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"Are you scared?"

Chen Fei had only done one experiment, and it was a cruel one at that.

Since everyone disliked Mu Jiu, they would give everyone a chance to vent. At the same time, they would verify the defense of the soldiers.

These one hundred and thirty odd soldiers all acquired a few special abilities after making a pact with them, but how strong they were, Chen Fei was not clear, and at the same time, because of his own uniqueness, it was not easy to test it out for himself, so Mu Jiu was selected.

Amongst everyone present, Mu Jiu did not drink the least, but he did not drink much either.

Within a distance of fifty meters, the arrows shot out by the outstanding archers could theoretically penetrate Mu Jiu's calves by using a stone bow, but the result was that the arrow had only penetrated a distance of less than two centimeters. What did this mean?

Not only did the strength of the soldiers increase, the toughness of their flesh also increased.

In the era of cold weapons, such soldiers were human tanks, capable of breaking through almost any defense line!

Thus, Chen Fei decided to rush straight into the Base Camp and charge forward without hesitation!

The soldiers cheered and immediately began their preparations.

There was no pot here, nor was there any food. There was only the leftover horse meat left over from yesterday's meal. After grilling it for a while, everyone divided a piece and then drank some water, and the team was ready.

The 22 horses were all gathered up and given to the strongest red scarfed soldier to use. Qu Tong took the lead as the vanguard.

As for Mu Jiu, he was temporarily appointed as the leader of the cloth-armored soldiers. This could be considered as his reward for risking his life to conduct experiments.

Mu Jiu was crying tears of joy, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, but was kicked away by Chen Fei.

Even if his pants were torn to shreds, he didn't know how to deal with it. A disgusting hole appeared in his crotch. It was just a scam, how could a man's piss be cut off by the roots?

Chen Fei was in the middle, leading dozens of soldiers in leather armor.

The soldiers had insisted on giving Chen Fei a horse, but after some thought, Chen Fei refused as it was impossible for him to ride a horse without a saddle or stirrup.

This was a helpless action, but it moved the soldiers to tears. They all thought that Chen Fei was a merciful subordinate, a vanguard, a good master that was hard to come by. Thus, a long cry resounded throughout the valley.

Around eight in the morning, the army had set off, approaching the entrance of the valley in a grandiose manner.

After 40 minutes, they arrived at the canyon where they fought yesterday. The place was still in a mess. Hundreds of corpses were lying in the canyon. The dying horses were whining.

Almost all the weapons and armor of the soldiers had been taken away, and the corpses were left on both sides of the road. There was a clear path in the middle, and the marks of wheels, hooves, and sandals were all over the place.

The moment he entered the battlefield, the difference between a professional soldier and an ordinary person immediately revealed itself.

Immediately, six riders left the formation, three riding towards the south and three riding towards the north.

At the same time, ten soldiers in leather armor rapidly climbed up the cliffs on both sides.

Seven or eight minutes later, the whistling sound rose and fell in all directions, seeming to contain some sort of pattern.

Very quickly, Zheng Yang galloped his horse and arrived in front of Chen Fei. He cupped his fists and bowed: "emperor, there are no hidden troops on the cliffs on both sides, there are no enemy troops within five miles from the rear, and there are no enemy troops within five miles. emperor, please instruct us!"

Chen Fei nodded his head in approval, pointing his sword towards the north as he shouted, "Forward!"

"Forward!" Zheng Yang shouted.

"Forward!" Qu Tong patted the saddle of the horse and led the rest of the riders to fly away.

Over a hundred people divided into three teams, one in the front, one in the middle, one in the back. They were over a hundred meters apart from each other as they quickly made their way through the canyon.

As the leader, Zheng Yang rode on a horse and rode back and forth. One moment he would shout at the cloth-clothed soldiers behind him to quickly leave, and another moment he would rush to the front to ask for more information.

After an hour or so, the team had traveled five kilometers. The mountains on both sides of the road had gradually slowed down and the field of view had gradually widened.

"Report!" Suddenly, the rider on the red cloth soldier got down from his horse and kowtowed: "Reporting to emperor, there are enemy soldiers blocking the path seven miles ahead!"

When they were finally about to fight face to face, Chen Fei felt a surge of excitement and asked, "How many people?"

The scout replied, "About a thousand people. It should be a grain Base Camp. There should be more than three hundred grain carriages and over a thousand oxen!"

"Only a thousand people, exterminate them!"

"Yes, burn the fodder carriages and starve the allied army!"

Even though this team was small, their morale was high and all of them had their confidence boosted to the limit. Let alone the logistics unit of over a thousand people, even an elite cavalry unit of ten thousand people would dare to charge face to face.

Zheng Yang still had some rationality, he frowned and asked: "Which troop, who is the leader?"

The scout replied, "The general does not know, but the flag with black and red letters should be under the command of Nine River King, Ying Bu!"

"Ying Bu, this villain, has disturbed my Jiang Dong. Duke Duanren's path of retreat is truly hateful!" Both of Zheng Yang's eyes became round, and he dismounted, kneeling down: "emperor, Zheng Yang requests for orders, break Ying Bu's grain Base Camp!"

Did he have to fight?

Although Chen Fei was nervous, he was filled with anticipation. The man's blood was boiling at this moment.

I gave you guys your confidence. If you don't come here to verify it, you will definitely feel stifled.

Chen Fei waved his hand and shouted, "Kill!"

"Understood!" Zheng Yang was ecstatic, he immediately mounted his horse and roared as he dashed forward.

"Everyone, accelerate!" Chen Fei did not dare to hesitate and immediately ordered the cloth-clad and leather-armored soldiers to increase their speed.

On the rugged mountain road, if you relied on your two legs to travel seven kilometers, even running would take at least half an hour.

Although Chen Fei admitted that he was not running very slowly, he only ran four to five miles. When he was about a kilometer away from the battlefield, he suddenly noticed a dozen of thick smoke rising up in front of him, followed by the sound of people shouting and horses hissing. Hundreds of soldiers rushed out of the bushes, howling and pouncing towards Chen Fei's direction.

"It's time to build your career. Brothers, kill them! Behead them one by one as a reward!" Mu Jiu's feminine voice came from behind him.

Under Mu Jiu's bewitching, seventy to eighty soldiers looked like they were on stimulants as they drew their weapons and welcomed the incoming attack with a few loud cries.

Mu Jiu stood in front of Chen Fei with a sharp sword in hand, looking extremely loyal: "Don't be afraid emperor, I will protect you!"

Ugh, am I scared?