But the soldier who was weaving wreaths on the tower stood up and shouted downwards, seemingly responding to his companions below.

Thus,

the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere ended,

just as one can choose to indulge in tranquility for a short time but eventually needs to face reality by raising their head.

A hidden crossbow aimed at the soldier holding the wreath. At the same moment, Xue Three dashed forward, plunging a dagger into the neck of the soldier staring blankly into the distance.

The two died quickly and cleanly.

Xue Three sat down silently,

and now, there were still three people.

But the feeling seemed different.

Xue Three stood up and repositioned the soldier who had been gazing into the distance back into his previous stance, even using precious silk thread to fix him in place.

The other one was positioned sitting cross-legged, with the half-woven wreath placed on his lap.

After doing all this,

Xue Three leaned against the railing,

slowly closing his eyes,

ah,

that was the right feeling.

...

Meanwhile, unlike Xue Three's side, which needed to remain silent due to the proximity of the camp,

A Ming, dealing with a cavalry team farther from the camp, could act more freely.

There were eight of them, roaming aimlessly on the outskirts.

They appeared to be patrolling, but the sense of indolence emanated from them from afar.

Even though Lord Pingye, the Commander of Xuehai Pass, had already issued the intention to wage war against the Naman Tribe to all the tribes on the snowy plain,

the people of the Naman Tribe seemed unaware that war had already begun.

On one side, troops were dispatched without hesitation. The just-arrived barbarian soldiers were pulled in without even a rest and presented with extremely detailed battle plans.

On the other side, they seemed to still be leisurely enjoying the rare good season on the snowy plain.

Whether due to genuine carelessness or rampant confidence,

A Ming found the demeanor of the eight Naman Tribe scouts to his liking.

So,

A Ming did not stealthily hide, but instead chose to stand on the ground they would soon pass, standing still.

The scouting team approached. Under the moonlight, the leader quickly spotted the figure standing ahead.

It must be said that despite their lax demeanor, they remembered their purpose in being out late at night. Immediately, two Naman scouts drew their bows and shot at A Ming without hesitation.

"Thwack!"

One arrow missed, but the other struck A Ming in the chest.

Then,

A Ming fell to the ground.

Subsequently, the eight scouts rode over, surrounding A Ming, who lay on the ground.

One of them, with a good habit, shot another arrow into A Ming's body, despite A Ming lying motionless.

Unfortunately, Lord Zheng was not here at the time, or he would have applauded this follow-up action.

"Thwack!"

This arrow hit A Ming's abdomen.

A Ming still did not move.

Yet, because the clothes A Ming wore did not resemble those of a slave, the leader signaled for one of his men to dismount, pick up A Ming's "corpse," and place it on the horse's back, intending to take it back to the camp for a closer look.

They began their return journey.

If this were a game of Russian roulette, the first lucky player had already emerged.

Coincidentally falling at the back of the formation.

This fortunate wild rider only felt a gust of wind behind him, then sensed a bite at his neck.

What does it feel like to be bitten by a vampire?

With low-level vampires, the bite hurts, much like being bitten by a dog.

But high-level vampires are different, as they begin to enjoy the ambiance of the meal and understand showing respect to their food.

So when A Ming's fangs pierced the neck of this wild soldier, he did not cry out, but rather showed an enraptured expression, as if savoring the sensation.

The itchiness, the numbness, the comfort,

felt like dreaming of flying in the clouds.

Then,

in this state, he lost his vitality.

Immediately,

A Ming leapt onto the horse of the wild rider ahead, sinking his fangs in.

Next,

following the same method.

Due to A Ming's ghostly agility and incredibly fluid moves, he managed to take out five wild riders in succession this way, without being detected.

If not for the leader of the wild riders turning back to say something and noticing his subordinates all slumped over their saddles, A Ming might indeed have quietly sent them all back to the embrace of the stars.

Nevertheless,

being discovered was just being discovered.

A Ming's body shot forward, landing behind yet another wild rider, his fangs plunged in; however, this one wasn't a lucky one and couldn't enjoy the mental spa before death as his predecessors did. A Ming lifted his neck, snapping it immediately.

Eight scouts, only two still alive.

The leader drew his sword. Faced with this eerie scene, he did not choose to flee but rather charged towards A Ming.

A Ming leapt forward, meeting him head-on.

"Thwack!"

The blade plunged almost effortlessly into A Ming's chest, but the momentum of A Ming's body caused him to slide forward along the blade, arriving in front of the leader.