The real battlefield was obviously much more complicated than the previous Taiping Sect siege.

This time there was no trainer, Chen Mo appeared on the battlefield as a small soldier, he was an archer, and in terms of safety, Chen Mo felt much safer than the sword and shield men and spearmen who charged at the forefront.

However, this place is much more harsh than the battlefield he experienced before, and those who don't hear the drums and don't retreat will be killed immediately!

In the midst of it, a depressing and suffocating atmosphere came to him, obviously in a dream, but Chen Mo could really feel the breathless sense of depression.

"Archer, eighty paces ahead of the target, ready!"

A thunderous roar sounded in his ears, and Chen Mo felt that half of his head was stunned.

Boom~

Crunch~

The longbows were filled under the force of the archers, and Chen Mo hurriedly filled the longbow in his hand, this kind of bow, if it was placed outside, he couldn't pull it, but now, the adjustment was made in the dream, and Chen Mo could easily pull it away.

There was no goal, only an empty distance of eighty steps ahead, Chen Mo silently estimated in his heart, slightly adjusting the angle of the longbow, I don't know what the meaning of doing this is? Can you shoot people?

A military general stood on horseback, his eyes were cold and ferocious, like a beast ready to burst out and hurt people, Chen Mo couldn't see the situation on the battlefield ahead, and could only passively wait for orders.

"Put!" The military general raised the sword in his hand high, and then slashed it down.

"Hum~"

I don't know how many bowstrings sounded at the same time, and the buzzing sound produced was annoying, one by one the cold arrows swept up from the ground, in Chen Mo's shocked gaze, countless arrows intertwined into a dense rain of arrows in the air, and at the same time, Chen Mo also saw that the opposite side also raised an arrow array and fell down with a scream of death on this side.

"Puff puff~"

Clusters of cold arrows continued to fall into the array ahead, and the sword and shield hand held the shield, and from time to time someone fell to the ground, but no one ran around, as if the death of their companions did not bring them fear.

Chen Mo remembered that when the Taiping Sect attacked the city before, on the first day, the soldiers defending the city just released a row of sharp arrows, which caused tens of thousands of people to be chaotic, but now, under the cover of an arrow array of this scale, no one wavered.

Is there such an army in the world?

Chen Mo looked at this scene blankly, a little incredulous.

"Twenty paces forward, open the bow!" The generals sat on horseback and watched the enemy formation, surrounded by arrow towers, on which people held command flags and waved them constantly.

Chen Mo was a little puzzled, how did such a big battlefield quickly give orders? But now, he obviously can't think too much, the phalanx of archers has already begun to move forward, and he is in the middle of it, and he must follow the camp closely.

"Stop!"

Twenty steps later, the military general shouted angrily again, and then a famous archer quickly bent his bow and set up his arrows, and Chen Mo also pulled out the longbow, but the next moment, Chen Mo looked at the dense array of arrows that were overwhelmingly falling towards this side, and he had forgotten in his mind that this was a dream battlefield, and the cat almost instinctively bent down to dodge.

"Bold!"

A voice sounded in his ears, it was the last word Chen Mo heard in this dream, and a cold arrow pierced his skull, and his consciousness immediately dissipated.

……

The surroundings returned to white again, Chen Mo looked around with some palpitations, although there was no punishment, but in that military array, the feeling of death was not pleasant.

"The first battlefield simulation fails, the host has a ten-minute break, and after ten minutes, the second battlefield simulation will begin."

There was a cold voice from the system fairy in my ears, what is ten minutes? Chen Mo didn't know, it sounded like the hour, at this moment, Chen Mo's heart regretted that he had chosen this battlefield survival technique, the experience of death, even in a dream, was still not very good.

Soon, the second dream battlefield simulation began, compared to the first time, this time Chen Mo was much more stable, but this time, he was no longer an archer, but a sword and shield hand with a spear.

Standing in his own phalanx, the battle formations of the two sides quickly contacted, Chen Mo learned to keep stabbing the spear in his hand like others, although he had never learned the spear, but he had some attainments in stick skills, he thought that he could easily master it, but when he really fought it, he found that the spear was more than two zhang long in his hand, and the spear would keep trembling, and it was difficult to accurately stab the target, and the slightest mistake would stab the robe.

This is not a perfect experience, battlefield survival skills, but on the real battlefield, it is impossible to let you run around like the previous battlefield of the Taiping Sect, Chen Mo now finally understands why Zhang Min is so disdainful of the Taiping Sect, such a military formation, I am afraid that a thousand people can easily defeat an army like the Taiping Sect, right?

The spearman's experience didn't last long, and in the melee, he charged too hard, broke away from his troops, and was slashed by the enemies who rushed up from all around.

Battlefield survival is obviously not to let you run for your life, but to let you know how to cooperate with friendly forces to kill the enemy at the same time, to ensure that you do not die, this is Chen Mo's perception after experiencing ten battlefield simulations, but Rao understands this truth, in such a murderous and bloody battlefield, it is not easy to survive, especially he, a person who does not have any other abilities except for bows and arrows.

However, there are some rules on the battlefield, Chen Mo slowly understood after being killed by various generals a few times, on the battlefield, you have to listen to orders to advance and retreat, there are many kinds of orders, drums, trumpets, golden sounds, and the flags played by the flag officers on the arrow towers, of course, the flags are for the generals to see, and the most important thing for these soldiers is to listen to the orders of the generals.

A war is not simply a battle between two armies, there is a complex command, and it is also a contest between the commanders of the two armies, Chen Mo, who is in it, can't appreciate all of it, but he has a faint feeling.

In the dream, Chen Mo didn't know how many times he had died, only that after surviving a certain war, when the system immortal announced the end of this simulation training, Chen Mo felt like he had collapsed.

"Whew~"

On the bed, Chen Mohuo sat up, his face was a little pale, and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

"Is Childe okay?" Juan'er was obviously relieved when she saw Chen Mo wake up, and hurriedly handed over wet towels for Chen Mo to wipe her sweat, when she came in just now, she saw Chen Mo's face was pale and covered in cold sweat, she was really startled, she didn't pay attention to it, and she didn't respond to pushing, if it wasn't for Chen Mo waking up, she would have wanted to call a doctor.

"It's fine, it's just dreaming about something." Chen Mo shook his head, his face was still a little pale, anyone who had experienced hundreds of wars in a row and died hundreds of times would never feel good.

"The slave maid serves the son to change clothes." Juan'er felt that Chen Mo's eyes were a little scary, and she didn't dare to look at Chen Mo's gaze, so she just lowered her eyebrows and said.

Chen Mo wanted to refuse, but he didn't have any strength on his body, so he could only say helplessly: "It's hard work." ”