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A group of Beichen cavalry galloped quickly on the dilapidated dirt road, one with a yellow package wrapped around his back, and the rest with a strict attitude of being ready to fight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The number of this cavalry is only a dozen people, but it is equipped with more than 30 war horses, and it can be said that it has reached a state where no one has three horses.

"Stop where you are, Lao Wang Xiaozhuang, the two of you will scout around, and the rest of us will immediately prepare for the sentry, let's take a rest" The cavalry officer at the beginning said a few words, and the cavalry quickly jumped off the horses.

The two soldiers immediately ran around, while the rest of the men first grabbed a handful of soybeans from the package and stuffed them into the horses' mouths. The war horse that ran all the way, seeing that it was so fine, swallowed it all in one bite and chewed it carefully. The three sentries were quickly distributed, and the remaining knights raised the fire and set up clay pots and pots on top of it. The water that has just been taken from the river must be boiled, otherwise I don't know if it will catch the disease.

This is still on the territory of the realm of the undead, but it has become an occupied area of the Beichen Army. But this cavalry still did not dare to be careless, not to mention the importance of the task they shouldered, and the undead who fled into the mountains and forests during the occupation alone did not know how many were few. Everything needs to be cautious for your own safety.

Boiling hot water, combined with the dry food in the package, is already a good delicacy for army soldiers who have been fighting all year round. At least there is hot water to drink, if it is in the camp, it is estimated that the brothers in the bloody battle can only gnaw on dry food, and there is no time to drink the water.

After about an hour, the cavalry officer stood up, beckoned his men to his surroundings, and jumped on his horse again

"Brothers, in another three hundred miles, we will be able to enter the country, and we will work hard to be able to return to our home tomorrow morning," the cavalry officer said loudly to his comrades behind him with a smile on his face.

"Roar, I can finally go home, I want to kill my mother-in-law," a bearded knight roared, and said without any scruples.

"Hey, old dog, you're not interesting enough. Our brothers have a mother-in-law for you, when will you let your daughter-in-law tell our brothers to say one," the knight next to him couldn't help but laugh and said.

"Haha, no problem. After I go back, I will tell the mother-in-law that when we return triumphantly, we will each have a beautiful lady to warm the quilt haha"

"Haha, that Lao Tzu has to live well"

Looking at the nonsense of his subordinates, the cavalry officer couldn't help but smile a little. Today is already the second day of my departure, and I set off the next morning after the night of the night before after the night attack of the undead army. Now, after running day and night, I am finally about to return to China. It's the last night's journey, and I can't be careless

Thinking of this, the officer couldn't help but touch the yellow package on his back with his hand, and then quickly whipped his horse and galloped away.

"Kill"

"Rolling stones, quickly throw them down for Lao Tzu, and smash them to death these dog-day skeletons" A general, covered in blood, beckoned his own soldiers, threw stones down the camp, and killed more than a dozen undead.

Then, the general, who had been stained red with his own blood, had just rested for a dozen breaths, picked up the short knife on the camp wall again, and roared towards the undead who rushed up.

More and more undead rushed up the camp wall along the mountain of bones that had been piled up as high as the camp wall. Millions of Allied soldiers kept stabbing out their weapons. Sometimes, in a crisis, many sword and shield soldiers throw down their weapons and huddle together, blocking the path of the undead, and the comrades behind them are the undead in front of the attackers. This effect is effective, but the cost is also significant. I don't know how many sword and shield soldiers were stabbed to death by countless bone knives through the cracks, and I don't know how many soldiers fell to the ground and died under the chopping of a group of undead.

This is the third day, and yesterday has just experienced a big battle, and the night has given the Allied soldiers a good rest. But early this morning, the undead all poured out of the camp again, and killed them in their side. It's been a few hours since morning, and it's almost time for lunch. This time period is the most intense period of battle, and a few hours of fighting is enough to make the elite soldiers fall into madness, and the death of their comrades makes more Allied soldiers become fearless of death

The archers remained hiding under the camp wall and fired at the outside of the camp wall. They couldn't see what was going on above the camp wall, they only knew that they needed to shoot as much as they could outside the camp about a hundred paces. Only the more enemies you shoot, the more you can attack, the undead army can attack the camp with less intensity. After a few days, the archers were already a little overwhelmed. Never before had a battle been so intense, and in the face of an enemy army that was also human, it was impossible for an archer to encounter a battle of this intensity again.

For three days and one night, each archer shot three or four hundred arrows. On average, they reach one hundred and twenty per day, and fortunately they don't use a strong bow, but an eight-bucket bow. But even so, more than 100 arrows a day are not something that ordinary people can resist. Many of the archers' arms were swollen, and the only time they had to rest was spent kneading them.

But now, the battle is so fierce that they can't retreat at all, the comrades in front need their own support, and the undead who rush to the camp wall without the support of their own people will only be more. An exhausted archer once again put an arrow on the bow, gritted his teeth and pulled the bow in his hand with all his might, shooting towards the sky in front of him.

Of the Allied army of 22 million, there are now more than 4 million dead and a million wounded. Among them, the elite more than 10 million regular troops, because they had been carrying the attack of the undead army for the previous two days, suffered the greatest casualties. Of the 4 million soldiers killed, 3 million were elite soldiers from both countries. And today is the first battle between the 10 million militia and the undead soldiers, who originally thought that they could only hold out for a while, they didn't know what gunpowder they ate, and each one was crazier than the other. In just one morning, there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers killed, but the army of the undead had never gained a foothold on the camp wall.

This was beyond Yue Fei's expectations, in Yue Fei's heart, these folk men who had not been trained for a long time at all, it was enough to be able to block the army of the undead for three or two hours. Two hours is enough time for the elite soldiers who have experienced two days of bloody battles to have a good rest. It can be said that as long as the current Minfu army can't resist a little, Yue Fei will not hesitate to put the elite army into the battlefield again.

It's just that these folk men gave Yue Fei a surprise.

It's been four hours, and it's almost five hours, but these recruits who have just come into contact with the war have stubbornly blocked the attack of the army of the undead. The morale of the undead army has dropped, and the combat effectiveness has dropped due to three consecutive days of fighting, these are all reasons. However, we still have to praise these soldiers who have just entered the battlefield. Maybe on the first day of the bloody battle, they vomited so much that they couldn't even straighten their waists, but now they can officially face death.

For every undead soldier who rushes up, one or two soldiers immediately rush up to block the undead soldier. Although the Allies lost the advantage of the camp wall, the army of the undead still did not have much success in these two days.

Time passed little by little, and the battle was still blazing. It's just that, looking at the army of the undead under his command, still blocked by the Allied soldiers on the camp wall, Arthas couldn't help but sigh.

The Han nationality is indeed a human nation based on 5,000 years, and it is really powerful. Although the undead race has a history of tens of thousands of years, in comparison, tens of thousands of years have not allowed the undead to surpass the human race. However, in the face of the Western world and the Templar humans, the army of the undead was not afraid at all, and those humans could not resist the impact of the tens of millions of undead under their command. Now, the sea of the undead, which he has been fighting for a hundred times, has finally met his opponent.

With only 20 million enemy troops, they blocked the attack of their own 60 million undead seas. Arthas naturally knew how big the gap of 40 million was, but with such a large numerical advantage, he couldn't win quickly. It's been three days, and under the onslaught of three consecutive days, the undead army, which was originally as high as 60 million, has only 42 million left, with an average loss of 8 million per day, which makes Arthas a little confused.

Yes, the losses on the first day were too great. Under his carelessness, he didn't expect that the allies actually laid an ambush, and a fire instantly engulfed more than seven million of his subordinates. After 100 days of fierce fighting, more than 3 million people were killed, including more than 300,000 soldiers of the White Jade Legion. The night attack at night, I really shouldn't be. In a night attack, he actually lost four million of his subordinates for no apparent reason, which made the always cold Arthas twitch the corners of his mouth and almost scolded.

The next two days were better, and the Allied forces had greatly reduced their combat effectiveness under continuous fighting. He lost only more than 4 million soldiers in two days, while the Allies suffered nearly 3 million casualties. With such a match, it is only a matter of time before you win. Now, although the army still has not entered the Allied camp. However, the casualties of a million soldiers in exchange for more than 600,000 casualties of the Allies were enough.

If it continues to be consumed like this, sooner or later these 20 million Allied soldiers will be consumed by their own army

"Withdraw troops back to camp"

A whining sound sounded, and the army of the undead, who were storming the Allied camp wall, immediately receded like a tide.

The Allied soldiers on the camp wall immediately burst into cheers, and immediately began to rest. Watching this kind of battle with tens of millions of troops participating in the battle in the past two days has already let these recruits know what to do after they fight. There was only dry food in the package around his waist, which did not taste very good, but it was a delicacy for a soldier who had been fighting all morning. During the daytime fighting, the food was very poor, and only the dry food around the waist was enough to eat. But the meal in the evening was very good, with meat and soup.

Every soldier who fought was looking forward to the coming of night, and the thought of being able to eat meat and drink soup at night made many soldiers feel great relief in their hearts.

A veteran carried buckets of boiling water mixed with salt up the camp wall, and the group of recruits still didn't understand. Didn't they see the salt in the wrap around their waists, maybe they felt that eating salt directly was salty, and they would be thirsty. But they didn't know how important this salt was after the battle.

"Puff, why are you so idle," the two young recruits cursed as they spat out the salt water they had poured into their mouths.

"Bang Bang" two slaps suddenly called out on the helmet of the recruit's egg.

The recruit saw that it was the veteran who had a stump and a broken arm the day before yesterday and sewed up the corpse.

"You two little guys are still disgusted and drink quickly," the veteran looked up at the two bastard recruits, and was furious. These two guys just sprayed themselves directly, and they were really unlucky.

"Hey, why are you two boys, hehe, we're really destined" After reading it, the veteran immediately remembered the young man who spit out the waist of a horse shrimp next to him the day before yesterday.

One of the recruits, Danzi, said very dissatisfiedly: "Uncle, why do you give us salt water to drink." I was thirsty to death after a morning of fighting, and I was even thirstier with salt water."

"Oh, you guys, you're still a young fighter" The veteran sighed, found a place to squat, and continued: "You know the salt in the package around your waist, it's specially prepared for us after the battle. Especially in preparation for the continuous attack of the enemy, there will be a lot of big battles. This salt is what it does, and if you eat some salt for a while, your body won't be too weak when you fight in the afternoon. Fight a few more battles and the two of you will understand"

"Well, there's something else to say" The two recruits naturally listened to the veterans honestly. There is no reason, it is just because the person in front of him is a veteran who has been fighting for seven or eight years, and he knows more than himself.

"Uncle, when will we have to fight this battle?"

"What do you think about your mother-in-law?"

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"Don't think about it, fight hard and try to survive. The war will soon be over, and victory will always be ours"

After the veteran finished speaking, he picked up a bucket full of salt water and walked towards the recruit next to him.

After resting for more than two hours, a burst of drums suddenly sounded above the camp wall

Immediately, an officer kicked the sleeping soldier awake with his stinky feet. While carrying it, he shouted loudly: "Hurry up, the undead are coming, give me the mission to kill"

The battle began again

Under the scorching sun, the smoke of war rises, and this war does not know when it will end

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