The wind howled and blew, rolling up a cloud of dust, and also blowing Chen Hai's robe hunting.

He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, the faint mountains, the vast land, the sparse trees on the plains, and the villages looming in the mist were long deserted.

Exhaling a heavy breath of turbidity, bringing out wisps of white mist, Chen Hai's body trembled twice, it was the middle of December, getting up in the early morning of the coldest season, he, a five-star Yuheng monk, couldn't stand the biting chill.

"When will such a day come to ......?"

"Chen Dutou!"

A shout that seemed particularly loud in this winter day exploded behind him, and suddenly brought Chen Hai out of the previous melancholy mood.

"Is there something you need my brothers to do? You know, you're welcome. ”

Chen Hai turned his head helplessly. As he expected, behind him was a middle-aged face, smiling greasyly.

Chen Hai was very familiar with this person, knowing that his name was Qi Xian, and just two days ago, he had just joined the army with a centurion named Zhao Jinxi.

He still came here as a typical person, and the ordinary peasant resolutely joined the army, which greatly boosted the low morale, but after two days of contact, Chen Hai was deeply suspicious of his identity as an ordinary peasant farmer.

And the few behind Qi Xian, the scholars who threw their pens from Rong, and the civilians who put down their newlyweds and came to join the army...... He didn't believe it either.

These people are so calm!

It seems that they can be seen everywhere, down to ordinary soldiers, up to him who commands this thousand-strong army, he has been asked by these guys:

'Would you like to help?' Is there anything they need to do? It's okay to think about it. ’

He was asked the most.

Not to mention the lack of organization and discipline, Chen Hai did not expect a few non-military people to be temporarily incorporated into the army, how much could they order and prohibit.

But there should be tension, right?

It's going to be a war, it's going to die!

Although it is said that in the entire southwestern border of Zheng State, nearly 1,000 miles deep, their army is 36 in the capital, and it is not so easy to encounter the enemy's troops.

But it's not completely unguarded.

If it weren't for the fact that these are the 'mascots' in the army, who can relieve the tension of the sergeants with a heartless attitude, Chen Hai would have given them a military law to deal with them.

Forget it, let them go, the energy is just right, so that more brothers can rest and rest.

Thinking of this, Chen Hai was about to casually arrange a patrol mission for them, when he suddenly saw the young man behind Qi Xian, who was said to be a scholar from Rong and surnamed Lu, raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

"Smoke? Is that smoke? ”

Chen Hai's expression suddenly froze, and when he looked back, he saw a stream of cyan beacon smoke rising straight into the sky!

And at the same time, several people behind him had scattered and rushed into the barracks!

"Brothers, get up!"

"Armor, armor, war!"

"Enemy attack!"

In the different shouting voices, all that leaks out are ...... Relaxed and cheerful?

These guys......

There was no time to delve into anything, but it was a good thing that the barracks came alive in the early morning under the shouts of those few people, and there were drums sounding.

Chen Hai lay down, his head close to the ground to listen, and activated the two-star holy soul to be deaf and clear, and when he straightened his waist again, there were already many sergeants standing in line behind him, waiting for him to give the order.

Here on the border, there is nothing like a city wall and fortress for them to guard, and those things, under the hands of three-star and four-star monks, are like papier-mâché, and they are only built to cost the people and money, and they cannot play a role in defending against foreign enemies at all.

There is only a vague border.

So as soon as the war started, it was an encounter on the plains, and Chen Hailang shouted:

"It's a hundred-person team that is trying to feint, there are no six-star Kaiyang-level monks in the team, there is no need to ask for support, monk battalion, follow me to meet the enemy!"

The war in the Holy Soul Continent is not fought by the number of troops, but by the number of strong men! What really determines the outcome of the war is the handful of people who stand at the top of their strength, those six-star Kaiyang powerhouses!

So from a certain point of view, the 36th Capital Army, which is at the forefront of the border line, is just cannon fodder thrown out in a sense, and as long as the other party dispatches a six-star Kaiyang powerhouse, it can completely slaughter this thousand-person team!

But if you take advantage of this opportunity and the strong people of Zheng Guo who are always ready to support, they can leave the attacking six-star Kaiyang behind, and they will earn it!

Of course, there is a lot to say in this, all kinds of ambushes and counter-ambushes, and even after the war broke out in full force, all the strong people were gathered at one point, and there were also times in the history of the Holy Soul Continent, Zheng Guo had made corresponding deployments and preparations, and after the 36 capital armies deployed in a ring, it was the most elite soldiers of Dazheng who were ready to support at all times.

Layer by layer, ring arrangement!

And Chen Hai, the head of the capital, needs to decide, just fight, or ask for help while fighting.

Seven Sages and the other players stood in the rear, looking at the elite soldiers lined up behind Chen Hai, and then looking at the old and young masters around them with panicked faces and incomplete armor, they only felt that the polarization was extremely serious.

"Compared to the regular monks' camp, we are simply a rabble."

"Hey, if you join the monk camp, can you receive any special tasks?"

"I don't know, but it's finally going to be a war, and I'm getting tired of doing chores for the past two days. After this battle, there should be a lot of casualties, let's see if we can add to that monk's camp. ”

In each army, there is a five-star Yuheng-level capital leader, and a team of 100-person elite monk battalions, all of which are composed of two-three-star or even four-star monks, which can ensure that after the formation is formed, it can also hold out for a short period of time in the face of the six-star Kaiyang.

As for the rest of the monks' camp, they are really all rangers, most of them have only received some simple exercises, and most of their strength is only one or two stars, and there are many civilians who are not monks.

After a brief exchange between several players.

At the end of the line of sight, a hundred-man team with armor different from Zheng Guo's army gradually appeared.

The first to rush to the front was a middle-aged general with a gun, there was no battle in front of the battle or shouting slogans such as the whole army attacking, the two sides encountered, and the two torrents collided directly together!

The middle-aged general and Chen Hai exchanged guns and knives, and the monks in the monk camp also shouted silently, fighting together around the two generals, and for a while, all kinds of holy souls collided, and the power of the holy souls drummed in the air!

The battle exploded so fast that players barely even reacted!

Or the surrounding 'rangers', wrapped in the players to the side!

Only then did they remember that the only tactic that Chen Hai had been emphasizing in the past two days was not the only tactic that the soldiers of the monk battalion needed to keep in mind: 'Kill those who rush into the formation of their own monk battalion from behind!' Find a way to disrupt the enemy's monk camp formation! ’

Several players looked at each other, nodded slightly, drew their swords, quickened their pace, and went from the position in the middle to the front in the 'Rangers', and began to charge!

Brush up on experience!

The closer you go, the more piercing the sound of weapons colliding and the screams of battle become, and the chaotic sound of the soldiers' blood is constantly boiling, and at the moment before the battle, there is a thin layer of blood mist pasted on the face! The brains of several players went blank as they did the same as ordinary soldiers, their mouths wide open, their faces hideous, and they roared silently!

Kill!!

Flesh and blood flying!

What sword scripture and sword scripture, what holy soul power and skills, all forgotten completely!

Only instinct remains!

Players can still spontaneously form a circle as planned, looking after each other's back, but as they fight, people continue to be cut and left behind!

The Seven Sages kept raising their knives and swinging their knives, blocking and slashing again, and in a trance, they saw a sergeant who seemed to have chatted with him and given him a task to be slashed by the enemy, and then his head cleared slightly, and he remembered to use the Holy Soul that had been reproduced from Xia Yi's body.

Break the kettle and start it!

Scarlet blood mist erupted from every pore of his sweat, and at the same time as his strength was great, his brain went blank again!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

I don't know how long the fight lasted, and the level of the Seven Sages increased by one level, but it didn't make him sober.

It wasn't until a sharp blade pierced him straight from behind him, and the sharp pain came, that he finally froze and turned his head stiffly.

Only then did it turn out that the player's companions had long since disappeared...... Is Uncle Lone going deeper?

No, it seems to be...... Are they all dead?

The enemy behind him drew his sword, and then slashed at his neck, and darkness was instantaneous in front of him.

[Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers,

Young man, please do it again. 】

[You can choose to resurrect immediately on the spot at the cost of five levels, or you can choose to resurrect at the nearest respawn point after one hour]

The system's prompt pulled the Seven Sages' brains out of their blank state.

After a moment of silence, the seven sages groaned twice in their hearts, and chose to go offline and wait for the resurrection.