Chapter 4: The Ghost Tribe's Night Raid

  "Wen Shu. That day, I saw the county master wave her hand and heal my injuries with a very mysterious technique, what kind of magic is that?" Guo Fei rarely mentioned these things before because every time he asked about cultivation, the old man would become very sad and unwilling to speak, so Guo Fei didn't ask. Now that the old man brought it up himself, he quickly raised his own long-held questions.

  Guo Fei now discovered that the old man was no ordinary person. For example, in such a cold temperature, the old man taught Guo Fei a set of breathing exercises, and within just one month, Guo Fei's energy was abundant and his vitality was unparalleled, making the severe cold seem no longer daunting, which was unimaginable before.

  Although Guo Fei did not know what had happened to the old man and why he came here as a slave soldier, there must be some hidden reason.

  "Heh heh. Zhao family's little girl, only knows a bit of low-level water-based skills!" The old man smiled slightly, then his face showed a hint of melancholy, staring blankly at the flying snowflakes in the sky, lost in thought.

  Guo Fei knew that at this moment, the old man would no longer speak, and melancholy and sorrow filled his body, making people feel an unbearable sadness.

  Guo Fei let out a sigh, took a step back, and continued to wield the sword in his hand, dancing through the old man's moves one by one. His body flowed with heat, gradually becoming more fluid. Guo Fei vaguely felt that this sword technique was about using speed to gain victory. The old man also nodded secretly, approving of Guo Fei's grasp of the basics.

  For the past month, battles seemed to have decreased significantly, and the two were not very busy. Although they shared a common language, the written characters of this world were slightly different, so during his free time, Guo Fei would learn from the old man how to recognize the written characters of this world. Every evening at a fixed time, he would accompany the old man in practicing swordsmanship.

  The night was hazy, the drifting heavy snow had stopped, and the thick accumulated snow was as deep as a person. Guo Fei walked out of the small courtyard, his body flashing, and his feet on two wooden board-like sleds sliding along the valley.

  After entering the slave soldier camp, the food was extremely poor, only providing sweet potatoes, and salt was very scarce. Guo Fei had already eaten his fill of sour water.

  Sword shadow enters body, transforms into sword soldier, Guo Fei not only greatly increases physical strength, but also becomes much more agile, the martial arts masters seen on TV before are nothing compared to this.

  The body is filled with a surging hot energy, capable of leaping a zhang high, and swiftly traversing the snowy terrain like the wind.

  With such ability, Guo Fei naturally couldn't bear to neglect himself and targeted the cafeteria of the barracks outside the valley where the slave soldiers were stationed. For over a month, Guo Fei's and the old man's food had improved significantly.

  The food in the barracks is much better than that of the slave soldiers. Not only is there white rice and flour, but also meat dishes. When luck is good, some wine can even be found.

  There was a small squad of soldiers stationed at the mountain pass, with two men standing guard together every night. On such a cold night, the soldiers on duty had long since retreated into the sentry tower to doze off.

  The slave barracks originally had very few people, only a few hundred. Even if they were allowed to escape, no one was willing to leave the slave barracks. Outside, it was icy and snowy, and the nearest town was hundreds of kilometers away. Who would be willing to go out and die?

  If Guo Fei wasn't a swordsman, he would have frozen to death on this cold night. The people of this world had high physical quality, but they still needed to wear cotton-padded clothes and couldn't stand in the freezing snow for long periods of time. Guo Fei was gradually surpassing the average person's physical quality in this world.

  The three or four kilometer journey was over in the blink of an eye, Guo Fei had been there many times and knew the road very well. In a flash, he climbed up to the watchtower, took a peek at the guards on duty, who were dozing off by the charcoal stove, without alarming them, he followed the wooden stakes, crossed over the gate of the Nu Bingying Garrison, and sneaked towards the infantry camp one kilometer away.

  Circumventing the duty squad, climbing over the 2-meter-high wall of the barracks, and sneaking into the cafeteria behind the barracks.

  Nowadays, in the dark night, objects within one meter can be seen very clearly. Guo Fei skillfully and smoothly slipped into the operating room. He searched for two chickens, three pig trotters, two jars of wine, and a bag of salt.

  "Today's harvest is pretty good, I'm in luck! Hehe." Guo Fei packed up his things and climbed over the wall to leave.

  In the vast night, dark red glows flickered in the snowy ground, quietly standing around the barracks, patrolling squads held torches and yawned as they walked through the camp, without noticing any signs outside the camp.

  Kuo Fei jumped out of the barracks wall, and was immediately stunned. Rows of skull soldiers quietly approached the camp, standing in front of a hundred meters away, surrounding the barracks like water. For nearly a month, the ghost tribe had rarely invaded, and it was unexpected that they were brewing a major action.

  "Shasha!" The skeleton soldiers discovered Guo Fei, and instantly more than a dozen of them jumped up like spirits, trampling the snow as they rushed towards Guo Fei to kill him.

  "A ghost!" Guo Fei had come to steal food and naturally hadn't brought any weapons, so he suddenly let out a loud shout, turned around and jumped into the camp, continuing to yell.

  "What a guy!" The team leader, a burly man in his forties, shouted loudly, drew out the large sword from his waist and rushed over.

  "The Ghost Tribe is invading!" Guo Fei shouted loudly, pointing behind him.

  "Grandma's, dare to sneak into the camp, blow the whistle to sound the alarm!" The big man took a look and saw that more than ten skulls had already climbed over the wall and rushed in, and immediately let out a loud shout.

  Then a shrill whistle pierced the camp. A confused noise came from inside the camp, and many soldiers were still in a daze, not knowing what had happened.

  In the past, the demon tribe had never crossed the "Black Wall", and battles all took place outside the Black Wall or on its city walls. This was the first time an incident occurred where the demon tribe crossed the Black Wall to raid a military camp.

  At the same time as the military camp sounded the alarm, the ghost tribe's skull soldiers had already charged into the camp from all sides. There were also more than a dozen skull soldiers charging towards Guo Fei.

  "Get out of the way!" The leader of the patrol, a burly man, pushed Guo Fei aside with one hand and raised his great sword to meet the incoming Bone Knife.

  "Ka Cha!" The bone knife snapped in response. The nine squad members following behind, suddenly dispersed into a semicircular shape, with Da Han as the sharp end of the arc and a short, stout man as the rear guard. Everyone's face was outward, holding up their swords, forming a defensive formation.

  Guo Fei took a look and saw that this team was well-trained, closely following them. The skull soldiers around them swarmed over like a swarm of bees, and the team fought back while retreating, blocking each skull's bone knife outside their formation.

  At this time, the skeleton soldiers and the soldiers in the camp were fiercely fighting. The skeleton soldiers came prepared and instantly took the upper hand. Guo Fei picked up an iron sword from a dead soldier on the ground and moved beside the formation of the small team led by Da Han.

  "Hiss!" A skeleton soldier's bone knife flashed, slashing towards Guo Fei. Guo Fei's sword tip turned, unfolding the sword technique he had learned from the old man. The sword shadow in his body flowed rapidly, and with a flash of sword light, the skeleton's head was instantly severed.

  "Huh!" The big man exclaimed in surprise, his voice loud and clear: "Kid! Your swordsmanship isn't bad!"

  Guo Fei's divine consciousness flowed, and the black light shadow sword flashed out of his body, entering the Bingfu space. At this time, in the Bingfu space, a white bright spot suddenly appeared on the originally colorless black light shadow sword, making it exceptionally eye-catching.

  "Just as I thought, it's really about killing people to gain experience and level up!" Guo Fei was excited, instantly putting the light-emitting Light Shadow Sword back into his body. Although he couldn't feel an increase in the sword's power for now, Guo Fei knew that as long as the bright lights increased, the hot flow within him would definitely grow stronger.

  Originally, I thought these skulls would be very fierce. After Guo Fei killed one, he discovered that his current cultivation was no longer afraid of these skull soldiers. These skull soldiers had nothing special attack methods except for their agile movements and a bit of strength.

  "Heh heh. Little Skull, bring experience!" Guo Fei thought to himself, his long sword drawing an arc as he stopped hiding behind the formation of the Big Han squad and instead took the initiative to attack.

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