Starting as a centurion, he fought his way through the chaos of the world.

Chapter 59 Night Attack
The warm winter winds and this strange phenomenon, though their meaning is unknown, have already confirmed that this disaster will be no small matter.

The Great Yu Dynasty is likely to experience an unprecedented period of chaos.

"My lord, dinner is ready!"

Li Xirou's voice rang out in the room, pulling Lu Ming back from his thoughts.

It was already getting dark.

After stepping into the house, Lu Ming started eating, and this time the two remained silent.

Li Xirou's eyes were full of worry, but she didn't say anything.

Lu Ming, on the other hand, was thinking about how to improve his own strength and that of his subordinates as quickly as possible, so that they could survive this catastrophe and protect their families.

After finishing his meal, he donned his armor and went out.

Li Xirou leaned against the door frame and gazed into the distance.

After Lu Ming's figure disappeared, he silently returned to the house and lit a candle.

In the front yard, besides Zhang Meng and Sun Tian, ​​who led more than a thousand people to guard the house, there was also the construction of stables.

Everyone else had already gathered together.

Several cooks were squatting on the ground, heads down, eating their meals.

Clearly, all the soldiers had already eaten.

Wang Han walked over and bowed, saying, "General, everyone has assembled."

The gleaming longsword in the hands of the Mo Dao soldier had been covered by a black cloth.

The waist knife was sheathed.

"Let's go!" Lu Ming ordered without further ado.

At the same time, they walked out of the courtyard and leaped onto the horse's back.

Others followed.

Under the cover of night, we headed towards Heishan County.

No one spoke in the group; only Wang Han quietly gave orders.

"In this ambush of the bandits, not a single one should be left alive."

When his voice rang out, the people behind him were also whispering it to each other.

Lu Ming then spurred his horse forward.

In the Great Yu of today, after dark, you can hardly see anyone else.

Therefore, in the vast night, only the sound of the army's footsteps could be heard.

Of the more than three thousand people, even the weakest among them is now in the mid-stage of Body Tempering.

The strongest Mo Dao soldier has even reached the Bone Forging Realm.

And while they were moving forward in silence.

Within the Baili family today.

Baili Xun looked at the steward beside him and asked, "Are the Wang family of Lingzhou still in Hongdu Prefecture?"

"They're still here. Qian Yong doesn't dare to interfere. They've plundered a lot of money and grain these days. They've almost looted the entire Hongdu Prefecture. I don't know how much money and grain they've gotten."

The butler said with a hint of resentment.

One of his villages in his hometown was looted.

"The Wang family's Gale Cavalry are not easy to deal with, especially now. If we clash with them and our people suffer losses, next year will be even more difficult. Let's just bear with it."

In chaotic times, even these powerful families have to be extremely careful.

One wrong step and you're doomed.

Especially the Baili family, a prominent family with few friends.

They are more likely to be isolated.

What they need to do now is to observe and wait for someone with the real potential to control the world to emerge before supporting that person.

Alternatively, a suitable person may be chosen from among the various families to ascend the throne.

Of course, if the Great Yu can avert this great disaster, they will remain a wealthy and powerful clan with a deep-rooted heritage.

In short, safeguarding the family's interests is the top priority.

"What you say is true, sir!" the butler quickly replied with a fawning smile.

Then, Baili Xun continued, "During this time, inquire about the situation in various places and report back to me as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir!"

The butler responded and then carefully withdrew.

As night deepened, a layer of frost covered Lu Ming's armor.

However, just as dawn broke, they approached the bandits' camp. Lu Ming had already dismounted.

Wang Han stood beside him and pointed to a rather large stockade ahead, saying, "Sir, that's the bandits' camp. There are two watchtowers outside, responsible for keeping watch. Inside the camp, there are several rows of barracks, where the bandits sleep."

The stables are at the foot of the mountain, at the very back of the campsite.

Lu Ming glanced at the barracks ahead, a cold glint in his eyes.

He was determined to acquire the Ironclad Cavalry. With cavalry, even if he couldn't guarantee a place in the chaotic world, he would at least have the leverage to negotiate with any power.

When I thought of this...

Looking at Wang Han beside him, he said, "Find a few capable men to take care of the people on the watchtower and the guards at the gate. Then we'll sneak in without them having a chance to mount their horses."

His voice was deep, but it contained a murderous intent.

"My lord, I will go myself!" Wang Han tightened his grip on the knife.

Then, he led a hundred men and, like raccoon dogs, rushed into the night.

In the pitch-black night, a thin mist floated on the ground.

They weaved through it, smashing through the mist.

The cotton armor gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

As they got closer and closer to the village gate...

Two archers simultaneously aimed at the bandits who were dozing on the watchtower.

"Whoosh!" The faint sound of arrows piercing the air rang out, and then the necks of the two warriors on the arrow towers were pierced.

His body went limp, and he collapsed to the spot.

They died without ever knowing what had happened.

On the ground, the bandits who were supposed to be guarding the gate were also fast asleep.

The slight noise did not wake them up.

As Wang Han approached and swung his long sword, slashing fiercely...

The others behind him followed suit.

Outside the village gate, where the air was filled with the glint of swords, a terrifying scene unfolded.

All you could see was blood shooting skyward.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that each bandit had their mouth tightly held shut, while another person was slashing at their necks with a knife.

Accustomed to their usual arrogance, they never imagined that anyone would dare to attack them.

In his sleep, he had already ended his sinful life.

So none of this attracted the attention of others.

Lu Ming watched from a distance as the camp gate was opened.

Without the slightest hesitation, he waved his hand to signal the army to follow, and at the same time, he drew his sword and charged out.

He walked very fast, each step he took was quick.

Lightweight yet stable.

As the night deepened, more and more people appeared outside the camp, surging into the camp like a tide in a short time.

At this moment, Lu Ming waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to deal with the bandits in the barracks on both sides.

Under the moonlight, the battle officially began.

Soon, blood splattered from the barracks windows.

It was accompanied by faint screams.

Lu Ming stood still, clad in dark armor, his hand resting on a long sword.

His eyes, like those of a hawk, scanned the scene.

Behind him followed nearly a hundred warriors clad in cotton armor and wielding long-handled swords.

Under the moonlight, he was like a messenger from hell.

"Who goes there!" A sharp voice broke the silence.

It was a group of bandits on patrol; they came out from the barracks at the back.

There was horror on his face.

Lu Ming immediately waved his hand and shouted, "Kill!"

Then, the Mo Dao soldiers charged out with heavy steps.

The blade gleamed with a cold, clear light under the bright moon.

The image reflected on people's faces was ferocious and terrifying.

(End of this chapter)