Vol 3 Chapter 379: nightmare

At noon, the hillside that shouted and killed for a long time before finally regaining its silence.
Along the way down the mountainside, the dark red land was once again baptized with blood. Occasionally, a few white wild flowers were crushed in the dust and stained with red rouge. In addition to the soldiers who were previously stiffly wearing standard armor, they also added a lot of corpses wearing simple animal skins ... The blood was so high that they attracted many rotten birds, but because there were still living people walking around, they could only Temporarily hovering in the air, from time to time anxious long-sounding.
Those so-called living people are actually soldiers with spears. They were patrolling around the body, as if cleaning the battlefield. Of course, instead of collecting those seemingly useless animal skins and iron rods, but watching if any corpse is still twitching, there is a half-breath without swallowing, and a stab at it!
This work is still very simple. After that, it is to move the corpses. There are only a few corpses with the same long guns. There are not many, so soon a tall and thin officer who looks like a bamboo pole exits from the battlefield and looks up at the mountain. There, There were dozens of Bran soldiers standing in the gully of the fortifications, motionless and staring at this side.
The tall and thin officer scratched his head and walked to a similarly dreaded and magnificent man beside the fortification. He simply saluted the military salute and paused. He looked a little distressed. It's a bamboo pole ... well, just a nickname. I came to ask, do you need to clean the battlefield? "Spread his hands," If necessary, please hurry up. Several brothers here are injured and we must go back for treatment as soon as possible. . "
Subconsciously licked his lips, the big man woke up like a dream, with a complex look: "Okay, okay, what's needed ..."
He made a polite gesture: "Oh, please."
"Wait ..." The majestic man suddenly spoke, hesitant to see the tall and thin officer turned his head, hesitated, still asking. "You, um, the gray army?"
"Eh? Of course." I was a little bit embarrassed by this nonsensical question, and then spread my hands again. The tall and thin officer had a strange face, and it would not be too exciting.
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Watching Gao Shoujun leave. Elt took a deep breath, and barely suppressed the stormy waves in his heart. What kind of help is this ...
After all, I have seen the big scenes. Of course, Elt wouldn't be so frightened. Of course, he was really surprised. Consider the situation before. He believes that even if ten commanders come over, nine of them will use the defensive tactics he said. As for the remaining ones, they are either unknown new academicians or outstanding men in various legions!
The former newcomer has nothing to say, and several such stupid things appear on the battlefield every year, becoming the laughingstock of everyone. As for the fierce. Elt has also seen it. There are countless army-sized commanders. There will always be such talents that are brilliant and jealous. Elt's character is carefree, but still more pragmatic. He knows that the so-called fierce man has his own special features, and the is not something you can step on casually. At the very least, they must be educated accordingly. Has a very high tactical literacy foundation and so on. But the gray-clad army ... It's not good to say that the civilians from mud-legged groups are almost negligible!
But now the corpses of barbarians and the battle scenes that constantly appear in front of them like a nightmare are telling Elt the fact that there are indeed fierce men in these muddy legs ...
When the soldiers on both sides approached, the battle was about to start. Elt's idea is simple, just rush out as fast as possible, and then see if he can kill a barbarian and earn Ben. But a young man was drawn here casually. It was such an arrow that the opposite commander was shot dead ... Immediately when the soldiers charged, he was so stupid that he was still there, and he didn't return to his mind for a while.
Killing the opposing commander in battle is a common tactic and the effect is extremely good. Not to mention the morale of the opponent, it also directly damaged the command system of the opponent and caused its combat effectiveness to plummet. But the point is that although anyone can think of this, very few can actually do it.
During the battle, the commander either took the lead in the army or was a soldier. In general, the former is more, and it is difficult to kill in one fell swoop. The latter are relatively small, but there are, especially junior officers. But even killing these pioneers may not be as easy as you think. After all, if you dare to do this, you have more than two brushes.
The barbarian commander stayed in the back because he was short and he kept jumping and observing the situation in front. It looked a little funny and provocative. When they were at war, Elt had an arrow in his heart that shot him to death. Happy thoughts. In fact, they did. After all, although it was an epee camp, the scouts still had bows and arrows. But in front of the other side, there are those who are tall and barbarous, and this little guy also has a bit of brain. Every time he chooses to jump to a different place. The fleeting moment, no one can grasp this. opportunity.
But the young man with the bow in the gray coat, after having to take the order, easily lifted the bow and loosened the string, just like he did in bow and arrow training. But that's how it looks like a casual blow, but it fires very fast, and will pass through the top of the barbarian and directly kill the little barbarian who has half his head on the spot ... This one doesn't say Elt himself, even The barbarians didn't respond, and some walked a few steps before turning around inexplicably, and found that their commander had been sent to the foot of the mountain ...
Just before the decisive battle, the commander was killed, and suddenly the barbarians were a little dazed. However, Frey seemed to have expected it. The arrows had just come out, and a command was issued, and the Gray soldiers charged with a spear.
Looking back, he was startled. While deliberately attacking, he dared to charge. The effect brought by this is naturally self-evident. The squares and squares formed by the barbarians were instantly torn apart, and the sharp front of the gray-lined army front burst out.
In fact, at this time, Elt had a brief recall, but was instantly shocked by the current situation. Well, although unexpectedly they took the lead, the barbarians were not Bran soldiers. They had a very strong will to fight. Even if the Lord would be killed and their morale was low, their combat effectiveness was still there.
But the fact is not the case. The Bran soldier who darted in like a tiger descending from the mountain, defeated the barbarians one by one, and soon tore the mouth even wider, forming a tendency to block the waist and cut off. To be honest, Elt was a bit scared. He even suspected that the unusually embarrassing barbarians were not the same group he had just dealt with, and he couldn't see the fierce momentum before.
However, Elt was the battalion commander, and the key was immediately discovered. First of all, the dozens of people who are the arrows of the arrow have Frei with a gun, a strong man with a big sword, and the hot and thin officer who came to say hello just now. The combat effectiveness is extremely strong, and there is occasional fighting. Emerging, there was almost no one enemy. It was their strong breakthrough that led to the influx of soldiers behind, unstoppable.
However, these dozens of people couldn't decide the outcome of a battle. The soldiers were even more shocked by Elt. Well-trained, after entering the formation, quickly find his own combat position; cooperate with tacit understanding, the lances are alternately handed out, attacking and defending like clouds, and there are quite a few rules; strict discipline, complete their tactical actions without compromise There is no fear of greed.
Compared to Frey's move to open the situation with their own strength, Elt, the battalion commander, is undoubtedly more amazed by the performance of these soldiers. After all, the one who decides the victory of the final war will never be a single person, but a soldier who has fought thousands and millions.
If I have such a soldier ... seeing here, I believe that no matter which commander will have such thoughts, Elt is no exception. Compared with the previous attack by more than a hundred barbarians, there was no fighting back. Let's look at the soldiers in front of all the barbarians, who are still like chopping vegetables and cutting vegetables. Elt's eyes are hot and envious.
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"Oh, hurt! Come on, don't say that you went out with me in the future, you can't afford to lose this person!"
"Boss, it's just scratching the skin ..."
"Dare to talk back ... this time, you will break the skin next time, believe it or not, believe it ..."
Oh, and that guy who was a bit nervous ... Watching the loudly mocking soldier in front of him named Tang En, Elt twitched his lips, involuntarily recalling the previous scene.
In fact, it wasn't just him who didn't rush out just now ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This guy named Tang En didn't kill out either, so he just walked around the edge of the battle, as if watching something. Before, Elt thought the other party was afraid of death and wanted to pick up cheap. But just when he was about to look away from his contempt, the guy disappeared stupidly, his figure flashed in front of a barbarian who was about to kill the soldier, and he returned to his place again, with a look in his face think.
This moment's movement made Elt think he was embarrassed, but after turning his gaze involuntarily, he saw the barbarian holding his iron rod in a stance, and a black curtain blew from his neck, covered with black hair. His face fell completely blank ...
Thinking back to this scene, Elt touched his neck subconsciously, and his scalp was tingling for a while. By the way, this guy seems to come over and pat his shoulder and say something ... Oh, that ’s, uh, the barbarian really is personal ... … Rub, this neurosis!
She shook her head, and at the same time she removed these cluttered thoughts. Elt scratched his hair, turned his head, and looked at his dumb expression, "What are you still doing, cleaning the battlefield ..."
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