waves along both sides of the camp.

One of the routes, after reaching the end of the military camp, immediately turned back.

Hundreds of cavalrymen rampaged through the pirate camp without encountering any significant resistance or obstacles.

The newly organized pirate groups were routed by only twenty or thirty riders, and they all fled for their lives.

In less than half an hour, the entire Zhenfeng Battalion of 285 riders had charged back and forth through the pirate camp three times.

By the third round, the warhorse no longer looked back, charged straight out of the pirate camp, and disappeared into the darkness.

As dawn broke, the pirate camp quieted down, and much of the cleanup work was underway.

The bodies were carried to the middle of the camp and laid out side by side.

After taking stock, the night raid resulted in over 1,700 deaths and injuries.

The pirate leader, General Atsumi Mitsuo, was killed in battle, and his body was laid flat in the central command tent.

Below General Wei, two commanders of a thousand and five commanders of a hundred also died.

The pirates suffered a crushing defeat in the battle, and the remaining pirates, whether soldiers or officers, were all dejected and felt they had lost all face.

Three other commanders, having escaped the calamity, were still shaken and worried about whether they would survive the wrath of Atsumi Akiyama's whip.

This icy beauty is unlike other leaders. Not only is she short-tempered, but she is also ruthless. She shows no mercy even to her own people.

They went to war with Atsumi Mikado, and their leader died.

Will I still be alive?

The three commanders looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The most critical question they face right now is whether this defeated army should continue towards Guang'an County or turn back to Funing Prefecture.

The three men were of equal rank and all listened to Atsumi Misao. Now that there was no leader, whose orders should they listen to?

The three commanders organized their troops and then went into their tents to discuss their next move.

One of the commanders, a man over forty years old and very experienced, hesitated for a moment before speaking first.

"Judging from last night's enemy attack on the camp, they were after our leader. Lord Atsumi is dead, and two commanders of the same rank were also killed. What's next, gentlemen?"

The other two commanders felt a chill run down their spines when they heard his analysis.

The three of them went to the central command tent and witnessed firsthand how Atsumi Mio died; it was truly shocking.

A general was pierced through the body by a spear from a distance before he even left his military tent. The spear went straight through his chest, and even the sturdy armor plates on his chest could not stop the spear's thrust.

Another point is that the opponent threw the spear through the tent. How could they hit the target if they couldn't see it?

Therefore, the three people felt that this person was extraordinary, and the team he led was also no ordinary team.

After half the night of this commotion, with the enemy killing them back and forth several times, not a single enemy corpse was left at the scene.

What kind of bizarre battle is this?

Even if you leave behind a few clues, or manage to capture one or two enemy soldiers, you can still glean some information from them.

However, apart from the thunderous sound of horses' hooves echoing all over the world, no one could even say how many troops had entered.

If we return to Funing Prefecture like this, wouldn't Lord Atsumi Akiyama skin us alive?

"Can you tell how many troops have arrived?"

"No, by the time I organized my soldiers to charge over, they had already left."

What did you discover?

"Sigh, it's so dark and we can't see anything clearly, how could we possibly make a discovery?"

Having reached this point in their discussion, they lost all interest in talking further. The three of them lowered their heads and stared blankly at the ants crawling on the ground.

After a long while, the commander, who was in his forties, couldn't help but speak again.

"We have to come up with a plan, otherwise, if things continue like this, and night falls, what if they attack the camp again? We might lose all three of our lives..."

Another, younger commander suddenly jumped up.

"Let's go, let's go now, let's go back to Fu Ning Prefecture immediately. Even if Lord Qiu Shan skins us alive, we can't let outsiders kill us."

In his heart, dying at the hands of his beloved was not too shameful.

"Okay, it's not too late to leave now. We can definitely get back before dark."

The three men made up their minds that if they were to die, they would die at the hands of their own people.

The pirates immediately assembled, organized their camp, packed their belongings, and squads of soldiers began to break camp and head back.

Because of the rush, rows of corpses were abandoned and left to rot in the wilderness.

Some seriously wounded soldiers were carried on stretchers made of tree branches, dragged behind horses, raising clouds of dust as they sped back the way they came.

All the pirates knew that once night fell, no one could guarantee that another attack would occur, and their good luck from last night would probably come to an end.

Lin Feng led the Zhenfeng Battalion to a point forty li (approximately 20 kilometers) before Guang'an County, where they dismounted and rested.

We can't enter the city yet. If the pirates go berserk and chase after us, we're all cavalry. We can circle around the pirates in the open field, but if we enter the city and get trapped inside, we'll lose our advantage.

After taking stock of the losses, the results were not bad. Thirty-three people were injured, two of whom were seriously wounded, but they still gritted their teeth and continued on.

However, he was lying on the horse's back and couldn't move.

When they were carried off the plane, one soldier had already died, and the other, who had been stabbed multiple times, was beyond saving.

The other injured were also treated and are now out of danger.

However, the Zhenfeng Battalion was reduced from 285 riders to 283 riders.

If it were someone else, this achievement would be incredibly glorious, a classic worthy of being recorded in history, a glory they could boast about for a lifetime.

Lin Feng remained calm and continued to prepare for the funerals of the fallen Zhenfeng Battalion soldiers.

The names of the fallen soldiers were recorded, and then they were buried in a chosen location.

Lin Feng led all his soldiers to stand in front of the two graves and observe a moment of silence for half an hour.