The Wooden Fence around the camp was not high, but it was wrapped in barbed wire and hung with several bells.
Liu Mingyuan drew the chipped iron saber from his waist and carefully pried apart the wire.
Then he dug a pit at the base of the fence, pulled the bell wires out of the soil, and gently set them aside.
The round-faced young man stared at him in shock. "How do you know how to do this?"
Without looking back, Liu Mingyuan said, "My dad was an outdoor instructor. I learned from him when I was little. Move!"
The two crawled through the fence and rolled into the grass outside. The night wind swept through the grass, making it rustle and concealing the sounds they had made.
After the patrol passed, they crawled out of the grass, hunched low, and ran toward Count Lin Mo's main camp.
Behind them, several more Black Shadows slipped through gaps in the fence at the edge of the camp.
They were not the only ones.
One, two, three... more figures.
They came from different commanderies and different units. They had never met before, yet at this moment, they were all running in the same direction—toward Count Lin Mo's main camp.
At the same time, inside Panyu City, the situation was entirely different.
The players in the city were in a far more difficult position than the reinforcements outside.
The city walls stood twenty zhang high, the west gate was tightly shut, and heavily guarded troops had been stationed there before the battle.
There was a sentry every ten paces beneath the walls, each holding a torch that lit the area as brightly as day.
Forget a person escaping—even a cat climbing up would be shot into a pincushion.
The players conscripted into the