He raised his hand and gently stroked the little white snake's head. The little white snake rubbed his fingers affectionately, then turned into a ball of white smoke and disappeared.
"What's wrong?"
On the other side of the tent, Jiraiya was lying on a simple camp bed with his legs crossed and an unknown novel in his hand.
He glanced sideways at Orochimaru and asked casually.
Orochimaru didn't answer immediately. He just stood up, walked to the tent door, opened the curtain and looked into the distance.
In the night, a few Kakkos were faintly visible in the direction of the Iwagakure camp. They were bonfires in the camp. Under the light of those Kakkos, one could faintly see people moving around, and they seemed much busier than usual.
"Han couldn't help it anymore." Orochimaru said softly, with a hint of joy in his tone.
Jiraiya was stunned, put down the book in his hand, and sat up.
"What do you mean?"
Orochimaru turned around, her purple eye shadow looked particularly eerie in the candlelight.
"In three days, Iwagakure will attack across the board."
Jiraiya frowned. "How do you know?"
Orochimaru didn't answer. He just stretched out his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and shook it slightly. The shadow of a small white snake flashed past his fingertips.
Jiraiya rolled his eyes.
"That's your trick again." He lay back on the bed, "Okay, what should we do?"
Orochimaru walked to the map and gently tapped several locations on the Iwagakure defense line with his slender fingers.
"Since he wants to fight, let him fight."
Orochimaru's voice is calm.
"But how to fight, where to fight, and to what extent... it's not up to him."
Jiraiya looked at him sideways, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly grinned.
"What bad idea are you having, guy?"
Orochimaru did not answer, but the smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper.
Two days later.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning has just passed over the distant mountains and shone on the continuous tents at Iwagakure camp.
Han stood outside the headquarters, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand and squinting at the eastern sky.
Tomorrow is the day of the general attack. He has made all preparations.
The troops have been assembled, supplies have been properly distributed, and even the secret message to Kumogakure has been sent out.
Everything is according to plan.
He took a sip of soup and thought about tomorrow's tactics. Jiraiya That white-haired bastard, I must kill him with my own hands this time.
And Orochimaru, that sinister guy, also needs to be taught a lesson.
Just then--
"Enemy attack--!"
The sharp siren suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.
The soup bowl in Han's hand fell to the ground with a bang and shattered into pieces.
He turned around suddenly and looked towards the outskirts of the camp--
There, the shouts of killing shook the sky.
Countless Konoha Ninja rushed out from three directions at the same time, swarming towards the Iwagakure camp like a tide.
Kunai and Shuriken poured down like heavy rain, and the light of fire escape and Wind Release flashed in the morning light.
"How is that possible?!"
Han's eyes widened.
He has clearly arranged scouts, clearly set up a cordon, and everything is clearly under control--
Why did Konoha suddenly come to kill?!
Why is it today?!
"My lord! My lord!"
An orderly soldier covered in blood stumbled over.
"Konoha is coming! The defense line in the southeast has been breached! The west is also fighting! The north..."
Han's face turned livid.
"Gather! Gather immediately!" he shouted loudly, "Everyone, hold on!"
However, Iwagakure camp has turned into a mess.
Konoha's surprise attack came too suddenly. Many Iwagakure Ninja were killed in tents before they even woke up from their sleep. Some people were forced to pick up weapons and fight without even putting on their clothes.
The command system was completely paralyzed, and each unit fought independently, making it impossible to form effective resistance.
As for Konoha, they obviously came prepared.
Their ninjas were divided into dozens of teams, working together with each other tacitly, and advancing and retreating in a controlled manner.
One team is responsible for breaking through, one team is responsible for covering, and another team is responsible for cutting off the retreat, all linked together, accurately and efficiently.
Jiraiya's Toad, the huge figure ran rampant in the camp, crushing tents in its path and knocking ninjas away.
And that yellow flash - Minato Namikaze, flashed on the battlefield like the god of death.
Every time it appears, a Iwagakure Chunin or jounin falls.
His speed was too fast, so fast that no one could see his trajectory clearly, and so fast that no one could block his attack.
"Damn... damn... damn!"
Han roared angrily, Boil Release chakra exploded with full force, steam covered his whole body, and he rushed towards the nearest group of Konoha Ninja.
He must stabilize the situation.
Otherwise, Iwagakure ten thousand people will be accounted for here today.
However, the moment he rushed into the battlefield, he discovered--
Things were far worse than he imagined.
Although Konoha arrived suddenly, the number of people was actually not that large. Han took a cursory glance and found that there were only five or six thousand people at most, which was a lot less than Iwagakure.
But the problem is that Iwagakure cannot organize an effective counterattack now.
Those Konoha Ninja are like a pack of cunning wolves, picking out weak persimmons.
They did not go head-to-head with Iwagakure's main force, but specifically attacked small groups that had not yet had time to assemble.
Fight and run, never be reluctant to fight, and take guerrilla tactics to the extreme.
As for Iwagakure, the connections between the various units have been severed.
The squad leader can't find the squadron leader, the squadron leader can't find the group leader, and the group leader can't find Han.
Everyone doesn't know where to rush, and they don't know whose command to follow.
Everyone is fighting, and everyone is scattered.
Han gritted his teeth, punched one Konoha Chunin away, and kicked another one down.
But his actions attracted more Konoha Ninja.
"It's Han! Five-Tails Jinchuriki!"
"Surround him! Don't let him escape!"
"Lord Orochimaru said, whoever kills Han will be rewarded heavily!"
More than a dozen Konoha jonins surrounded him at the same time, throwing all kinds of ninjutsu at Han.
Han roared angrily, Boil Release chakra exploded with full force, and the temperature of the steam was so high that even the air was distorted.
He endured the bombardment of those ninjutsus, punching one after another, beating the jounin back steadily.
But he knew in his heart--
Continuing like this is not an option.
Although he has many people, they are completely scattered now.
Although Konoha has fewer people, it accurately stabs at his weakest link.
If we don't stabilize the situation, we will really lose today.
"Everyone - rally to me!" he shouted. "Rally to me!"
His voice was like thunder, echoing on the battlefield.
When the Iwagakure Ninjas around heard his voice, they all moved closer to him.
One team, two teams, three teams... Gradually, hundreds of people gathered around Han.
But this is far from enough.