Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

Sun Lu couldn't help but clenched his fists. This was the first time he had seen this method, but he felt it was very efficient.

Boom! The thick and long arrow accurately pierced the big tree on the opposite side, and the tail was still buzzing and vibrating. One can imagine how wild the force was.

Ning Fan was slightly relieved when he saw this scene.

Fortunately, we were prepared in advance, otherwise, all plans would have been ruined.

The distance was too far, so Ning Fan couldn't see where Zhao Liang was for the time being, but he could hear the sounds on the other side.

Everyone held their breath and waited carefully. After a while, there was a tugging force on the rope.

It wasn't until the rope was completely stretched that Ning Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

woo woo woo woo……

A burst of ape's cry came, and Ning Fan understood the meaning.

This is Zhao Liang imitating, which means it is already appropriate.

It is impossible for a team of thousands of people to pass by a rope.

Ning Fan ordered the first team to go over and help Zhao Liang fix more ropes.

And here, the ballista kept firing, and more than twenty ropes were shot to the other side and quickly fixed.

The Dragon Scale Army usually trains on zip lines, and everyone is familiar with zip lines. Under Ning Fan's order, these soldiers picked up the zip lines and safety ropes they carried with them, and sprinted toward the opposite side one by one.

Sun Lu was even more stunned when he saw this scene.

Following Ning Fan, he had seen so many incredible things.

"General Sun, I'll leave fifty people here to take care of you. You can stay too."

Ning Fan said to Sun Lu.

Sun Lu shook his head and said: "Your Highness, please stay, I will take the brothers up."

Ning Fan shook his head firmly: "I won't stay."

After saying that, he ignored Sun Lu and directly grabbed the rope and slid towards the other side.

Ning Fan's figure quickly disappeared on the other side. Sun Lu stamped his feet anxiously, grabbed a set of sliding hooks from the guards around him, and slid directly towards the other side.

After landing, Ning Fan did not immediately order the team to continue moving forward, but first ordered everyone to eat some food and take a short rest.

About half an hour later, Ning Fan ordered the equipment to be checked, and then began to climb up with the team.

In fact, the back side of Yinshan Mountain is not as steep and insurmountable as the legend says. The reason why there is only one way to enter this mountain is largely determined by the fact that it is surrounded by cliffs on three sides.

In fact, the north slope can still be climbed easily. According to Zhao Liang's estimation, everyone can reach the predetermined position before dawn.

Counting the time, the Jurchen tribe leaders should have arrived here by this time.

"Just finished the whole batch."

Ning Fan's eyes showed excitement.

The higher you climb, the more difficult it is not the height, but your physical strength.

The training intensity of the Dragon Scale Army is extremely high, but facing such a climb, it is still a bit difficult.

However, the team's speed was never slow, and soon the team reached a position close to the top of the mountain.

Attack directly, or send out scouts for reconnaissance?

This requires keen awareness and strong judgment. Everyone has drawn their swords and expected a hearty massacre.

But at the critical moment, Ning Fan decided to send someone to investigate first just to be on the safe side.

From Ning Fan's position, he could see the bright lights on the top of the mountain. It was obvious that most of the Jurchen Huyan tribe had fallen asleep at this time.

Several scouts climbed forward cautiously. They were responsible for recording the enemy's position as much as possible so as to provide strong intelligence support for subsequent attacks.

This battle is destined not to last too long, otherwise the thousands of Jurchens stationed in Aokou will notice that it will be difficult for these people to retreat if they want to reinforce the base camp.

As the planner and direct commander of this battle, Ning Fan must bear full responsibility for this action.

Any small mistake of underestimating the enemy will lead to the annihilation of the entire army. As a commander, you must go all out.

Half an hour has passed, and there is already a slight light in the east. If the attack cannot be launched before dawn, then this operation is destined to fail.

Seeing that several scouts were missing, Ning Fan had a bad feeling.

Immediately, the low sound of the horn came over.

"The Jurchens noticed it!"

Sun Lu was so shocked that he almost jumped up.

Ning Fan frowned slightly. He looked sideways at the soldiers around him. They were all holding their breath and focused, and none of them even backed away.

"rush!"

Ning Fan gave the order and everyone rushed towards the top of the mountain like a tide.

At this time, there is only a mere two hundred meters away from the top of the mountain. You must seize the opportunity before the opponent notices it and has no time to react!

Ning Fan also rushed up with the team, his speed was faster than ordinary people.

Even several members of the guard could not keep up with Ning Fan's pace.

Rushing to the top of the mountain, there were hundreds of tents located everywhere. Ning Fan saw the panicked Jurchen men just running out of the tents, before they even had time to pick up weapons.

If we don’t kill him now, when will we wait?

"kill!"

Ning Fan shouted, followed by a shocking shout of killing.

More than two months of devil training created strong morale of the elite Dragon Scale Army.

These people were suffocating in their hearts, like ferocious beasts coming out of their cages. The Jurchen men who had no ability to resist became lambs to be slaughtered.

A little bit of limited resistance was simply not enough to withstand the impact of thousands of people.

The entire snow on the mountain was stained red with blood, and the strong smell of blood made Ning Fan tremble all over.

This is a real war in the era of cold weapons. It is completely different from fighting with modern hot weapons.

In the flash of the sword, the heads were separated, and each living life fell silently.

Ning Fan kept an eye on the most gorgeous tent in the center, which was firmly guarded by hundreds of elite Jurchen warriors.

Apparently the real big shots live in this tent.

"Fire arrows!"

At this time, it was not the time to talk about morality at all. The elites of the Dragon Scale Army around them took off the folding repeating crossbows from their waists and shot out arrows.

Hundreds of elite Jurchen guards were simply not enough to resist Ning Fan's footsteps.

With a hiss, Ning Fan cut a large hole in the gorgeous tent with his knife. Several guards broke into the tent first, and panicked screams immediately came from inside.

There are women, and more than one.

Ning Fan followed them in and saw several women lying in a pool of blood. Among them was a fat man who was glaring angrily.

"You Dakang people dare to attack the Jurchens, aren't you afraid that the Jurchens and the Huns will unite!"

The man was Hu Yanzhuo, the great Khan of the Huyan tribe.

"joke!"

"We in Dakang allow you Jurchens to occupy Yunzhou, so you won't unite with the Huns?"

Ning Fan sneered.