Xiang Yangkai grasped the knife at his waist and walked slowly in the dense forest of the Mangcang Mountain Range, he had already found that by the Qingxi not far away, there was a small group of soldiers enjoying a hearty lunch. And looking at the dress, it is obviously not the army of the Western Jin Dynasty.

Xiang Yangkai is a centurion, the centurion of the forward battalion of the Western Jin Dynasty's invasion of the Vietnamese army, this position sounds beautiful, but in fact, to put it bluntly, he is just the leader of a death squad.

As the leader of a death squad, Xiang Yangkai has a high level of military literacy and personal force to make himself as safe as possible in dangerous operations.

He pulled out the long knife at his waist, the noon sun shone on the knife surface, and the reflected light illuminated the leaves of the plants around him, and he looked at his colleagues who were gobbling up lunch by the cleaning side with some sympathy, and his expression became more and more calm.

When we meet on a narrow road, the strong can win, and if you want to blame it, you are really unlucky.

He thought to himself, then gestured behind him, motioning for the group to follow.

He is a centurion, and in this dense forest, there are naturally hundreds of soldiers.

Hundreds of soldiers quietly walked through the dense forest, walking lightly and briskly, showing a very high military quality, but the corners of their clothes still made a soft sound when they brushed the new leaves of the plants.

Fortunately, Zhao Guoteng and Tang Houning were all strong men who were temporarily recruited into the army, and they did not receive any professional training, so they naturally did not find that danger was quietly coming.

"Whoosh!"

A feather arrow broke through the air, and it was inserted into the fire, and the splashed sparks pounced on everyone!

"Enemy attack! Hide!"

Zhao Guoteng was shocked, hurriedly got up, picked up his weapons, and covered everyone's retreat into the mountains.

Lao Xiong Erzhu and Tang Houning and more than a dozen other men were also frightened by this feather arrow, and the three souls were frightened and lost, thanks to Zhao Guoteng's reminder, they were not stunned in place, everyone hurriedly got up, and got up with Zhao Guoteng to prepare to leave.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, a feather arrow fell, followed by hundreds of sword rain falling from the sky, because the distance was too far, it was naturally impossible for every arrow to be aimed at people, but under this indiscriminate group attack, someone in Zhao Guoteng's team was still injured, and even on the right arm of the second pillar, a feather arrow was also hit.

Erzhuzi held back his tears and did not shed them, and after hiding in the mountains, he looked at Zhao Guoteng in despair, choked up and said, "Brother, I hurt." ”

Having survived a winter in the Mangcang Mountains, these men from mountain villages all over the country have already become brothers who have nothing to say, looking at Erzhuzi's painful expression, Zhao Guoteng's heart is also faintly painful.

"Pillar, when you get through this level, my brother will personally get arrows for you. Zhao Guoteng's temples were already soaked with hot sweat, he held the pale-faced Erzhu, and ordered the people around him: "Cover the injured brother and retreat first!"

"We're not leaving!" Erzhuzi said with a resolute gaze: "Even if we die, we will die together, and my Erzhuzi will not be a stealer!"

"Yes, Brother Teng, let's not leave!" several other injured men also said in a sonorous voice.

Zhao Guoteng's heart was boiling, he looked at the group of brothers and said: "You go first, we have a chance to survive, otherwise why do you stay here?

"Let's go!" he added unquestioningly.

Erzhuzi's eyes were full of hesitation and struggle, and he gritted his teeth for a long time, "Brothers, let's go, let's not make trouble for Brother Teng!"

Zhao Guoteng looked at the backs of several injured brothers walking into the mountains, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Teng, what should I do next, I will listen to you!" said Lao Xiong, patting his chest.

Zhao Guoteng turned around, after a few injured brothers left first, there were only seven people left in the scene plus him, judging by the sword rain just now, there was at least a team of 100 people on the opposite side.

Seven against a hundred, one against ten is not enough, what should I do?

Zhao Guoteng's face flashed with a hint of determination, he patted Lao Xiong's shoulder, looked at several brothers, and laughed: "Brothers, it seems that we are going to explain here today, but it is valuable for people to die, I won't say more, today we have only one task, that is, to cover the lives of several injured brothers!"

Tang Houning's little face was flushed, he clenched the weapon in his hand, looked at Zhao Guoteng and said firmly: "Xiao Ning would rather die with Brother Teng!"

"Heroes don't die, and the greater the more they last!"

The seven soldiers recited the password of the Lao Yue people during the battle in unison, and then personally opened the prelude to the battle of Mangcang Mountain.

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After a rain of arrows, Xiang Yangkai figured out the details of the enemy.

No signal is given, no reinforcements are given. Without the fluctuation of the power of the stars, it is equivalent to having no cultivators.

Then, the lives of this group of people are going to come to an end today.

A smile appeared on the corner of Xiang Yangkai's mouth, he used his long knife to push away the plants in front of him, and ordered: "There are only more than ten people on the enemy, brothers, pull out the long knife and kill me!"

"Order!" After receiving the order, hundreds of burly soldiers rushed out of the dense forest, and the destination was the direction in which Zhao Guoteng and the others retreated.

"Brothers, kill it!" Zhao Guoteng roared, and led Lao Xiong and Tang Houning and other seven brothers to meet them head-on.

"The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is not self-sufficient!"

At the rear of the 100-man forward battalion of the Western Jin Kingdom, Xiang Yangkai stopped and smiled, as a veteran ruffian, he knows how to survive, no matter how strong or weak the enemy is, those who rush to the front are basically sent to death.

He didn't rush with his soldiers, because he didn't want to die yet.

However, although each is his own master, he still admires these people a little, and a few people dare to fight with an army of 100 people......

What a bunch of fools, he laughed to himself.

Zhao Guoteng raised his long knife, walked in front of everyone, and slashed at the hundreds of people rushing towards the Western Jin Kingdom!

A young man who was about to be in his early twenties was killed by Zhao Guoteng, looking at the eyes of the young man when he fell in despair, Zhao Guoteng's heart was filled with a trace of pity, but before this emotion could ferment, it was interrupted by the next soldier who rushed forward.

Zhao Guoteng had no choice but to raise the big knife again and slash over.

Perhaps these young people are also like him, shouldering the hope of the whole family, and the old parents in the family are still waiting for them to go home to care for the elderly, but there is no way.

War is like that, either you die or I die.

Why do we have to go to war? The war is so miserable, so many people are killed, so many families are destroyed. Zhao Guoteng has always been unable to understand this question in his heart.

He didn't know that one would make ten thousand bones wither, and a hundred bones would cast a crown. The lives of all living beings in the world are nothing but tools for those in power and profit.

He could only slash through with doubts, slashing over one after another, and killing a bloody way to survive.

Suddenly, a breeze rose, Zhao Guoteng didn't feel it, Tang Houning didn't feel it, and the soldiers of the Western Jin Kingdom were also red-eyed, and no one could feel it.

But at the very edge of the war, Xiang Yangkai felt it.

An iron fist suddenly fell from the sky.

Xiang Yangkai was a little desperate.

I've been so cautious, why can't I escape the impermanence of life and death?