Huang Fuhui ran along the rope towards the Great Zhou military camp, and more than a dozen companions behind him also slid down the rope without hesitation, they were wearing Great Zhou armor, and soon came to the edge of the military camp. On several occasions, they all ran into the patrolling Great Zhou soldiers, but they were all skillfully dodged. At this time, the Great Zhou military camp experienced a disparity in strength, and then returned to calm, but Huang Fuhui and others still did not dare to take it lightly.

At this time, a group of patrolling Great Zhou soldiers came towards them with steady steps, but they were greeted by an unusually young young general, Huang Fuhui's heart sank, and he naturally recognized the unusually young young general. That person was Ling Tianyun, although he had heard of Ling Tianyun's legend, but he really didn't expect Ling Tianyun to be so young, at most he was only the age of a weak crown.

Although everyone was wearing the armor of the Great Zhou Army, he didn't have the confidence to dodge from Ling Tianyun's eyes, so he led everyone towards a tent with only a few flickering figures. The camp was flickering with figures reflected by the candlelight, but there were few people, and Huang Fuhui decisively led everyone to rush into the camp. When they entered the tent, they were stunned, for there was no one in the tent.

I saw a few pieces of paper in the shape of a man hanging next to the lit candle, and the breeze blew in from outside the tent, and the pieces of paper in the shape of a person hung by silk threads shook in the wind, and several figures could be seen walking around in the tent outside the tent. Huang Fuhui suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, he didn't expect that there was no one in this camp, this was simply an empty city, there were obviously not many people in the Great Zhou military camp, and the tearing and killing just now should be the only soldiers left in the military camp. Moreover, the Great Zhou army here should be under the command of Ling Tianyun, and he only led a few hundred people to stay in the entire military camp.

After the patrol had left, Huang Fuhui and the others came out of the tent, and he looked around, and the dense tent was like a chessboard, and the pontoon bridge they were looking for was nowhere to be seen. The Great Zhou army should have sent most of its soldiers to build a pontoon bridge overnight, otherwise why would this camp be so empty. It was obviously even more difficult to burn down the pontoon bridge, and they didn't even see any trace of it.

"Hope you can succeed!" Huang Fuhui secretly looked forward to it in his heart, only more than half of them were left, and the personnel led by Ye Yinfeng had not moved at all so far, he believed in Ye Yinfeng, but he was still worried in his heart. If the pontoon bridge is not burned tonight, then Shouzhou City will face the offensive of the Great Zhou army like a tiger descending from the mountain, and with the existing Shouzhou troops and Lin Renzhao's troops, it will not be able to resist its edge at all.

The night was dark, just as there was little hope, Huang Fuhui's mood was extremely heavy, obviously the Great Zhou army had already moved the place where the pontoon bridge was built, leaving an empty camp. He was a little unwilling in his heart, but he could no longer lead these dozen or so people to adventure, even if he found the pontoon bridge, could he just rely on his own ten or so people to fight against tens of thousands of Great Zhou troops. Looking at the young faces in front of him, although the faces of these people had a strong fighting intent and a resolute attitude towards death, he really couldn't bear to let these robes go to death.

Thinking of this, the resoluteness on Huang Fuhui's face became rich, although he couldn't bear to watch these robes who were born and died die under the sword of the Great Zhou Army, but their trip was already doomed, since it was better to simply fight. If they can't burn the pontoon bridge of the Great Zhou Army, then they will have another goal, as long as they can severely damage the Great Zhou Army. He looked around and made a bold decision.

"Brothers, I can't help you, this trip is doomed to be in vain, the Great Zhou Army has already transferred the pontoon bridge, with our current manpower

You can't burn the pontoon. Therefore, Ben decided that if he burned the grain and grass of the Great Zhou Kingdom, even if he could not complete the task, as long as he could severely damage the Great Zhou army, it would be worth dying. If you have someone who is going with Ben, please stand up, and if you can't accompany Ben to die, you can leave. Huang Fuhui said to everyone with a solemn face.

"General Huangfu, I came here with the certainty of death, and General Huangfu said that we would burn it. Even if we die, we have to pull a few Great Zhou soldiers on our backs, so that the Great Zhou Army knows that our Tang soldiers are not greedy for life and afraid of death. A resolute glint in one of his companion's eyes flashed as he whispered back to Huang Fuhui. The other companions were silent, apparently not any of them withdrew, which made Huang Fuhui feel both sad and relieved.

"If there is an afterlife, I will be brothers with you again." , It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but at this time, Huang Fuhui felt that his eyes were moist. Everyone sorted out the bamboo tubes behind them, and under the leadership of Huang Fuhui, they soon found the baggage camp where the Great Zhou military camp placed grain and grass. At this time, there were only a few people guarding the Great Zhou Heavy Camp, and everyone couldn't help but be happy when they saw this situation.

Huang Fuhui took the lead, raising his saber and slashing at the Great Zhou soldiers, and soon those Great Zhou soldiers were killed. Everyone broke into the Great Zhou Heavy Camp, they saw the pile full of grain and grass, everyone took off the bamboo tube behind them, they poured the black oil in the bamboo tube on the Great Zhou Grain and Grass, and suddenly the heavy camp was filled with a rotten smell, and all the grain and grass were stained with the black oil.

The people lit the black oil with the fire fold, and the flame instantly covered the grain and grass, and the raging fire rose in the wind, and the fire spread at once. The flames rushed to the sky, and the red flames were immediately exposed in the Great Zhou military camp, and they were soon discovered by the Great Zhou soldiers. Hundreds of Great Zhou soldiers rushed in the direction of the baggage camp, and when they saw the blazing fire, they quickly surrounded Huang Fuhui and the others.

"Kill!" I don't know who shouted, Huang Fuhui and the others raised their sabers and rushed towards the Great Zhou army. In the blazing firelight, there were blood arrows that soared straight up, and there was a thick bloody breath in the firelight, the sound of grain and grass burning was mixed with the sound of tearing and killing, the dull sound of sharp weapons entering inside, and the sound of metal resonance, suddenly the Great Zhou military camp boiled, and the blood and fire were staggered, and a bloody and fire-tore disturbed this gloomy night.

Huang Fuhui's face was very calm, even if he saw a companion fall under the weapon of the Great Zhou Army, he saw a companion who was stabbed in the chest by the Great Zhou Army was screaming miserably, and he saw the soaring blood arrows rising into the sky, but he still felt that he was extremely calm, his face was the same, but his heart was the same. He already had the determination to die, he had no regrets, at least he had killed more than a dozen Great Zhou soldiers.

In the end, he was defeated by the young general, who slashed his saber in the middle with a single sword, and then the other party slashed himself in the back of the neck with a palm. Suddenly, he fainted, but he knew that the young general who had stunned him was Ling Tianyun, that powerful young man, before he fainted, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and another figure flashed in his mind, a slender blue-shirted young man.

Ye Yinfeng led everyone and did not approach the Great Zhou military camp, but chose a remote path to avoid the Great Zhou military camp. He followed the Nahuai River all the way north, and in front of him was a group of mountains that were not too high. Under the gloomy night, the mountains were like hideous beasts, looking down on the Huai River, but Ye Yinfeng led everyone to walk quickly towards the mountains, and everyone climbed the highest peak in the mountains.

Standing on top of that peak, you can see a river rushing down from the north

The flow happened to flow to the Huai River, and the two rivers met and the river water surged into the sky. In addition to seeing the magnificent scene at the confluence of the two rivers, they also saw that there were countless Zhou soldiers holding torches in the upper reaches of the confluence of the Huai River and another big river, and the Great Zhou army seemed to be building huge fortifications, although their eyes had been covered by the firelight, but they all knew that the Great Zhou army was building a pontoon bridge.

"Rest on the spot and take turns on duty." Ye Yinfeng didn't seem to want to say more, he just ordered gently. And the other soldiers were full of puzzlement, they had already found the pontoon bridge that the Great Zhou army was building, but why they let them rest on the spot. "Ye Gongzi, I can't wait, why is this?" One of the soldiers questioned Ye Yinfeng with a dissatisfied tone, while the other soldiers looked at Ye Yinfeng with the same puzzled gaze.

"This is an order, if anyone dares to disobey the military order." Ye Yinfeng didn't want to say more, but replied coldly. His eyes looked in the direction of the Great Zhou army again, and then he found a rock for himself and lay down. Seeing Ye Yinfeng so indifferent, everyone's faces changed slightly, but they dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, after all, Huang Fuhui had already ordered that the supreme commander of their team was Ye Yinfeng.

The night was getting thicker, and time flew by unconsciously, Ye Yinfeng opened his eyes, and a brilliant light flashed from his eyes. "All of them come down the mountain with me." This was the third sentence Ye Yinfeng said, and soon this group of dissatisfied Southern Tang soldiers lifted their spirits and went down the mountain. Soon, they came to the foot of the mountain, and Ye Yinfeng led them towards the river.

I saw that there were more than a dozen small boats on the bank of the river, and soon some soldiers showed angry eyes in their eyes. "Ye Gongzi, do you want us to go back?" Immediately, a soldier asked angrily, but Ye Yinfeng just glanced at him coldly and did not speak. "All the people get on the boat and go down the river, you can reach the pontoon bridge built by the Great Zhou army, you just need to pour the black oil from the bamboo tube behind you on the pontoon bridge, and use the fire to light the black oil." Ye Yinfeng told his plan at this time.

At this time, this group of Southern Tang elites realized that Ye Yinfeng was going to burn the pontoon bridge while the Great Zhou army was lax. Suddenly, this group of Southern Tang elites boarded the boat one after another, because they were upstream, and the boat could quickly reach the pontoon bridge without rowing, so that they could get rid of the encirclement and suppression of the Great Zhou army. After the thirty elites of the Southern Tang Dynasty boarded the boat, Ye Yinfeng did not move, just quietly watched the dozen or so boats gallop towards the pontoon bridge.

A petite figure appeared behind Ye Yinfeng, and a faint fragrance penetrated Ye Yinfeng's nose, and Ye Yinfeng turned around. He saw a slightly childish and perfect face, and when he saw a shallow smile embedded in that face, a warm current flowed into his heart. "Brother Xiaofeng, we are all ready, just wait for them to attract the attention of the Great Zhou Army." The beautiful and flawless face still has a bit of shyness.

"Wanru, thank you for me, Lord Lu and all the heroes of Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion." Ye Yinfeng's face showed a long-lost smile, and he said to the petite figure. "Brother Xiaofeng, why are you so polite, my father said, this time the action is up to you, the first time you command the battle, we naturally have to fully cooperate." Lu Wanru grimaced at Ye Yinfeng and said mischievously.

"It's just a pity that this group of elites in the army, they deserve to be my Tang warriors." Ye Yinfeng's eyes were filled with a hint of sadness, and he turned his head to look at the dozen or so boats. At this time, the river was turbulent, and the dozen or so boats had begun to approach the pontoon bridge built by Da Zhou, but he knew that these elites of the Southern Tang Dynasty were destined to fail, and the price of failure was to die in the turbulent waves of the Huai River.