To Qin Yuan's surprise, this hardcore coach who seemed to be rough and strong actually had a cautious and cautious attitude that did not match his appearance at all, and he still sent two battalions of men and horses to sit in the rear.

Their battle is the first shot of this storm, and whoever can fight louder will have a greater impact on the future of the battle, and if they lose, the consequences can be imagined.

The two battalions of Wind and Iron Blood rushed out in unison.

A young man in white riding a colorful sika deer and holding two sharp Wu hooks is the leader of the Swift Wind Battalion, and another giant bear under the seat opens the way, and a fat black man holding two plum blossom hammers is the leader of the Iron Blood Battalion.

Not everyone has these mounts, strictly speaking, only a few commanders in the army have them, and there is a strict hierarchy, and ordinary people must not trespass.

The sergeants of the Blastwind Battalion are all short-handed and lightly armoured, coming and going like the wind, and the commander of the Blastwind Battalion, Sima Yang, suddenly accelerated, took off into the air, and led the troops to advance quickly, instantly surpassing the Iron Blood Battalion.

This is the first shot in this war, and whoever fires it will be the first to take the lead.

"Array!"

Qin Yuan's body was like electricity, he quickly came to the front of the team, and with a loud shout, the armor of everyone behind him exploded, and he was suddenly divided into seven small teams, one team was located behind Qin Yuan, and the other six teams were on both sides.

Two groups of people, all of whom are good hands of the third grade or above, soared up and flew in the air before stepping on the hot land where magma was raging, avoiding the pain of burning fire.

However, this is only a temporary situation, and if the two sides start a war later, someone will definitely be injured and fall, and the end will be tragic enough that the opponent will not even have a chance to make up for it.

After Qin Yuan completely took over the Hundred Battles Battalion, he did not break up the original seven squads, but absorbed the other Hundred Battles Battalion sergeants into these seven squads to teach and learn from each other.

Although the time is a little rushed, after all, it is a military order, and it is related to the lives of their families and colleagues, no one is lazy and treacherous, everyone is proficient in reciting until Qin Yuan gives an order, and everyone responds.

Qin Yuan heard the uniform sound behind him, and he didn't turn his head, so he felt satisfied.

"Wind Slash!"

Sima Yang suddenly shouted.

"Wind, Wind, Wind......"

When the soldiers of the Wind Battalion heard the order, they shouted in unison, and at the same time waved the double hook in their hands, and the dazzling white sword light was connected into a large area, just like the scorching sun at noon, and the sparkling waves floating in the sea of the Yangtze River.

The snow-white sword light was not only a reflection of Wu Hook, but also a flash of spiritual power.

They were like an extension of the blades, breaking away from the hook and rushing forward with a blast that shredded the air. One, two, three...... Countless snow-white swords converged to form a dazzling knife net.

Although Sima Yang is greedy for merit, he is not a fool.

Qin Yuan can be sent as a pioneer, can pass through the canyon smoothly, and can slaughter the young master Leng Jian, he is by no means an idle person.

Even if it is regarded as "cannon fodder", it is also a "cannon fodder" that can explode and make some noise!

Therefore, as soon as he made a move, it was one of the three major killing moves of the Wind Camp, "Wind Slash"!

Fast as the wind, sharp as a blade!

"Kuntu Array!"

Qin Yuan roared, and the mysterious and mysterious aura spread from his body, and everyone behind him suddenly spun around, a total of seven teams of centaurs, like seven vortices, spinning in the air.

The "whirlpool" rotated unusually slowly, obscurely, as if each "whirlpool" was dragging a million-pound boulder.

It's not just "as if", but it's true, they are indeed dragging a million-pound boulder, even more than a million

Jin is even more arduous.

"Boom!"

With the dull sound of "boom", the curtain as if hanging from the sky to the ground rose again, and countless thick earth walls formed by the condensation of countless rocks, gravel and flowing fire magma, blocked the hundreds of swift winds.

Hundreds of winds slashed into the earthen wall, churning wildly, trying to break through the earth.

The rough friction sound of the two collisions and confrontations went straight into the ears of the two people, and the high-frequency noise tore the fragile eardrums, and made people involuntarily feel cold and cold.

At this moment, all eyes are on this place.

Everyone wanted to know how the first meeting between these two teams would be held.

The smaller and smaller friction sound brought people the answer, the wind slashed into the thick soil layer, and after some difficult movement, most of them were firmly fixed in it, only a few broke through, but this small part could not bring any harm to Qin Yuan's side at all.

"Rush!"

Qin Yuan responded to the victory won in this first confrontation with only one word.

Condensed and compacted like an earthen wall of steel, it suddenly loosened, and Qin Yuan led the two hundred and sixty-five people of the Hundred Battle Battalion to break through the ground.

These two hundred and sixty-five men were dressed in heavy armor, roaring and shouting, with bruised muscles and hideous faces, like ogres rushing out of hell.

"Wind Slash, Prepare for ......"

Sima Yang was slightly moved, the Wind Slash was blocked by Qin Yuan before he could establish an inch of skill, which was very unexpected to him, the Wind Slash had never been so powerless.

With a wave of his palm, he was about to give the order, and the second killing move of the Wind Battalion, the Wind Slash, was also being prepared.

However, the situation in front of him made his face change greatly, and he hurriedly canceled the order.

Qin Yuan and the others came too quickly.

If the people of the Wind Battalion are like a light wind, short soldiers and light armor, like a sharp dagger, which has an unexpected assault effect, then Qin Yuan's Hundred Battle Camp is a raging wind, heavy soldiers and heavy armor, like a giant hammer, but it comes and goes like the wind.

"Huh?"

Sima Yang's face changed drastically.

The young general, who was in the lead, wearing black armor and holding a halberd, rushed in front of the Hurricane Camp almost instantly.

He realized that he had made a huge mistake.

In order to compete for merit, he rushed ahead of the Iron Blood Battalion and did not leave enough distance.

Their advantage is not hand-to-hand combat, but to surprise from a distance with "Wind Slash", "Wind Slash" and "Hurricane Slash", or to assist the main battle army such as the Iron Blood Battalion to flank and outflank.

But who could have imagined in advance that this heavily armed unit could charge so fast, and it was not much worse than the Tempest Battalion, which was known for its speed.

The chagrin in his heart only lasted for a moment, and Sima Yang had no way to retreat, and stepped forward bravely, completely demonstrating the excellent quality of a master general who was not chaotic and calmly responded.

"Dangchang!"

The Hundred Battles Battalion collided with the Iron Blood Battalion.

To be exact, Qin Yuan and Sima Yang collided together.

To be more precise, the heavy Fang Tian painting halberd collided with the snowy Wu hook.

Fang Tian's halberd easily swung open a Wu hook and went straight to Sima Yang's chest, Sima Yang's arm was numb and painful, and he was shocked, and hurriedly resisted with another Wu hook, Fang Tian's halberd pushed Wu Hook and hit Sima Yang's chest hard.

"Poof!"

Sima Yang highlighted a mouthful of blood.

"Nine!"

The Fang Tian painting halberd that had just been recovered struck again,

Sima Yang had never heard of the halberd method called "Nine Thousands", but instinctively, he had a faint feeling of breathlessness.

Horrified by the momentum of the halberd, he had to put a double hook on his head in an attempt to stop him.

"Dang!"

The screams and muffled sounds form a unique melody that blasts across the battlefield.

The double hook did not stop the slashing of the Heavenly Painting Halberd below, and Sima Yang was cut in half by the deer and the deer, blood splattered, and the remnants of his body were thrown away. Although Sima Yang's cultivation is good, and his armor is also a good product, after all, it is not as good as the mountains and rocks.

"Kill!"

The morale of the people in the Hundred Battles Camp was greatly boosted, and everyone shouted wildly and rushed forward.

Sima Yang, like Qin Yuan, was a fifth-grade cultivator, and just cutting his body in half was not enough to completely kill him, as long as there was enough time, he could still recover as before.

Qin Yuan didn't take much care of him anymore, because without Qin Yuan cutting him into minced meat, this Sima Feiyang wouldn't be able to live.

"No, no, save me, save me......"

Sima Yang's body, with most of his head remaining, screamed in terror in midair, and directly below him was a raging, viscous river of magma, which churned from time to time, sparks came out, and the smell was pungent.

"Poof!"

Sima Yang's two pieces of body fell in, and after a few fierce shouts, no sound came.

This was originally the battlefield he chose for Qin Yuan and the Hundred Battle Battalion, and it was also the cemetery he chose for them, but the purpose of this battlefield was not just to take care of wishful thinking, it required a contest of strength and luck between the two sides.

Obviously, in this first round, the Hundred Battles Camp has a great advantage.

The duel between Qin Yuan and Sima Yang became the epitome of the battle between the Hundred Battles Battalion and the Swift Wind Battalion, and also foreshadowed the success or failure of both sides.

With Qin Yuan and the squad behind him as arrows, and Chen Bu and Ren He as the two wings, the Hundred Battles Battalion easily entered the hinterland of the Blastwind Battalion, like a sharp and heavy chisel, constantly fighting and destroying within the "belly" of the Blastwind Battalion.

Blood and corpses are falling like the dead branches and fallen leaves of a toon tree that has been abused by the autumn wind.

They either fell into the blazing lava river, leaving no bones left, or landed on the fiery rocks next to them, where they were roasted and fried.

The underground magma river splashed bursts of fire from time to time, and from time to time there were bursts of flames, and these magma and flames seemed to burn on the tip of the heart of the iron-blooded camp leader Xu Dexing.

Whether it was as a close friend or a robe in the army, Sima Yang's death made Xu Dexing extremely sad.

But there were things that made him even more painful.

The Hundred Battles Battalion slaughtered the Wind Battalion!

It was a one-sided battle, as if the wolves had rushed into the sheepfold, and even though the sturdy rams in these flocks had strong bodies and sharp horns, the wolves still couldn't resist the teeth and claws.

"Get out of here!"

"Get out!"

……

Xu Dexing shouted and scolded angrily, eager to use his octagonal plum blossom sledgehammer to blast away the defeated army in front of him.

The soldiers of the Swift Wind Battalion, who were scattered by the Hundred Battles Battalion, not only caused the defeat of the army, but also blocked the way of the Iron Blood Battalion and blocked their rescue.

He hated the young coach of the Hundred Battles Camp even more.

It was definitely a vicious wolf, a young but cunning and cruel wolf.

Suddenly, he saw Qin Yuan's gaze, Qin Yuan was looking towards him, and where the two looked at each other, there seemed to be a thunderstorm......