Chapter 5: Night Battle at the Military Camp

  "Hiss!" Guo Fei's sword flashed out, instantly severing the skeleton's neck. The skull rolled to his feet, its two mouths opening and closing as it snapped at Guo Fei's ankles.

  Kuo Fei's foot went down, and his bones shattered, with two crystal blocks the size of fingernails rolling out from inside.

  "Soul Crystal, pick it up!" The big man reminded him to put Guo Fei behind the formation, and Guo Fei took the opportunity to pick it up.

  In an instant, a cold current invaded the skin, several tens of degrees lower than the temperature outside in the snow and ice. A layer of frost formed on his hands instantly. Guo Fei's internal heat flow shifted, and the chill dissipated.

  "Don't pick it up with your hands, wrap a cloth around them, you fool!" The big man glared at him, his voice as harsh as a broken gong.

  Guo Fei heard this and knew how they had picked up the object, so he used his sleeve to wrap it up, his eyes flashing as he handed the two soul crystals over to the big man.

  "How can this be good, this is your spoils of war." The big man looked at the soul crystal, his eyes shining with excitement.

  "If it weren't for Big Brother just now, I wouldn't have made it out alive. Consider this a token of gratitude!" Guo Fei insisted on handing it over.

  Guo Fei had his own plans and couldn't spend his whole life in the slave barracks. To have a way out, he needed to think of a method. Making friends with these people was also a way out. Giving them this soul crystal as a "gift" wouldn't necessarily be a loss. Seeing the gaze of the Great Han, Guo Fei knew that these soul crystals were extraordinary and could move them.

  The big Han gave a wink, and someone behind him took over, putting it in a leather bag specifically for such items.

  At this time, the soldiers in the barracks, after losing a thousand men, as more and more soldiers woke up from their confusion and joined the battle, gradually turned the situation around.

  After all, there were less than two thousand skeleton soldiers coming, and a regiment had ten thousand people. These skeletons were no match for them.

  "Kill!" The soldiers in the camp took the initiative to attack, and the killing cry shook the sky.

  The burly man led his squad in a swift and fierce charge towards the Skullcannon soldiers. The big man was exceptionally brave, wielding his massive sword like an axe, chopping down enemies left and right, leaving Guo Fei secretly amazed.

  Guo Fei was also busy, his sword flashing like the wind, and he killed five skulls in a row, with an efficiency even higher than that of Da Han's team. He gave all the soul crystals he obtained to Da Han's team.

  "Boom!" The camp gate burst open with a loud crash.

  "Whoosh!" A white shadow flashed, and the stout man near the gate in the Han army formation was lifted up by a long spear, with fresh blood spraying out and splashing onto the snowy ground.

  Guo Fei raised his eyes and took a sudden breath of cold air. In front of him was a tall bony horse, its body composed of huge bones, with iron armor wrapped around its vital parts, equipped with a saddle, and two dark red glows flashing in its empty eye sockets. Underneath it, a cluster of black fog floated like it was floating on the snowy ground, looking very eerie.

  A rider sat upright on horseback, shrouded in a dark mist that obscured his true face, exuding an eerie and chilling aura that almost suffocated. In his hand was a one-meter-long bone spear that pierced the stout man. The figure slowly retreated to the camp gate.

  "Old Five!" The big man bellowed in anger and was about to charge forward.

  "Boss, don't be impulsive, he might have the strength of a Ghost Guard!" The big man beside him tightly grabbed onto the big man.

  With the appearance of a ghost guard, the battle suddenly stopped for a moment, and all the skulls quickly retreated, escaping from the encirclement of the human soldiers.

  "How dare you! Your demon tribe is so reckless, do you want to provoke a war between the two tribes?! We will report this to the Spirit Tribe and you will be punished!" A deep voice came from inside the camp, King Zhi, wearing copper-plated soft armor, grasped a silver-white long sword and walked out slowly.

  "Haha. The Bei Yuan tribe will only hide under the wings of the Jiang clan and struggle to survive. Hum, the Ling tribe, after a thousand years, I don't know if they have real talent or just a name, our Ghost King has long wanted to experience it for himself. Tell your lord, within one month, prepare 10,000 living people, 100,000 steel swords, and 100,000 long spears. Send them to the north of the Lu Ri Desert, at the edge of the Death Fog Sea. Otherwise, we will come ourselves, and when that time comes, it will be the downfall of your Zhao country."

  The knight shrouded in dark fog let out a sinister voice, making people's hair stand on end. After he finished speaking, the skeletal horse turned its head and slowly retreated with a team of skulls.

  "Company Commander, kill him, avenge my fifth brother!" The big Han shouted loudly and was about to rush out.

  "Shut up!" A man beside the captain shouted angrily, looking coldly at the big man.

  "Captain, I'm afraid we need to report this to the Legion Commander quickly. The demons don't seem to have come with good intentions this time." A man who looked like a clerk behind the captain said in a low voice.

  "Report to the general throughout the night, set off wolf smoke for warning! Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and strengthen vigilance." The camp captain quickly gave several orders. Everyone started bustling around.

  Guo Fei took a look and hastily retreated to the back, preparing to sneak away. After all, he had come to steal food, but unfortunately encountered such an event.

  "Hey! Young brother, aren't you the blacksmith from the slave soldier camp? How did you discover the invasion of the ghost tribe?" One of the members of the big Han's team suddenly recognized Guo Fei, as they often went to them for repairing their weapons and were naturally familiar.

  "Haha!" Guo Fei felt a bit embarrassed, pointing to the backpack on his back. The other person smiled knowingly and didn't say a word. At this time, Guo Fei's martial skills had already made him look at Guo Fei in a different light. This was a world where the strong were respected, with such skills, who would dare to underestimate him? Stealing some food, this small matter, they wouldn't bother with it.

  Taking advantage of the night, when the soldiers were busy, Guo Fei quietly slipped out of the military camp and returned to the blacksmith's shop in the slave soldier's camp.

  "What's happened!" The old man looked at Guo Fei who had returned to the barracks with a bloody body and asked in surprise.

  Guo Fei told the truth about what had happened.

  The old man sighed silently for a moment and said: "You and I have exhausted our fate, and we will probably part ways."

  "Wen Shu, why is this?" Guo Fei asked in surprise.

  "Those who can fight against the ghost tribe are all ranked warriors, you have revealed your martial skills, they will definitely not let you work as a blacksmith here. You now have the cultivation of a mid-level warrior, this time the ghost tribe came with ill intentions, the barracks lack manpower, and they will definitely recruit you. Before leaving, Wen Shu didn't have much to give you, so he gave you a sword!"

  "I!" Guo Fei was about to say. The old man waved his hand and said, "When you're young, you should go out and make a name for yourself, rely on your own efforts to create a future, don't be like me, an old turtle hiding here, being a coward! You were not born a slave, after entering the army camp, you can shed your slave soldier identity and become a free citizen."

  The old man finished speaking, seemingly stirring up a painful memory, suddenly aging a lot, hunching his back and walking out, taking out a dark steel from the stone house beside him.

  "What's this?" Guo Fei's eyes flashed as he looked at Tie Duan.

  "This is Xuan Tie. Perhaps the previous blacksmiths didn't recognize its value, or perhaps they weren't skilled enough to forge such fine iron, so it was left here, and now you're getting a good deal!" The old man revealed a rare smile.

  "Thank you, Uncle Wen!" Guo Fei had always wanted a sword and was overjoyed, sincerely thanking him.

  "Stop idle chatter and forge iron while it's hot!"

  Guo Fei's eyebrows opened with a smile, and he quickly brought over a large amount of charcoal, burning the furnace fire vigorously. The two began to forge.

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