The Qiang people who attacked the Flying Army camp still had an absolute advantage in numbers.

But the flying army's fighting style of ignoring life and death really made these warriors selected by various tribes very uncomfortable.

Fighting a guy who doesn't want to die is undoubtedly a painful thing.

Something more painful than fighting a guy who doesn't want to die is fighting a bunch of them.

What's even worse is that these people not only have an extraordinary will to fight, but also have an amazingly strong combat effectiveness, even if the Qiang people fight more and less, they don't dare to say that they can survive. Fighting to the death with such a group of opponents, the body and mind are always in tension and anxiety, and they are tormented.

The perimeter of the camp near the cliff has been transformed into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.

Every minute there are screams and cries of pain, and every minute someone falls.

As famous warriors selected by their respective tribes, these Qiang people have certainly participated in many battles, but most of the battles they have experienced have been petty fights, and they are not worth mentioning in terms of intensity or cruelty compared to the battles that are taking place now. The Qiang people, who had never experienced such a tragic fight, let out a cry of pain and helplessness before seeing their comrades who were known for their bravery being killed by the flying army, and felt like weeds after a summer rain, growing and spreading wildly.

The weakness of the Qiang people's lack of tacit understanding and mutual protection beliefs is also constantly magnified.

The flying army comes from the same place, many people have been together for several years, and they have participated in many battles together, and in the case of life and death, many flying soldiers can block knives for their companions without even frowning, but the Qiang people cannot. They come from different tribes, and most of them didn't even know each other before, and this time they gathered to hunt down the flying army, to put it bluntly, they are equivalent to mercenaries who temporarily partner with them to do tasks, and there will be no problems when they fight with the wind, but once the situation is stalemate, or they are at a disadvantage, they are not tacit enough to cooperate, and their will to fight is not resolute enough.

When the leader of the Qiang people who led this sneak attack team was killed by Wang Ping on the spot, the Qiang people were completely chaotic.

In battle, if someone on one side retreats without authorization, it often means a complete collapse.

Like now.

At first, it was just a few Qiang people who secretly ran back, and those Qiang people who were fighting saw it, and naturally they were unwilling to become victims of the deserters, and more people withdrew from the battle. If the Qiang had the upper hand, retreating in batches might not have cost a lot, but unfortunately this was not the case. Without the resistance of team combat, the advantages of the flying army's combat quality are becoming more and more prominent, and they are very experienced in quick knife and chaotic pursuit.

The Qiang people were defeated like a mountain.

No one wanted to be cannon fodder after the break, and the Qiang people were busy leaving this bloody battlefield and returning in place.

By the time many of them remembered that they had climbed up the cliff, it was not easy to retreat, and it was even more difficult to evacuate when someone was chasing them, and it was too late.

There were only a few routes down the cliff, and the Qiang people fled by taking the road, and there were many people who had done black hands on their own people, dozens of Qiang people were killed or accidentally fell off the cliff while fighting for the way out, and the darkness that had previously provided cover for them also created more trouble for the Qiang people. Those Qiang people who were blocked outside and relatively far away from the edge of the cliff, under the pursuit of the flying ranks, either desperately resisted on the spot, or squeezed to the cliff regardless of the life or death of their companions, making the order on the cliff side more confusing.

The flying army killed unceremoniously, pressing forward step by step.

"Steady."

The front-line flying army did not give the Qiang army any chance, the defense line was still solid, and the Qiang people who attacked the temporary camp had been defeated, the overall situation had been decided, and Wang Ping issued a new order in time.

The trapped beast is still fighting.

At this point, it is even more important to reduce unnecessary battle damage.

The Fei army resolutely carried out the commander's order, and the attack slowed down slightly, not only maintaining the pressure on the Qiang, but also leaving the Qiang people with some thoughts of retreating from the cliff. Under the pressure of the Qiang people who may be swords and axes at any time, they are forced to retreat to the edge of the cliff continuously, causing more chaos on the edge of the cliff, and the shouts and angry shouts are endless.

At the last moment, the Flyers held their shields in front.

The flying army worked together to push the last dozen or so Qiang warriors off the cliff alive.

These most capable Qiang people were completely defeated by the Flying Army in a fierce white-knuckle battle. Of the 500 people who were full of ambition when they set out, less than 50 people finally returned to the bottom of the cliff alive, and not one in ten remained. Without those who are not there, it is difficult to imagine how helpless and desperate those Qiang warriors were in their last moments, not because they were vulnerable, but because they encountered the wrong opponent at the wrong time.

The desperate flying army, like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, is extremely dangerous.

In order to repel these Qiang, the flying army also paid a heavy price.

At the end of the battle, nearly half of the 100-man reserve was killed, and more than 20 flying soldiers were seriously injured and lost their combat strength, and only more than 20 people were left who could fight, including Wang Ping, who were all colored.

When the attack on the camp broke out, the Qiang people who were advancing head-on also strengthened their offensive in a timely manner, trying to break through the defense line in one go, but they failed to succeed under the strict defense of the flying army. As the attacking troops were quickly routed, the Qiang people in charge of the frontal attack suffered a great demoralization.

Everyone knows that the one who climbs from the cliff is the most capable of fighting 500 warriors!

According to the calculations of the Qiang people, these Han troops from other places did not know that the mountain disease was severe.

These few days were the weakest time for the flying army, relying on the geographical advantage to barely hold a line was already the limit, and there was absolutely no possibility of blocking the attacking camp. No one expected that the attacking troops would soon receive a box lunch.

The iron-clad facts made the Qiang people suspicious.

The sneak attack on the rear missed, and the front could not be attacked for a long time, and the Qiang people quickly retreated.

The surviving soldiers of the flying army endured their fatigue and fatigue and began to clean up the battlefield, treat their comrades, and bandage their wounds. In the previous battle, nearly 100 people were killed or seriously wounded in the two battlefields combined, and the atmosphere of the whole camp was somewhat gloomy, and the soldiers were immersed in grief.

Wang Ping was busy bandaging the wounds of a flying soldier, tearing his underwear into strips and connecting them together.

The wounded soldier had a long knife wound in his abdomen, his intestines flowed out, and his head was full of cold sweat, and he said to Wang Ping with a miserable smile: "Boss, wrap yourself first, your arm is also bleeding." ”

"Don't bother with that......"

"I can't live this injury......"

He is a veteran, and this kind of injury is difficult to recover under normal circumstances, not to mention that he can't even find medicine now.

Wang Ping didn't say a word, his hand didn't stop, and he quickly connected the strip of cloth into the shape he wanted.

"Bear with me." Wang Ping said to the wounded soldier, and then bandaged him without saying anything.

The wounded soldier of the flying army knew the temper of the commander, and since he could not refuse, all he could do was to grit his teeth and try not to cry out as much as possible. The continuous consumption of the body after days of hard fighting, as well as the serious sequelae caused by altitude sickness, led to the current physical condition of the flying army is generally very bad, relying on one breath to support, after being seriously injured, the wounded soldier can no longer support it, and he closed his eyes without waiting for Wang Ping to finish bandaging.

Wang Ping's figure is stagnant.

But soon, he was moving again.

"He's dead."

Jamu's voice came from behind him.

When the war was fighting, I didn't know where the four brothers and sisters of the Jia family were hiding.

Wang Ping wanted to send a few people to protect them just now, but in a hurry, he couldn't find anyone. As soon as the battle ended, Jamu came out at the right time, and the way of self-preservation was indeed passed down by his father.

But Wang Ping couldn't deal with him.

Jamu is not a military man.

What's more, if Jia Mu hadn't told him that the altitude sickness of the Qiang people should not be as serious as his own side, it is likely that he wanted to use the altitude sickness to continue to consume the flying army, and suggested that the troops stop rushing and rest on the spot, and prepare for the onslaught of the Qiang people. Without today's rest, the Flying Army would probably not be able to survive this wave.

"I know."

Wang Ping responded and continued the unfinished business.

Jia Mu stopped talking, stood silently beside him, watched Wang Ping carefully bandage the body of the flying soldier, tied a slipknot on the rest of the thread, and finally closed the eyes of the flying soldier with his blood-stained palm. Jamu suddenly understood why, in such a difficult environment, this unit still maintained a strong combat effectiveness and centripetal force, and there was no sign of collapse so far.

Only by sharing joys and sorrows can life and death go hand in hand.

Wang Ping got up, looked at Jia Mu and said, "How much time do we have?" ”