A faint, crescent moon hangs in the sky, somehow evoking a sense of desolation. Yet, it can't conceal that hint of soft, eerie beauty.

  A hundred miles of flat plains, a continuous stretch of land unfolding under the sky, without hills, as calm as the rising tide on a windless and waveless day.

  On the plain, a rhythmic sound gradually arose. In one corner of the plain, countless figures formed a queue and were jogging forward in small steps. The footsteps of millions of people, from afar to near, merged into a soft murmuring sound like numerous small streams whispering.

  Those nocturnal creatures on the plain had long been frightened away and were nowhere to be seen.

  "General Abel, you see..."

  A shout of excitement broke the silence of the night, and an officer cried out in a thrill.

  Abel lifted his head and gazed into the distance, where a patch of golden red color emerged under the dark night sky, looking incredibly beautiful.

  "Legion Commander has made his move." Abel said with a faint smile.

  He was General Bancroft's most trusted deputy, General Abel.

  His eyes were large, his face was wide, and a thick black mustache hung above his lips. If judged by age, he was several years older than Bancroft.

  As the most trusted officer of Bancroft, he was deeply aware of his immense responsibility and always acted with caution. His good nature made up for General Bancroft's notorious short temper.

  For years they had worked together in perfect harmony. As was the case today, when the cavalry units were taken away by Bannert, the infantry that remained naturally fell under his command.

  "Yes, sir, shall we speed up our advance?" The officers looked at each other, their eyes burning with strong desire.

  This is a desire for battle, but even more so a craving for the upcoming slaughter and plunder, that kind of unbridled, do-as-one-pleases craving.

  Bancroft's army commander would give all soldiers a chance to vent their emotions after every victory, often the most direct way was to slaughter the city.

  His soldiers fought with unparalleled bravery and were known as the second most powerful legion in the Caesar Empire, only after the Knights Templar.

  Because his soldiers had grown accustomed to the unbridled revelry that followed a victory, they looked forward especially to war; for them, war was not a game of death but an occasion for unbridled enjoyment.

  Moreover, they deeply believed that under General Bancroft's leadership, they would be invincible iron troops.

  "Hmph..." A cold, dissatisfied voice escaped from his nostrils, and all the high-ranking generals smiled awkwardly.

  For Bancroft, the bold general who led them to victory after victory, they had a deep-seated admiration, but for the calm General Abel, they had a deep-seated fear.

  Abercrombie, while serving as Bankcroft's chief deputy, was also the provost marshal of the Fourth Legion. He was a strict disciplinarian who showed no quarter. These generals had not infrequently suffered under his hand.

  "Alright, except for the rearguard infantry left behind, all other troops rush to the battlefield as soon as possible to support the general."

  Abel hesitated for a moment, and then, in an uncharacteristic move, he made a decision that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

  "It is..." A burst of whistling, the overjoyed generals hastily returned to their respective troops. Loud commands were issued one after another, and in just a moment, more than 30,000 infantrymen began a new round of rapid march.

  This time, however, the effect of the march was vastly different. The more than 20,000 infantrymen, having abandoned their heavy equipment, seemed as light as a swallow, advancing quickly towards the place where the red glow filled the sky.

  And the last ten thousand heavily armed infantrymen, however, could only helplessly watch as their comrades walked further and further away, until they were far off in the distance, out of sight. Although they kept cursing something under their breaths, without General Abel's order, not a single person dared to abandon the heavy armor on their backs.

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  As Caesar's infantry advanced rapidly, a party of over 100 men had quietly made their way to the camp where the Fourth Legion was stationed.

  Behind them, tens of thousands of troops are closing in.

  Before Caesar's men left camp, they had conducted a thorough search and removed the thirteen hidden sentries deliberately set up by Chiang Kung-ming.

  After Bancroft's departure, Abel ordered a general alert, maintaining the highest vigilance at all times.

  The camp of the Caesarians was extremely vast, and a place that could accommodate fifty thousand people to rest would not be ordinary. However, at this time, there were less than five thousand people still staying in the camp.

  Moreover, most of them were logistics personnel, and the actual combatants were less than three thousand people.

  The camp was brightly lit, in contrast, outside the camp was a vast darkness.

  "The moon is dark and the wind is strong, it's a time for murder and arson..."

  "What are you talking about, big brother?" Lin Mu asked strangely.

  Lin Jiahui smiled slightly and said: "Nothing, this is a sentence that General Jiang said before we set out, it's quite apt."

  "Captain, General Zhebie is back." Zhang Fosen reminded in a low voice.

  He nodded kindly at him, and Lin Jiahui stood up and asked: "General Zhebie, how is it?"

  Zhe Bie walked silently in front of him, he walked to the topographic map, stretched out his hand and pointed continuously on the map: "The ambush is here..."

  Lin Mu furrowed his brow and said, "These Caesars are really timid, they actually set up more than 20 ambushes, hum..."

  "What's the big deal? We have General Zhebie here, isn't it obvious? Let them worry for nothing." Zhang Fosen flattered.

  However, he sneaked a glance and saw that Zhe only had an expressionless face, not even a ripple on his face, which made him feel extremely bored.

  "Hmm, here, here, and here... these three hidden nails, please have Master Li take care of them personally and pull them out. As for the rest of the scattered ones, let our special forces handle them, how about that?" Lin Jiahui asked with a tone of inquiry.

  Li Ming Tang, who was sitting next to him, slowly stood up and walked away with big strides. Although he didn't say a word, his actions had already given the most direct answer.

  As he watched the master's back disappear into the distance, Lin Jiahui felt a sense of indescribable pride in his heart. To be able to assign such a high-ranking expert to serve him was truly an honor.

  Although he was well aware that Li Ming Tang's obedience was not to himself, the momentary sense of satisfaction was enough to make him proud, even if it was just a thread of false self-comfort.

  "Alright, Zhang, it's time for us to take action..." Lin Jiahui took a deep breath and issued his first combat order as the leader of the special forces.

  It is...

  Under the dark night sky, those men in black robes crept forward without drawing anyone's attention.

  Perhaps sensing the unusual atmosphere, a Kaisar person secretly raised his head and looked around for a moment, but still saw nothing. He hesitated to withdraw his head, hunched his body, and wanted to continue hiding in his own burrow.

  However, his movements were swift and sudden, a sharp black blade had already pierced through his heart. He opened his eyes in terror, trying to make a sound, but a large hand almost simultaneously covered his open mouth, forever suppressing the voice that was about to come out.

  Until his dying moment, he still did not know how this person had approached him.

  The special forces' movements were concise and efficient, they were all figures in the northern Jianghu who could be counted on. Any one of them who reported their name was a loud role. After nearly a month of intensive training in the Taihang Mountains, under the guidance of Taiyi Zhenren, they had made significant progress.

  Although they may not play a big role in large-scale battles, Chiang Kung-ming's positioning of them is very accurate. Special forces are indeed making the best use of their abilities.

  Dealing with these ordinary people, it's a bit of an overkill to have these top-notch experts take action. However, after a brief moment, all the hidden dangers were completely eliminated.

  In order to ensure the smooth success of the special forces' first operation, Jiang Koming specially dispatched Zhebie and Li Mingtang to assist.

  With Zhebie's extraordinary eyesight, even in the dark of night, he could easily find all the hidden pitfalls without missing a single one.

  Let Li Mingtang take the lead, is to tell all special forces members that even a master of the Zongshi level can put aside his identity and do this sneaky and stealthy ambush, who will not be able to swallow their pride and thus miss the big opportunity.

  Not to mention the effect of Li Mingtang's move, just the fact that he was willing to obey Lin Jiahui's command was enough to make all special forces members respect their captain a little more.

  That is the power of a grandmaster, a unique charm that cannot be replaced in the hearts of these warriors.

  As for Zhebie, to be honest, the power of his Heaven-Opening Bow is indeed not trivial, but there is a fatal flaw - the movement it creates is too loud. Unless one is blind and deaf, on a quiet night, it's hard not to attract attention.

  Fortunately, Lin Jiahui only needed his divine eyes.

  He stretched out his thumb and index finger, Zhang Fusheng smiled and nodded at the captain.

  This gesture of completing a task perfectly was popularized by the two big giants, Xu Haifeng and Jiang Kongming, after their personal demonstration, and quickly spread among special forces. Now it has become an unwritten convention.

  Satisfied with his brother's nod, Lin Jiahui said to his younger brother beside him: "Go."

  It is...

  Excitedly responded with a sound, Lin Mu hastily displayed his lightness skill and headed towards the rear.

  "Speed up..."

  Liu Junshu, upon receiving the news, did not hesitate to give the order for rapid advance. Tens of thousands of city guards no longer concealed their existence and quickly closed in on the Caesarian camp.

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