Players in Australia couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere of the battlefield, so they chose to sacrifice their lives to strike, roaring one by one, wielding all kinds of strangely shaped weapons, and killing the enemy formation.

The evil on the other side came to see it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When fighting in groups, there is a good saying, called "those who are horizontal are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying". The current Australian players are such a group of crazy people who don't want to die.

Hateful is not worried at all, but happy.

Because this is a battlefield, not a chaotic battle between rogue ruffians. On the battlefield, the most important thing is not madness, but calmness, as cold as steel, and not messing around, in order to win.

The Australian players rushed over like mad dogs, without array, without cooperation, and in front of the Janissaline who were waiting for them, they were a group of mobs wielding knives, forks and clubs, and there was no threat.

"A rookie is a rookie!"

With the order of evil, the Praetorian Guard formation, which had been standing still, began to rumble into operation, like a sophisticated killing machine, without a trace of the rushing enemies into the encirclement.

Once an Australian player is under siege, there is no life or death.

Encirclement, like giant gears, bite each other, constantly advancing towards the front line, and the Australian players on the opposite side are also as expected, a steady stream of killing.

As a large number of players died, the smell of blood wafted through the battlefield, becoming more and more intense.

The smell of blood further irritated Australian players to plunge into the war one by one, trying to burst out with the last bright light.

Beneath the light, there is also darkness.

Some of these players couldn't stand the atmosphere of the battlefield and ran away.

Of the 100,000 vanguard troops of the Canberra army, 70,000 were combat players, and the Guy players were the most active and aggressive, so they were the first to arrive on the battlefield.

The war began at half-past four in the afternoon, and it was not until the sun set and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the blood-stained wilderness that the main Canberra army could reach the battlefield.

What appeared in front of them was a purgatory scene.

More than half of the 100,000 vanguard troops were killed or wounded under the strangulation of the Great Xia Guards, and the rest were either captured or fled into the wilderness and disappeared into the vast wilderness.

On the battlefield where corpses are strewn all over the field, there are neighing horses and faint crying.

It was the survivor who fought to the end, and in the face of the devastated battlefield and the disparity in the results, the surviving players only felt helplessness and pain like an abyss.

"I can't win." They are desperate.

"How so?!"

The main force of Canberra, who rushed over, was also in disbelief, and with awe, even some fear, they looked at the Great Xia Forbidden Army that had re-arrayed on the opposite side, and their hearts were cold.

The casualties of the Great Xia Forbidden Army were negligible, and the Xuantie armor had been dyed with a layer of bright red, only the tip of the spear was still cold and clear, and there was no blood.

Endless murderous aura condenses over the battlefield and competes with the sunset.

"Goo-dong!"

Someone swallowed unconsciously, trying to relieve the tension.

According to the original plan of the main force, the 100,000 vanguard troops were not used to engage the enemy army now, but their task was to set up camp and establish a stronghold not far from the enemy army.

Who would have thought that the vanguard troops would be so useless, and before the main force arrived, they were already defeated.

"What now?"

The generals looked at each other, seeing that night was approaching, but they had no place to stay in the wilderness, and hundreds of thousands of troops walked for most of the day, without even having the opportunity to stop and rest and eat some dry food.

"Retreat five miles and set up camp." So the general ordered.

The military order of the leading general is still very wise, and now that the sky is about to be dark, and the army is tired and demoralized, it is really not suitable to take the initiative to start a big war, so the only way to recuperate and recharge is to rest all night, and fight again tomorrow.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated the reaction of the troops.

The 400,000-strong army, full of enthusiasm and mustering the last shred of courage, slaughtered the enemy camp in a mighty manner, intending to crush the enemy.

Who would have thought that as soon as he arrived at the battlefield, he would suffer a heavy blow, and his fiery mind would sober up.

The confrontation made the soldiers feel a lot of pressure, and if they launched an attack, they might be able to muster up the courage to make a last-ditch effort.

However, what he waited for was the order to retreat.

Just imagine, the 400,000 army, spread out on the wilderness, is like a black curtain, dense, with no end in sight, and the forbidden army of the royal city and the combat players basically account for half and are intertwined with each other.

The order to withdraw the army from the front becomes the rear army, and the rear army becomes the front army.

The "front army", which was under the greatest pressure, had to continue to endure oppression and stand still. The troops behind retreated to the road in an uproar, and the one who went was called fast.

This force instinctively did not want to face such a group of evil stars as the Great Xia Praetorian Guard.

Because I was afraid, I walked faster and faster.

The usual retreat gradually evolved into a trot, followed by a fast run. Historically, the scene when the Battle of Weishui took place in the former Qin army was repeated in the Australian battlefield thousands of miles away.

The rear army is running faster and faster!

The one who ran at the front was already beyond the five-mile range, and he was still subconsciously running forward.

The chain effect formed by this is that the front army has become agitated, and the eyes of some soldiers are already wandering, and their feet are also secretly moving back.

No one wants to be at the forefront.

This seemingly subtle move finally led to a big riot.

Someone takes the lead, someone must follow suit, and the front army troops retreated as a whole very tacitly, and at first they were just like a little daughter-in-law, quietly lifting one foot and closing one foot.

When I got to the back, I was already sprinting away.

By the time the leading general found out that something was wrong and wanted to stop the front army from retreating, it was too late.

Not to mention the small soldiers, even the generals in the army are also retreating, who can accept the new military order now, and besides, they are retreating, and they are also carrying out the "military order".

When I think about it this way, I feel more at ease withdrawing.

In less than half an hour, the 400,000 army was like dominoes, quickly retreating, and it was going faster and faster, and the more and more unruly.

The whole formation has become a mess.

The evil on the other side came to see him, and he keenly caught the fighter, and he looked up at the sunset on the horizon, only to see that most of the sun was still exposed outside the sunset, and it did not completely fall into the sky.

Depending on the situation, it will be at least an hour before it gets dark.

"An hour, that's enough!"

Evil is also a decisive person, after communicating with Shi Hu, with an order, the Great Xia Forbidden Army, which had been standing still and secretly resting, began to operate again.

This movement is a thunderstorm, like a strong wind, like a tsunami......