Charging is a tactic, but also a technical job, straight forward, side oblique, and air diving, Song Yun is very familiar with it, but this time he didn't do any command, just let Bianliang play freely, because he didn't know what the boss's strength was.

Without knowing the strength of the troops, Song Yun would not command blindly.

Bianliang looked at the time, picked up his gun and escaped into the forest, and slowly walked down the mountain.

Twenty minutes, enough time, you can still squint your eyes and rest for half a moment.

Bianliang went around the back of the Blues, opened the safety of the two guns in his hand, and gently placed them on the ground, while his people, resting on a tree, looked into the sky.

Above the forest, about a few tens of meters in the air, there was a thick layer of fog that covered the entire sky on the battlefield.

This is the fog in the mouth of the Jin family. It's quite powerful, but it's not enough, if there is also this kind of fog in the forest, the battle will be even better, and with his super physical strength and super speed, it won't take long to destroy these two hundred people.

Bian Liang sighed secretly in his heart, and looked at the valley in the distance, strange, the position under the mountain was clearly visible, but above the valley near the pool, there was something shrouded, which made it impossible to see clearly.

That thing is like fog but not fog, like smoke but not smoke, if you have to use one word to describe it, Bianliang thought of the mosaic, that place is like being marked with a mosaic, can only dimly see that there is a raised thing inside, Bianliang knows, that thing is a refresh monument.

It was not exposed, his heart was much more comfortable, he reached out and picked a leaf, put it in his mouth and chewed it, a fresh smell came to his nose, a touch of bitterness penetrated the taste buds, this extradimensional space is a real world for himself in it.

Bian Liang looked at the white mist sky, his heart gradually became empty, and familiar faces appeared in front of his eyes, both men and women.

Bianliang's face also showed different expressions, sometimes happy, sometimes melancholy, and finally he opened his mouth gently, judging from the shape of his mouth, he was sorry.

As if sensing his sincerity, the fog in the air shook and lowered a few points, and the light in the woods dimmed a lot.

The blue-clothed soldiers were a little panicked, and several leaders scolded and threw the dining utensils in their hands to the ground.

"Let's go, take this position, and we'll go up to the valley and camp to rest." An officer wearing a captain's hat straightened his shirt and said solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the serious officer scolded his mother, "Hualang, the boss only thinks about meritorious service, and doesn't care about our life or death. ”

He was surrounded by soldiers he was familiar with, most of them were old oilmen, and a few of them were bold, and while packing up their weapons, they came over and hooked their shoulders and said, "Captain, we have rushed to the innermost, all the merits that should be made have been made, and the damned people are also dead, after this battle, you let the top give us more recruits, and it is better to make up a few girls." ”

"you, what do you want!" The officer kicked the veteran, scolding with a smile in his mouth, "Lao Wang, if you dare to move your intestines outside, you are not afraid that your daughter-in-law will not let you enter the door." ”

The soldier named Lao Wang said disdainfully, shaking his military hat in his hand, and continuing to mess around in his mouth, "If you Captain Zhang can get it, I'll let it out, live broadcast." ”

The officer surnamed Zhang picked up the gun, followed behind Lao Wang, and muttered in his mouth, "This ghost day, every day is gloomy, just like in the grave, brothers, don't worry, when this battle is over, I will pay out of my own pocket to wrap up all the women in the Tibetan Concubine Pavilion, our brothers live and die together, and there is a fucking big battle." ”

The surrounding soldiers laughed and scolded, picked up their guns and walked loosely out of the forest.

The soldiers walked and walked, and before they could get out of the woods, they came out of a neat formation, and it was obvious that they were very familiar with this formation.

Lao Wang walked at the front of the queue, and the other soldiers took him as the apex, drawing both sides of the isosceles triangle, arranged in a figure-of-eight shape.

The officer surnamed Zhang and two guards were at the back of the team, one guard was holding a military flag, and the other was holding a bread-like thing.

The officer surnamed Zhang had a serious expression and reached out to take the charge.

Bian Liang made a move at this time, moving his hands together, one hand and one gun.

I saw that his face was grim, his hands were turned over, the muzzle of the gun was neatly stretched out, and a pair of eyes, each staring at the crosshair at the tail of the gun, were aimed at an officer surnamed Zhang.

"Toot..." The trumpet of the charge broke the silence of the valley.

On the top of the mountain, Song Yun and several soldiers clenched their guns and held their own guns.

On the battlefield, the group of lazy dying soldiers also entered the position, and all kinds of weapons appeared one after another.

Only the old butler, still lying on the edge of the pool, oblivious to the impending battle below.

Two lines of clear tears fell suddenly, rippling in the pool, round and round.

Suddenly, the charge was broken, and the old man stood up in astonishment, and looked forward with his tear-stained eyes, as if something great had happened on the battlefield that had rejuvenated his dead heart.

The charge is not so short, the old man Jin Chao has been on the battlefield for many years, and he has also been to the front line many times.

The allied army's charge trumpet is different from the Jin army's in that they only blow it once, and the time is twice as long as that of the Jin army.

But today, this trumpet is shorter than the Jin army.

Did something happen?

Not only did the old man feel abnormal, but the remnants of the soldiers on the battlefield also showed puzzled eyes, looking at each other and not knowing what was going on.

In addition to them, Lao Wang, who was already on the way to charge, also obviously felt that something was wrong, but he didn't look back, but shouted heavily, and rushed diagonally from the side!

The figure-eight stormtroopers turned ninety degrees in an instant, one side still facing forward, the other with the muzzle facing backwards.

Lao Wang wanted to ask what the situation was, but when he charged, he knew that the morale of the formation was the most important, and unless the captain had an order to come down, he must not mess up or ask.

"Stay in formation, charge!" Lao Wang shouted and led the team to rush to the position.

However, an exclamation rang out from the soldiers on the other side.

"Captain." The voice was shocked, and Lao Wang knew that there must be an enemy behind him.

"Fire, stay in formation!" Lao Wang shouted, raised the muzzle of the gun, and swept in front of him.

Shooting at this distance, he knew very well that the range was not enough to hit people, but he had to shoot, first, to boost morale, and second, to vent his emotions.

It's sad that the captain has an accident, but now is not the time to be sad.

As a veteran oilman, they have no tears to leave on their bodies, some are just bloody.

Tears are all things that belong to the recruits.

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