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Chapter 64 The Night of the Assassination, An Ambush from All Sides
Before the operation, Tang Jiaren gathered everyone together.
The night was like a thick black cloth, shrouding Mianshan Mountain completely.
The mountain wind blows, and the only sound in the forest is the rustling of leaves; even the chirping of insects has fallen silent.
Ten black figures, like shadows growing from the ground, silently gathered in a sheltered mountain hollow.
Leading the group was none other than Tang Jiaren, the head of the Tang Clan.
He didn't waste any words; his voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable composure.
"Everyone is here."
His gaze swept over the nine people in front of him; they were the sharpest blades and the most deadly poison of the Tang Clan in this generation.
"Tonight's work has only one purpose."
He pointed with his finger to the distant Japanese army camp, which was illuminated by lights as if it were daytime.
"Target: Rentou."
If Ren Tou dies, the masses will surely descend into chaos.
The rest were all weeds and straw.
Tang Jiaren took out a palm-sized bronze ritual object shaped like a Bagua plate from his bosom.
The others also took out the exact same thing.
As Tang Jiaren infused his own Qi into it, a point of light simultaneously appeared on the magical artifacts in everyone's hands.
This is the Tang Clan's unique magical artifact, the Guanyuan, which can display the positions of enemies and allies within a certain range.
"Tonight, the garden in your hands only marks my place."
He paused, his voice becoming even lower.
"Your task is to create chaos and divert everyone's attention from me."
"Use your best methods to kill the sentries, the officers, and those who look like leaders."
"Make it as chaotic as possible."
"You must be like a pack of mad dogs, relentlessly attacking all sides of this camp, preventing them from coordinating their defenses and rendering all their defenses a joke."
Tang Jiaren's gaze swept across each person's face.
"Remember, the bigger the commotion you make, the greater my chances."
"And I will take advantage of the chaos to sneak in alone and take that ninja's head."
"Whether I succeed or fail..."
His tone was completely flat, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"The light that represents me in Guanyuan will disappear."
"The disappearance of the light spot is the signal that the mission is over."
"Whether you succeed or not, the first thing you need to do is retreat as quickly as possible!"
He pointed westward to the mountains shrouded in darkness.
"Yang Lie, Xu Xin, and Dong Chang, the three of you go to the bridge on the west side to deal with the ninjas and supernatural beings chasing us across the bridge. You are responsible for supporting our retreat. The rest of you will come with me to the Japanese army camp."
"Do you understand everything?!"
The nine people responded in unison, their voices suppressed yet resonant like the clang of metal.
No one asked any unnecessary questions, and no one showed the slightest fear.
Life and death are matters beyond our control the moment we step into the Tang Clan.
Tang Jiaren nodded, said no more, and with a flicker of his figure, he was the first to disappear into the deeper darkness.
The remaining nine people also dispersed silently, like a drop of ink merging into an inkstone in the darkness.
On the other side of the hillside, Zhang Yunyuan also told Wugensheng about his decision.
"I stayed."
His voice was calm.
"The Tang Clan's journey is far too dangerous."
"I'll stay; maybe I can be of some help."
Wugensheng looked at him, and his eyes, which always held a hint of amusement, were now clear and lucid.
He knew that Zhang Yunyuan's decision was not made on a whim.
He also knew that this "close friend," who looked more than ten years younger than him, harbored too many secrets and methods that he couldn't fathom.
If he stays, perhaps he really can change something.
Wugensheng did not offer any further advice.
He nodded and patted Zhang Yunyuan on the shoulder heavily.
"If I'm lucky enough to live, we'll meet again in the martial world."
A simple sentence carries more weight than any grand pronouncement.
After saying that, he took the burly man Liang Ting, who was as tall as an iron tower, and turned to walk towards the trestle bridge used for retreat in the west.
They were going there to protect the last chance of survival for the people of the Tang Clan.
The assassination operation has officially begun.
A low shout, delivered simultaneously by the Tang Clan's unique method of transmitting sound into secret, rang in the ears of all nine people.
Seven black phantoms launched simultaneous attacks from seven different directions outside the Japanese army camp!
A Japanese sentry, who was standing on a watchtower and yawning idly, suddenly had a fine cloud of blood burst from his throat.
Before he could even make a sound, he clutched his neck and slumped to the ground.
Hundreds of meters away, Wang Li, a master of hidden weapons among the Ten Heroes of the Tang Clan, slowly lowered the specially made crossbow in his hand. His eyes were calm, and with a flicker, he disappeared into the shadows of the trees.
A small patrol of Japanese soldiers walked on the open ground between the tents.
The sergeant at the front suddenly lost his footing, let out a short cry of surprise, and vanished from his spot in an instant.
Before the soldiers behind him could react, a shrill scream came from underground and then stopped abruptly.
On the ground, only an inconspicuous pit covered by weeds remained, the bottom of which was filled with bamboo skewers coated with deadly poison.
Du Fusong, skilled in traps and mechanisms, curled the corners of his lips in the darkness, like a true ghost, and continued to wander in the shadows, setting up more deadly traps.
Darts coated with eerie green venom, needles as thin as cow's hair, and crossbow bolts fired without a sound...
Like the scythe of death, it relentlessly reaps lives in the darkness.
Before the ninja sentries deployed on the perimeter could even issue a warning, they were instantly killed by hidden weapons from various tricky angles.
Those Japanese officers who were swaggering around in their tents had just lifted the curtain when a small bloody hole appeared between their eyebrows.
Panic, like a plague, began to spread rapidly through the vast military camp.
"Enemy attack! Assassins!"
"Enemy sights to the west! Enemy spotted to the west!"
"No! It's in the south! Captain Ono has been killed!"
"There's something going on to the north too!"
The piercing sirens and chaotic shouts rose and fell, echoing through the night sky.
The entire defensive system of the Japanese army camp was thrown into chaos by this elusive and ubiquitous attack.
Countless soldiers were jolted awake from their sleep and rushed out of their tents, disheveled, but could find no trace of the enemy.
They could only scurry around like headless flies, under the officers' shouts.
However, the seven members of the Tang Clan's Ten Heroes acted like the most skilled conductors, precisely controlling this chaotic symphony.
They never lingered in battle, striking and retreating immediately. They constantly patrolled the vast perimeter of the camp, creating maximum panic with minimal cost, and keeping the enemy's attention firmly tied to the area around the camp.
The entire Japanese army camp, this seemingly powerful war behemoth, appeared so clumsy and powerless in the face of the Tang Clan's unpredictable assassination techniques.
A grand fireworks display, costing lives, is setting the stage for the real assassination.
Chapter 65 Yunyuan's Support
The chaos continues to escalate.
The Tang Clan's attack was like a splash of cold water thrown into boiling oil, causing complete chaos in the Japanese army camp.
However, the Japanese army reacted very quickly.
With a series of urgent whistles, a large number of agile ninjas poured out from the depths of the camp.
Some burly, muscular strongmen, wielding huge iron rods, roared as they charged toward the area where the riot was most intense.
Soon, the Tang Clan members on the periphery clashed head-on with these enemies.
Tang Mingyi's beautiful eyes were now completely bloodshot.
The two short blades in her hands moved with lightning speed, each swing bringing with it a sharp flash of blood.
A strongman, relying on his thick skin and tough flesh, swung his iron bar, trying to smash her into a pulp.
Tang Mingyi, however, neither dodged nor avoided, but suddenly lowered his body, getting close to the other person's arms at an incredible angle.
The strongman's roar abruptly stopped. He looked down at the small, bloody hole in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The next moment, his massive body crashed to the ground.
Tang Mingyi didn't even glance at him. With a backhand slash, he precisely slit the throat of another ninja who had attacked from behind.
Her movements were unpredictable and agile, yet her killing intent burned fiercely like fire, making her seem like a red whirlwind reaping lives on the battlefield.