Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1162 Maintaining Chastity

After washing up, Atsumi Mitsuo was helped to sit down at a low table.

Not only were the dishes plentiful, but there was also a pot of strong liquor.

This is something that Atsumi Mitsufumi only fell in love with after arriving in the Great Territory.

The strong liquor went down his throat, initially spicy then sweet, leaving him feeling dizzy and as if floating on clouds, his body and mind completely soothed.

According to the scouts, there was no movement in Guang'an County.

Atsumi Mitsuo judged that the two thousand enemy troops, facing his five thousand men, could only defend the city and dare not go out to fight.

Moreover, since he led his army into Dazong territory, he has been besieging cities and has rarely encountered opponents in the open field.

Even the previously fierce and valiant Zhenxi Army retreated to Funing City, daring not to leave the city to fight, and were besieged here.

After a couple of drinks, Atsumi Mitsuo was quite pleased with himself. Being trusted by Atsumi Akiyama meant that the most beautiful woman in the family truly favored him.

The image of Atsumi Akiyama's charming face, which could be both happy and angry, appeared in his mind. Although she was as cold as ice, her beauty could not be hidden.

Could it be that this woman has taken a liking to me?

If we're talking about bravery, who in the entire army of 30,000 can compare to me?

He studied each general carefully and was confident that he could definitely rank in the top three.

Atsumi Mitsuo clenched his fist, feeling its immense power.

Strong, tall, mighty, brave beyond compare, capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly—that's the description of Atsumi Sanfu.

Others would keep the large number of beautiful women they captured in their military camps for use at any time.

Only he, Atsumi Mitsufumi, remained chaste and adhered to his bottom line.

This is probably one of the major advantages that Atsumi Akiyama saw in him, something that other generals simply cannot compare to.

In the monotonous and dangerous military, who wouldn't want to vent their anxiety and frustration without women?

Which general of my rank doesn't keep dozens of beautiful women as backup?

Atsumi chuckled smugly, downed another glass of fine wine, and his mood naturally soared.

After an unknown amount of time, Atsumi Mitsuo leaned against the stack of quilts behind him and fell into a deep sleep.

The soldiers serving him changed the torches for lighting and quietly withdrew from the central command tent.

This was Atsumi's order; his military tent had to be kept brightly lit all night long, without a moment of darkness.

Dozens of soldiers stood guard around the central command tent, rotating every hour.

Meanwhile, the soldiers in the other tents had already fallen asleep.

After marching all the way, they were exhausted. After a simple meal, no one had the mind to think about anything else. They just wanted to sleep and recover their strength and energy for tomorrow's battle.

Only by saving his own life in battle could he bring the stolen treasure home and allow his parents, wife, and children to live a good life.

Once you die on the battlefield, it's all over.

The night was pitch black, a gentle breeze was blowing, and all was quiet.

The military camp, which had 5,000 men, was only about two miles in circumference. The sentries focused their attention on the northwest side of the camp, which faced Guang'an County.

The sentry posts in other directions were quite lax, especially in the southeast, where the pirate army of Fuzhou Prefecture was located behind.

Although they were more than 200 miles apart, they felt safe psychologically.

The pirates set up seven or eight visible and hidden posts in this direction. The soldiers on guard duty had been running around all day and were already exhausted. Just after midnight, they were woken up from their sleep to take their shifts. After taking their posts, they fell asleep again in less than 15 minutes.

At the end of the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), when sleep is at its deepest, a group of dark figures quietly appeared in the southeast direction of the pirate camp.

Hundreds of men, leading warhorses, were approaching the military camp from a distance.

The Zhenfeng Battalion soldiers responsible for the sentry post had already made their way on foot to within fifty or sixty paces of the post. From there, they slowed their pace and continued to approach.

They stopped when they heard snoring coming from nearby.

The soldiers responsible for scouting were carefully selected and underwent more intensive training, especially in archery.

The four soldiers before us are all outstanding members of the Zhenfeng Camp.

The four men split up, each taking charge of a sentry post. Almost simultaneously, they drew their bows to their full extent, held their breath, and then released the arrows.

They did not stop firing; they quickly nocked a second arrow, drew their bows, and released it. The second arrow flew into the darkness almost immediately after the first.

There were no shouts from the pirate sentries, only slight twitching and struggling of the body, which subsided after a moment.

The four soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, raised their bows coated with reflective powder, and shook them backward to signal that they could attack.

Then four soldiers ran forward and, near the edge of the camp, pulled out the thorny deer antlers and threw them aside.

They quickly cleared a large open space, and the four men stood on either side, raising their bows to mark the way for the following troops.

The next moment, the ground began to shake, and hundreds of warhorses thundered through the darkness, riding the wind and rushing into the pirate camp between four soldiers.

Lin Feng was already very familiar with night raids, and he knew where he, as the army leader, should be.

Lin Feng took the lead, leaving the other cavalry behind, passing through countless military tents, and heading straight for the central command tent in the middle of the camp.

The hundreds of cavalrymen who rushed into the camp split into three groups at the entrance, one on the left, one on the right and one in the middle, and entered straight in. Apart from the sound of their hooves hitting the ground, there was no other sound.

One by one, the military tents were pierced open by spears, and warhorses swept through them. As their hooves trampled the ground, the pirates cried out in agony.

Those pirates who weren't trampled jumped up from the ground, only to be knocked away by the warhorses that followed.

From the first scream, the camp erupted in a cacophony of shouts and screams.

Atsumi Mitsuo was shaken awake by the guards. He opened his dazed eyes and stared at the guards in front of him.

"what's up?"

"General, the enemy has attacked the camp."

Atsumi Mitsuo immediately felt a jolt, and although he had questions in his mind, he dared not delay for a moment.

He also heard screams outside, but they sounded like screams, not human voices, for some reason.

"Quickly, quickly issue the order to have the leaders of each unit organize defensive formations..."

Before he could finish speaking, the guard had already turned and run away.

This wasn't the first time they'd encountered this situation, and the guards knew how to handle it, so there was no need for the leader to finish speaking.

At this moment, time is life; every minute of delay could mean the loss of countless lives.

The guards strode to the entrance of the central command tent, lifted the curtain and rushed out, about to call for the messenger.

Unexpectedly, just as he opened his mouth wide, a sharp arrow flew out of nowhere and pierced right into his mouth.

An arrow more than two feet long pierced the back of his head, causing the guard to fall backward to the ground without making a sound.

The guards on both sides of the central tent immediately jumped up, drew their straight swords, and nervously looked around, searching for the origin of the arrow.

In a short while, a warhorse galloped out of the night.

As the warhorses galloped like dragons, arrows followed, accurately piercing the throats of several guards.

Lin Feng tossed aside his bow, took the spear off the hook of his saddle, held it in his hand, and threw it forward with force.