Chapter 142 Silent Infiltration
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Chapter 142 Silent Infiltration
Atop the snow-covered ridge, the cold wind howled.
Tang Li took out three tightly sealed sheepskin gourds from her bosom.
As soon as the stopper was pulled out, a pungent smell of kerosene filled the air.
This was a potent fire-retardant oil that she had specially brought from the military; it ignites instantly upon contact with fire and has extremely strong adhesion.
【Generals, please bear with us.】
Tang Li looked at the largest rats at her feet, the "White-haired Generals," who were clearly the leaders of the rat pack. She squatted down and carefully poured the kerosene from the gourd onto their thick fur.
The cold kerosene made the snow mice a little restless, but their desire for food overwhelmed everything else.
Listen carefully.
Tang Li's voice echoed in their minds, carrying a seductive magic:
[Rush in and find the largest stacks of grain.]
Use your bodies to rub the oil onto the hay and burlap sacks.
【Then……】
She pointed to the long stretch of camps below:
[Bite open those bags! Tear apart the tarpaulin inside too! That's your last barrier to getting beef jerky!]
[Squeak! Got it!]
[For the beef jerky! Let's go!]
A few lead rats covered in oil rushed out first, followed by thousands of white shadows.
They moved swiftly across the snow, like a flowing layer of frost, silently seeping into the Northern Rong camp's defenses.
...
"action."
Pei Yunjing glanced at the swarm of rats that had disappeared into the darkness, then turned to the hundred black-armored guards behind him and made a "decapitation" gesture.
Without any unnecessary words, a hundred white figures dispersed like ghosts.
Outside the camp, a Northern Rong sentry, wrapped in a sheepskin coat, huddled in a sheltered spot, stamping his feet to keep warm.
"This awful weather is freezing..."
He had just muttered something when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.
That was something colder than wind and snow.
"Crack".
A very faint, crisp sound.
Pei Yunjing's figure appeared behind him like a wisp of white mist, one hand covering his mouth and nose, the other hand decisively snapping his neck.
The sentry didn't even struggle before collapsing limply to the ground.
Pei Yunjing caught the body, gently placed it on the snow, and then quickly disappeared into the next shadow.
Wherever they went, the sentries, both visible and hidden, fell silently, as if called by the Grim Reaper.
...
Inside the granary at this moment.
This is forbidden territory for the Northern Rong people, but these invaders from underground turn a blind eye to it.
Countless snow rats scurried into the drainage ditches and tent gaps.
Wow! It smells so good!
It's barley flour! And ghee!
They excitedly scurried about among the mountains of haystacks.
The lead rats, whose pears had been doused with kerosene, diligently rolled and rubbed themselves in the driest haystacks, smearing the flammable grease all over their bodies.
What followed was a frenzied "internal explosion".
"Shh..."
"Hiss hiss hiss..."
Thousands upon thousands of sharp front teeth launched a full-scale attack on the thick burlap sacks and moisture-proof tarpaulins.
The tough leather bag was as thin as paper in front of the rat's teeth.
Soon, the first bag of grain broke.
Golden barley flour flowed out like sand from an hourglass, covering the ground and soaking in the kerosene.
Then came the second bag, the third bag...
The entire granary echoed with a sickening gnawing sound, as if countless termites were frantically hollowing out the massive dam.
However, accidents always happen unexpectedly.
A greedy little snow mouse, in its excitement, accidentally knocked over a long spear leaning against it while biting open a bag of dried meat.
"Clang!"
A sharp, metallic clang echoed through the still night, particularly jarring.
"What was that sound?!"
The curtain of the nearest tent was suddenly flung open.
A Northern Rong patrolman, who had gotten up to urinate in the middle of the night, came over, grumbling and cursing, carrying a dim lantern.
"Damn it, is there a thief?"
He carried the lantern and walked step by step toward the granary that was making the noise.
The lights flickered, and the aperture gradually closed in on the mice that were engrossed in their meal.
Once he sees the rats everywhere and the flowing kerosene, the alarm will be sounded immediately, and Pei Yunjing and his team's surprise attack plan will collapse instantly!
Fifty steps.
Thirty steps.
Ten steps.
The patrolman raised his lamp, squinting into the shadows: "Who's there? Get out here!"
He had already spotted the exposed tail of a snow rat.
"So it was just a waste of time..."
He was about to curse "rat," but before he could even utter the word "rat," his mouth had barely opened.
"call out--!"
A very faint whooshing sound pierced through the wind and snow.
It was a willow-leaf throwing knife as thin as a cicada's wing.
It was like a silver lightning bolt, piercing the darkness instantly, with unparalleled precision—
Pfft!
It pierced the patrolman's throat!
The immense force caused his body to tilt backward.
Just as the corpse was about to fall to the ground, and the lantern in its hand was about to shatter with a loud crash, a blur of motion swept past like a ghost.
Pei Yunjing steadily caught the falling corpse, and at the same time, he reached out with his other hand and caught the teetering lantern, which was only half an inch off the ground.
The light flickered but didn't go out.
Pei Yunjing lifted the corpse by the collar with one hand and gently laid him down on the snow.
He slowly raised his head, his scarlet eyes, illuminated by the lamplight, exuding a chilling coldness and indifference.
He glanced at the snow rats still frantically gnawing deep inside the granary, then at the red figure on the distant hill.
A cold smile curved at the corner of his lips.
"Eat."
He muttered to himself, casually pulled the throwing knife from his throat, and wiped the blood off the corpse:
"I'm full... so I can get going."