And at this moment, the sharp birdsong sounded like a signal of special significance, and from behind the rocks, in the hollows, on the branches of small trees, all the elusive places whistled and shot short guns, and before the hundred soldiers of the two coalition forces could even react, most of them fell in a pool of blood.

In addition to the short swords and small round shields used in melee combat, the slave soldiers also had three throwing spears only the length of their arms hung on their bodies, and a camouflage burlap usually used as a bag and bedding was tied to their backs.

This camouflage burlap is made from the juice of mashed plants and the dried manure of pigs and beasts. The combination of plants and the smell of dried manure creates a very ordinary taste of the wasteland, which even a beast with a keen sense of smell can fool in the wild.

This is what Kratos taught, the warfare technique that was used in the field in his previous life. In this world where there are only strict and rigid military formations, and where hard confrontation is the main means of warfare, a dazzling brilliance blooms in an instant.

After the surprise anti-ambush attack, the two sides immediately fell into hand-to-hand combat, and the sound of weapons cutting into the human body was intertwined with the roar of the warriors.

A young slave, about 14 years old, hesitated for a moment when he slashed his weapon into the neck of a Tirins soldier in accordance with his trained method of killing.

It is due to human instinct, disgust and resistance to cannibalism. After all, what was in front of him at this time was not a wooden man or a stone for training, but a flesh-and-blood, living human being, and the result of such a knife would inevitably be blood gushing and the head broken.

But under the blade of this young slave soldier, a veteran who had experienced the baptism of the battlefield, the moment he caught his enemy's mind wavering, his originally numb face immediately showed a hideous expression, ignoring the sharp blade that fell towards his neck, suddenly erected the spear in his hand, and stabbed at the body of the young slave.

The young slave was so frightened that he retracted his weapon from the enemy's skin, and instead tried to stop the spear that was being stabbed at him. But this was irreparable, he only felt a tingling pain in his abdomen, and the strength and life of his whole body were vented from the position of the wound.

Poof!

The veteran's head suddenly rose to the sky, and the hideous expression remained on the bloody face. The other slave soldier who had cut off his head was also standing behind him with trembling hands and feet, looking at his companion who had fallen in a pool of blood with a horrified expression on his face.

These slave soldiers are rookies who set foot on the battlefield for the first time, no matter how hard they train, they still can't make up for it, and they lack the weakness of war and blood, and this weakness has been completely exposed at this time.

Just because I couldn't bear it for a while, but in the end I paid the price of my life. This is the battlefield, either you die or I die!

Lukka let out a loud cry and put his round shield on his shoulder, and all the blood and qi up to 50 horsepower in his body surged, and the two Argos soldiers who were knocked down by him immediately flew upside down with shattered bones, and their bodies tumbled down the slopes of the mountain like garbage.

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Boom!

At that moment, the bouncing of the tight bowstring loosened rang in his ears, and he turned his head sharply, and saw a slave soldier fall in response, a bloody arrow stuck in his chest, piercing and pinning his whole body to the ground.

Lukka couldn't help but look in the direction where the arrow was fired, and saw a junior officer from Argos, still holding his bow and shooting arrows, and it was obvious that this powerful arrow was sent by him.

"Hidden!"

Lukka roared in rage as he dragged his mortally wounded comrade behind a rock, and threw the last shot of his short gun with all his might, without looking, before he could hide inside.

The spear was thrown in a fit of rage, and after piercing one of the Tirinth soldiers, it castrated and pinned the man behind him to a rock.

Luka leaned his back against the rock, his eyes red, his chest heaving violently, and he gasped for air. His ears were filled with the painful groans of his companions and the sound of approaching enemy footsteps.

With just a quick glance, he had already seen the situation on the battlefield clearly. Half of his 200 slave warriors had been lost, most of them due to carelessness, and although they finally killed the enemy with their excellent combat skills, they themselves were also seriously wounded and fell to the ground dying.

Lukka felt a roar in his head, and he closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing, while his mind kept thinking about the most correct course of action in the moment.

"Deeply surrounded, the number of enemies is several times greater than ours, and friendly reinforcements cannot be relied upon, in this case it is possible to survive ...... It doesn't exist!"

All the knowledge that the Lord had imparted flashed through his mind, and in the end he realized that there was no way to deal with this desperate situation of being isolated and helpless.

But strangely, even in the moment of imminent disappointment, Lukka still had no fear or despair in his heart.

Lukka, like most mortals, prayed silently to the gods in his heart, even if he did not receive a response a thousand times, still begging for the High Being to have mercy and free him from his desperate suffering.

At this time, Lukka suddenly realized a fact, I don't know when he didn't seem to have prayed to the gods again, even now in the face of a desperate situation, only that powerful figure existed in his heart, as if it was the god he believed in in his heart.

His ears couldn't help but echo the words that the Lord had said to him before he left, and even in the chaos of the battlefield, it was still very clear.

"I am your only pillar, just obey me, believe in me, and call my name in the most dangerous moment, and you will have the power to break the barrier!"

"When we meet on a narrow road, those who believe in me live!"

For the first time, Lukka silently bowed his head and reverently recited the mundane name in his heart.

"Kratos, your most loyal followers are here to pray earnestly for the power of your majesty. Thy fist is an invincible weapon that crushes all enemies, thy servant (beast soul) is a messenger of violent power, bestowing desperate punishment on sinners, and thy battlefield is thy paradise, and blood is the glory of thy crown......"

At first, he just subconsciously muttered to himself, but later he subconsciously immersed himself in prayer, as if he was really dedicating his most devout faith to some glorious and glorious god.

"Stand up my soldiers, water our parched bodies with the blood of the enemy, pluck off their heads, and become the wine cup of our honor!"

Bang!

All the slave soldiers only felt that the whole world shook, and the seriously injured who had lost their consciousness were also suddenly awakened, and they clearly felt that a warm current poured into their bodies from all directions, gradually erasing the injuries and becoming a powerful force to support them to continue fighting.

If there were a strong man who also mastered the evil power of the curse, he would see that from the corpses of the soldiers of the two allied forces, blood souls full of life essence suddenly emerged, rising above the clouds in the sky, and finally transformed into a blood-red rain mist in the sky, which was poured into the body of every slave soldier without any difference.

"Give all your faith, this is the power of that adult!"

Lukka couldn't help but yell heartbreakingly, as if he wanted to turn all his excited emotions into a sound and transmit it to everyone's ears.

All the slave soldiers were stunned in disbelief at first, but when they actually felt the changes in their bodies, their hearts immediately swelled with ecstasy that they were in a desperate situation. For the first time, they felt the emotion that their faith could be responded to.

Suddenly, all the slave soldiers silently recited Kratos's name in their hearts, and as the feeling of increasing physical strength became more and more obvious, they also became more determined in their hearts.

"The fire of the underworld, the soul and the body together in the agony of despair turned to ashes!"

At this moment, a dark red fireball shot up into the sky and slammed into the clouds, instantly shattering the clouds that had condensed countless red souls.

Seeing the clouds in the sky being shattered by this devastating force, everyone's hearts couldn't help but tremble, and the faith that had just been established and had not yet been consolidated was shaken, but it didn't take long for the cracks of faith to be quickly repaired and strengthened even more than before when the power of the red soul covered them again.

"Kill!"

Under the leadership of Luca, all the slave soldiers let out a fanatical roar, and they worked in groups of three, as if they had been tempered a thousand times, cooperating with each other, frantically attacking the soldiers of the two coalition forces, unless they attacked their own heads, hearts and other vital points, they simply turned a blind eye, and only thought about killing the enemy in front of them.

As more and more soldiers of the two coalition forces died, the blood soul that was extracted became more abundant, and Kratos poured it into the slave soldiers.

The wounded and fell to their feet again, and the killers became more and more courageous, for they could feel that with each enemy they killed, the strength in them grew stronger, until the last slave boy even threw away the broken weapon in his hand, grabbed a Tirinth soldier with his bare hands, and broke his head in blood.

And just when the war in the mountains was becoming more and more tragic, there was another earth-shattering scene above the clouds.