Human self-suggestion is really subtle, the army of the Rus Empire was originally inferior to Beiyan, and over the years, following the West Island and Assyria, the other party has been defeated countless times, and unconsciously, there is more of a demeanor and temperament that only elite people should have, and the style is tenacious and cold-blooded. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I have to say, this is a good change.

Who would have thought that today, they saw with their own eyes that the Western Islanders and Assyrians, who were even better at fighting than themselves, were forced to be hurried and embarrassed by a group of mud-legged people, which had not happened for several years, and they doubted in their hearts at the moment, how could a group of elite soldiers not be able to do a group of mud-legged people?

Later, I saw that an ordinary soldier actually overturned more than a dozen senior generals of the Rus Empire, and even the commander of the eighth-level division who was regarded as a model soldier by them, "Grass Dragon" Zhu Zibai, was beaten into a "grass snake" by the other party, and fell to the ground softly, trampled to pieces. As a result, the elite shell that the Rus soldiers had cultivated over several years was like a crystal beautiful mirror, which was smashed apart and scattered to the ground in an instant.

It turns out that Rus is still the weak empire that is angry everywhere and relies on alliances to survive in the world, and Rus's army is still the weak army on the battlefield that has been repeatedly defeated and ridiculed.

The 50,000 soldiers of the Rus' Empire lost their courage at once, and their hands and feet became sore and weak. In their eyes, these red-eyed mud legs on the other side are like a pack of mad dogs that have been hungry for three days, staring at them anytime and anywhere, intending to pounce on them and take a bite.

The rout on the flank caused a fatal change in the stalemate on the field, and the 400,000 civilian army seized the opportunity to kill one panicked enemy after another with a slightly unfamiliar fighting method.

Zhang Tiaoyue, Chen Tong, Yang Yao and others wore Assyrian military uniforms, and followed Jiang Zhi in the Rus's camp to shuttle, specifically taking advantage of the chaos to sneak attack the opposing officer.

Now, even they can't understand it. Especially Chen Tong, who took the assassin route, was full of shock in his heart, Jiang Dao fought bravely and was a tiger general. But everything he showed now was like a high-level assassin.

Fluctuating movements, swift footwork, decisive shots, and calm finishes. One life after another disappeared from his hands, but his face was very calm, and he could not see any entanglement and guilt, as if the gods had decreed that these people should be killed, and he was just acting in Fengtian.

Jiang Du was in a good state at this time, and his speed was getting faster and faster, and the scene in front of him made him feel extremely familiar, as if it was an experience he had before. The scattered enemy troops around him were like tall poplar trees, and he was like a wild cat playing in the woods, tossing and turning, leaping to his heart's content, with a long-lost pleasure.

The coalition generals on the high platform noticed the presence of Jiang Du, who was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also extremely cunning, and every time he killed a general, he would sneak into his own phalanx, and hand over the soldiers who followed to cover up and hand over the mud-legged civilians who were not in the oil and salt, and were like mad dogs.

"It's enough to have the strength of level eight, right?"

"It's terrifying to have sharp intuition!"

"Where did Bei Yan find such a young master?"

"What are you talking about so much, in short, you can't let him leave alive!"

Several legion commanders left the high platform one after another, preparing to lead people to besiege Jiang Du, and after observing the entire battle situation, they found that the other party was in the upper hand at the moment, all relying on the sudden and strange way of playing, but there were not many real masters, and although the little soldier hiding in the crowd was powerful, after all, it was only one person, not to mention that he had been fighting for so long. As long as a few people are in charge of containment, the rest of them can take advantage of the situation to kill those generals who are secretly commanding and turn the tide on the battlefield.

At this time, Jiang Du has already focused on the West Island side, if you talk about the strength of foot combat in the field at this time, it is the highest number of soldiers in the West Island, and the formation is the most complete, only by defeating the phalanx of the West Island, they can hope to win this battle. Looking at the long knife in the hands of the soldiers of the West Island, Jiang Du's heart moved, and two dark golden sharp cones started and went around the side of the West Island from his own military formation.

Like the Rus' Empire, the Western Islesian army in the company camp had only 2 legions and 50,000 soldiers, but their phalanx was very neatly maintained, except for the initial casualties, which were a bit larger, and in this respect, even Assyria could not be compared. And for them, the real elite, the number of enemies is large, and the momentum is strong, it is not a difficult thing to deal with, as long as they stabilize their positions, reduce casualties, save physical strength, and patiently wait for the opponent's momentum to fall. Because there is a time limit for people's hyperactive state, once the hyperactive period is passed, there will be symptoms of physical decline and mental malaise, and at that time, it is the beginning of one's own counterattack. The Assyrian soldiers understood this as well.

Today's battle is a bit of a, but this is nothing, winning the final victory is the point, the soldiers and generals of the West Island are not in a hurry, but patiently wait for the moment when the other party is weak.

In this state of stalemate, Jiang Du came to the front of the West Island phalanx, and quickly locked on his target. The man was lean and sharp, a brigade commander from the West Island, and in the Rus's camp, Jiang Du had killed at least 5 generals with the same official position.

50,000 West Island soldiers, 10 division commanders, 50 brigade commanders, he can't kill them all, but he has to kill as many as he can.

Only 20 meters away from him was the target, Jiang Du lowered his arms, trying to make the cone look less conspicuous, and then slowly leaned forward. The brigade commander of the West Island did not know why the Rus Empire was defeated, which made him despise the other party a little, and his ability was almost understandable, but he was so small that he could not be forgiven, but he looked down on this supporter who followed the West Island and Assyria's ass in circles.

At this time, Jiang Du was like a cold python, calmly staring at the "prey" 20 meters away, and the people in front of him seemed to have become transparent, and invisible marks appeared in his mind.

In an instant, a hint of realization rose in Jiang Du's heart:

Hey? What's going on. Aren't those marks acupuncture points on the human body?

Could it be that he was familiar with these acupuncture points before?

But how to say, let's try it and find out. Attack these markers!

Jiang Du said to himself.

So, he danced the double cone and rushed towards the West Island phalanx, countless long knives, desperately slashing at Jiang Du, Jiang Du was short, like a big cat in the gap of the crowd kept walking, the civilian soldiers behind him saw Jiang Du himself into the enemy formation, and also struggled to attack the phalanx, forcing those West Island soldiers to have no time to take care of Jiang Du.

In the chaos, Jiang Du quickly approached the brigade commander, and the other party also saw him at a glance, the two didn't talk nonsense, waved their knives, raised their cones, and rushed towards each other.

The brigade commander raised his long knife, the blade flickered, the momentum was like electricity, Jiang Du dodged weirdly, the double cone swung sharply, and as soon as the two sides fought, there was a violent resonance of gold and iron, and then, a figure shook left and right, and fled away.

The brigade commander let out a roar and fell to the ground, struggling a few times, and died of exhaustion. (To be continued.) )