The two new "bandits" were lucky, because the enemy had to guard against attacks from three directions, so they had to divide their troops into three parts, so each of their "bandits" only had to face a third of the mission army.

But these two "bandits" are also unlucky. Because they came a little late, they did not see the embarrassment and misery of the comrades in charge of frontal interception where the "big boss" was located in the face of the enemy. Moreover, because they were anxious to disrupt the enemy's ranks and disrupt the enemy's position, they immediately went on the offensive as soon as they arrived and assembled.

And it's a fierce and indomitable rush.

When the big boss suddenly noticed that it was not and wanted to make a sound reminder, it was too late.

As if the scene was replayed, what happened to the big boss just now was re-enacted on the "friendly forces" on the left and right flanks.

The new "bandits" rushed very violently, and the first few small formations directly opposite could not resist at all, and those who were hit retreated again and again.

The leaders on both sides were overjoyed when they saw this, and they couldn't help but feel a burst of disdain for the big boss who spoke out for help.

I thought that no matter how strong the enemy was, it was just that, and it immediately collapsed under the impact of the brothers. Although you are facing the enemy's entire army head-on, you will not be unable to withstand the battle as soon as you engage in battle, and urge us to come over again and again. You must know that there are more than 500 of you, which is almost double that of your opponents.

But soon, the leaders had no intention of continuing to despise the bosses. Because the enemy's front, which seemed to be on the verge of collapse, suddenly became a killing ground for harvesting human lives.

It is the lives of their men who are reaped!

With the retreat of the middle of the defensive line, the front lines of the two flanks of the mission troops had turned into a crooked crescent moon without the "bandits" noticing.

This is a formation like a pocket, and at the bottom of the pocket are a few small formations that have been "crushed". And under their wonderful performances with fake and real people, the two new forces were unknowingly lured into their pockets.

Anyone who sees this formation on the field knows that the "bandits" are worse.

The shield soldier holding a heavy shield shouted loudly and stepped forward neatly, compressing the activity space of the "bandits". It had already cooperated countless times and stabbed out of the gap in the shield, then drew back and stabbed forward again.

The sounds of screams, roars, and wails resounded throughout the woods, and the frightened birds, which had long been far away, fluttered again and flew farther away.

In such a chaotic scene, coupled with a narrow space, it is difficult for any "bandit" to develop no matter how capable he is. Not to mention attacking or escaping, even just turning around can be extremely difficult.

The large, thick shield shook violently, as if it was under the frequent collision of countless beasts. But the warriors' firm and powerful hands held the arm's hand tightly, pressed their shoulders against the back of the shield, and the whole person leaned on the shield, their feet firmly supported the ground, and their steps never retreated.

The soldier is well aware that his companions are under heavy pressure, and that there is only one way to relieve them of the pressure, which is to eliminate the enemy who has fallen into the "pocket" as quickly as possible. So their hands moved faster and more powerfully.

With every stabbing blow, the retraction will inevitably bring out the red blood. And with the attack, it will definitely cause a terrible scream. But the soldiers turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear, still repeating the movements in their hands mechanically.

Stab, stab, stab.

As the screams faded until they could barely be heard anymore, the impact felt from the shield-bearer's hand fade away. They had no time to look elsewhere, and they had no intention of poking their heads out to look. He just pulled out the shield with the sharp lower end deep into the earth, and once again marched forward with a neat pace, without hurry.

When they returned to where they were before the impact, they were left with corpses piled up on top of each other.

Some of the corpses had horrific wounds on their chests, some of their limbs, and some of their cheeks and heads cut off in half. Some people were killed once, and some were wounded several times before they died.

The soldiers stepped over the corpses of the enemy, their eyes fixed on the new enemy in front of them, not looking at the corpses on the ground.

They don't care how they died, they don't care if they have stabbed them, and they don't have time to tell which one or which they killed. They just stab their hands as fast as they can as fast as they were required to do during training.

As for the outcome, they don't have to think about it, and they don't have to worry about it. They believed in President Tang Fengqian, and also believed in the young man who had only been the commander of the army for a few days, but led all the Aberdeen soldiers out of the place of death.

The corpses on the ground just once again verified that their trust was not wrong, nothing more.

This is just the beginning.

The soldiers of the Mission, who had begun to take on the posture of a strong army, flew back and forth with sharp eyes like sharp blades on the "bandits" on the opposite side, as if a beast of prey was examining their food.

As soon as the two later leaders came into contact with the enemy's terrifying eyes, the cold hairs on their bodies immediately exploded one by one, and a cold sweat broke out densely behind their backs.

This army is definitely not something that you can compete with!

The two of them actually came up with a rather ridiculous idea from the bottom of their hearts.

But as a professional, and standing out from many powerful companions, and being assigned to command a team, neither of them is a weak-hearted person. In just a blink of an eye, this unwarranted pessimistic idea has been put aside.

It's just that the enemy's strength is indeed beyond their previous expectations. Relying on the superiority of numbers or individual strength alone may not be enough to win.

It was only the first wave of attacks that made them see the gap between each other and make up some kind of determination.

The thieves who rushed forward stopped and began to retreat, slowly parting in both directions. What was revealed was a neat row of thieves in the back, half-crouched on the ground, with some kind of instrument in their hands.

The soldiers were oblivious to the changes in their opponents, and only pushed forward at the same pace, slowly, but unswervingly, and again.

When the mountains stand in the way, they level the mountains; When the rivers are crossed, they cut off the waters.

Nothing can stop their advance, as long as the commander's banner is pointed, they will turn into the sword of the commander's will, and slash all enemies in their path.

Although they are still just ordinary soldiers, although their training formation has not yet reached the perfect realm of harmony. However, the ideological minds armed with the concept of forming a strong army in another world, combined with their personal experience in the past few months, as well as the bloody lessons and lessons exchanged for the blood and even lives of themselves and their companions, made this team of only 300 people condense a terrifying momentum.

At least on the spiritual level, they have stepped into the ranks of the mainland's first-class strong army.

The troops of the mission slowly pressed forward, and the terrible pressure hit the bandits on the opposite side like a substance, leaving them as if they were drowning.

A bandit finally couldn't stand the invisible pressure, and his hands trembled.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound of breaking through the sky sounded, and a cold light flew over the distance between the two armies at a faster speed than the sound, and disappeared into the array of hoplites.

Under the influence of their companions, the half-crouching row of bandits seemed to hear some kind of signal, and they all activated their weapons in unison.

For a moment, the cold light of the Dao Dao tore through the space, striking at the enemy on the opposite side at a speed that was difficult for the eyes to pursue.

The dense and shrill sound was tearing people's eardrums at the same time.

**Arrow!

What the bandits are holding in their hands is actually a weapon strictly controlled by the army, **!

**Also known as the "nest bow" or "cross bow", it is a lethal weapon. **The reload time is much longer than that of a bow, but it has a longer range, stronger lethality, higher hit rate, and lower requirements for the user, making it a powerful long-range weapon. Ordinary people don't need much training to be proficient, and even recruits can quickly become masters.

For a time in the history of the continent of Oston, the bow was considered an illegitimate weapon because it required very little skill to operate.

There was a world-famous king who was shot twice by an arrow and died of his wounds the second time. The death of such a great man at the hands of an ordinary or inferior soldier was simply appalling and unacceptable to the aristocracy. For this reason, the imperial dynasty that unified the continent at that time forbade the use of ** on the grounds of cruelty.

But war is to strike and destroy the enemy's army with the greatest strength, and who wants to put such a sharp weapon on the shelf and abandon it? After the dynasty fell apart and collapsed violently, the ** arrow once again returned to the ranks of the weapons and equipment of the armies of various competing forces.

It's just that the reason for the ban at that time was also reasonable, and the unlimited spread and use did pose a threat to the lives of the nobles. Thus, in the glorious empire, ** was classified as a strictly regulated weapon and was limited to military use.

Unexpectedly, these "bandits" also have such deadly weapons in their hands.

As if echoing it, and as if he didn't want his companions to be pretty, the bandits on the other side also used their hidden killer skills.

Bursts of magical fluctuations emanated from the bandits' array, followed by dazzling magical light flickering one after another. Fireballs, wind blades, water arrows, and other attack magic took shape, whistling towards the soldiers' formation.

The big boss is directing his men to resist the enemy's attack with difficulty.

The sacrifice of their previous companions was not in vain, at least they knew the strength of their opponents, so that they would no longer rush forward with a roar of blood.

In the strange formation of this shield combination, that is not bravery, but idiots—idiots sent to death.

Of course, there is no way to crack it for the time being. The big boss is self-aware, and he can't do what a famous general does with the little material in his stomach. But not for merit but for no fault, to fight steadily, to entangle the enemy while minimizing their own casualties, in this respect the big boss did much better than the other two friendly armies.

As for how to win, the big boss has no idea, as long as he maintains this situation and drags it on. Because he knew that the master must have a second hand.

Although he did not understand the whole plan, he understood his master. He will never be the only pawn, and the master will not be able to put his hopes entirely on himself.

**The appearance of arrows and magic attacks made the big boss seem to see the arrival of a turning point.