The guard was taken aback, and reacted quickly, he also knew who the person who patted him on the shoulder, but there was no trace of unhappiness. They are Lu Shuai's personal guards, and their status may be much higher than that of the soldiers in the death camp, but this does not affect the fact that the guards regard them as their own people, because they are only responsible for guarding Lu Shuai's safety, and they rarely have the opportunity to fight, and the death camp has become their dream place. If they didn't have the identity of the guards, the place they chose to go was also a death battalion, this battalion that dared to fight!

Standing beside him, the words he had just heard were exactly the same as the tone of the previous laughter master, that is, the captain of the death battalion, Li Qianjun! There are many arrogant soldiers in the death camp, and their combat effectiveness is one of the best, and at the same time, with this ability, they are unruly! Being able to lead them steadily, I have to say that Li Qianjun is not an ordinary person, and even the guards don't think they can subdue all the soldiers in the death camp. Because most of these people are thorns in the army, even their previous current officials can't control them, so they will be put in the death camp.

If those centurions and the captains of the battalions could control these people a little, they would not have thrown them into the death camp. In the army, the heaviest warrior! It is conceivable that these current officials who chose to remove the warriors from their command would not have made this decision unless they had to, but they still made it, because they couldn't control it at all!

"How dare those crumbs come?" Voices rang out in the mist, like bells.

"My ten jars of wine, a hundred dollars!" There was a sense of grief in the voice, and it quickly turned into a voice full of anger, "They still dare to come? Grandma's, if you don't peel and cramp this group of people, I'm not Zheng Tu! ”

"Hehe, Zheng Tu, don't be too angry, after all, people have good fortune and misfortune, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, it must be your bad luck to encounter this fog!" Someone replied that the voice was gloomy.

"Anyway, your arrow must have been shot crooked, and our gamble will be over! But I really have to thank the gods and ghosts of the yellow turbans, so I'm going to make it difficult for them to die with less pain. ”

"Bullshit!"

There was a burst of laughter, and one can imagine how chaotic the death camp in the fog is now, and there is not even a trace of the serious tension before the war. But as he spoke, what was transmitted was the sound of fast-moving footsteps, and the fog of the entire death camp was stirred, and some of the current situation could be vaguely seen.

The soldiers in the death camp had quickly gathered together, and in the midst of the footsteps, four military formations appeared. The soldiers in the front formation, all of them holding spears in their hands, as the first phalanx to come into contact with the enemy, all they need is to resist the onslaught of the enemy. At the same time, the waist knife hanging from the waist also allows them to change weapons at any time and tear apart the enemy's formation.

On the left and right wings, there are all kinds of weapons, there are long soldiers, there are short soldiers, there are connecting rod broadswords, there are spears, there are short swords, and even daggers. As for the phalanx in the middle, it was also full of spears, and it was also carrying a full quiver and a bow on its back. All they had to do was support the other soldiers and guard behind them to ensure that they were not attacked.

In the middle of the phalanx, a flag was raised by a big man, who waved the flag, stirred the mist, fluttered the flag, and hunted. On the top of the banner are tattooed two huge words, dare to die! And on the back of the flag, there are two words of daring to fight!

This flag is the battalion flag of the death battalion, and the dare on it is to die! Dare to fight! These are the four most appropriate words after the military soul of the death battalion is condensed.

The flag was a little tattered, and it was dirty, and there were many broken places on it, and many small holes were torn open. There are also small irregular holes, and next to the small holes are some black-brown marks that have been burned, and the edges are also curled by burning.

It's a broken camp flag, and anyone who sees it at first glance will find it a little ridiculous. Just because a flag represents the soul of an army in the army, and it is even more cohesive than the commander, because it is impossible for all the soldiers of the commander to see him, but the military flag can be seen by everyone.

Since ancient times, many battles have been fought with less to win, and many of them have been killed by surprise attacks, or the commander's flag has fallen, resulting in a series of reactions, like dominoes being overturned.

The military flag of the death battalion, when viewed from a distance, gives people a crumbling feeling. Coupled with such a devastation, it is like a defeated army fleeing in a hurry after being defeated. If it is in the army, such a military flag will undoubtedly not be able to boost the morale of the soldiers, but this is not the flag of the Chinese army, UU read the book .et It is the battalion flag of the death battalion!

The red background of the flag has become extremely dull, showing a dark red color, full of the rust left behind by the rust. If you look closely, you can see that this dark red color is deep in some places, and mottled in others, like a child's random paint.

On the flag, that's blood, blood. After being soaked in fresh blood, it has been naturally dried over time, which is why it has become the color it is today. Since the establishment of the camp for more than a month, the death battalion has experienced thirteen small battles and four major battles, each of which must be the first.

This banner has fallen several times, burned by fire, torn by weapons, and repaired. The rusty dark red on the top was soaked in blood when the banner fell, and there were both enemies and sergeants in the death camp, and the most kind of talent was accumulated into this unassuming color. Even the most tightly protected flag bearers have all died four, and the current big man is the fifth.

The commander of the battalion and the captain also died in battle, and he was bloody on the battlefield, and now Li Qianjun is the third. As for the soldiers in the battalion, they don't know how many people died, they were added one after another, and they died in battle one after another, this is the fate of the soldiers in the death battalion.

"All of them, follow me and move forward!" Li Qianjun roared, his feet stepped heavily on the ground, he held a chicken leg in one hand, and ran forward while eating.

The routes out of the camp were all in his memory, so getting out of the camp was nothing to him. The scattered footsteps behind the back, in the chaos, gradually become uniform, is the rhythm of the beating heart.

The banner has fallen many times, tinkered with, and still stands. And they will continue to fight until the moment of death.

(End of chapter)