The first-order mustache dog was simply a local chicken tile dog in front of Fang Fan, and a big gun was brandished, setting off a bloody storm in the mustache dog group.

It didn't take long for the bearded dog to be killed directly, surrounding Fang Fan, hunched over, bared his teeth and roared, not daring to step forward.

"Hmph."

Fang Fan snorted coldly and rushed over, the red-dyed spear exuded a bloodthirsty glow, adding a dark battle armor, making Fang Fan look like a killing god in the world, and a brave man.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Fang Fan heard a miserable scream, swept away the mustache dog in front of him, and turned his head to look.

A squad of spearmen was caught by the deadly mustache dog, and the two-meter-long spear had no strength at all, so it could only retreat step by step, scarred and bloody, and it looked like it was about to die under the mustache dog's mouth.

"Livestock, look for death!"

Fang Fan burst into a shout, turned around, bowed his waist, and with a loud explosion, a big gun shot out.

Burst!

Accurately nailed the mustached dog to the ground, broke it in two, and was no longer alive.

Fang Fan swept his left hand, the heavy gauntlet made the face of the mustache dog crooked, the broken teeth flew, and his right hand instantly pulled out the iron knife on his waist, cutting it in two.

At this time, Fang Fan realized that although he, Dian Wei, and a few people who had comprehended the battle visualization were slaughtering in all directions in the mustache dog group, the situation was still not optimistic.

There are only a few mustache dogs that they can kill, and most of them are besieging others.

And the spearman only has a long spear in his hand, and if he is negligent, if he is close to the mustache dog, he will lose most of his combat power.

Now, all in the bearded dog's aggressive nature is losing ground.

With their current marksmanship, it is impossible to defend against the mustache dogs without leaks, let alone besieged by groups of mustache dogs from all sides.

Fang Fan casually swept away a mustache dog, his brows furrowed.

"No, the strength of the mustache dog group is similar to that of the spear brigade, or even higher, but why did it end up in this situation?

Not to mention that he didn't leave a piece of armor to kill, at least he should be evenly matched. ”

"Village chief, these mustache dogs are too ferocious, they are not afraid of death, and the brothers will not be able to withstand it."

Suddenly, Fang Fan heard Lin Dong shouting, he was holding a spear, his body exuded the fluctuation of aura, and he easily picked and killed a mustache dog and saved a person.

"Murderous? Experienced in combat? Is this the cause of defeat? Fang Fan muttered, "Fuck it, under normal circumstances, humans can't beat a group of animals?" Destroy them in minutes. ”

Suddenly, Fang Fan was stunned.

"I'm brain-dead, we're human, I'm an army, a well-trained army, not a rabble, and I'm actually letting them fight alone?

Give him a system, and really treat him as a game. ”

"The second, third, fourth, and fifth squads of the spearmen, all of them moved closer to Dian Wei and rushed behind him!

The sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth squads of the spearmen gather at me and charge with me! Fang Fan shouted loudly.

"Yes!"

As soon as they heard Fang Fan's order, everyone completed the assembly at a terrifying speed, and the whole team was formed.

In the process, Fang Fan only saw the starlight flickering in the visualization map.

"All of them, kill them with me!" Fang Fan picked up the big gun and roared forward.

"Kill!"

The spearmen followed closely behind Fang Fan according to the array they usually trained, and Fang Fan easily made a gap in the group of mustache dogs, and then, the gap was quickly broken, and one by one the mustache dogs were killed in the air, and they became the souls of the guns.

At the end of Lingyi, Dian Wei held two wrought iron halberds and rushed to kill in the group of mustache dogs, his face covered with blood, looking extremely hideous, just like the ancient gods and demons fighting in the world.

The evil of the ancients is coming!

Suddenly, Fang Fanhao laughed loudly: "Kill, kill, kill!! ”

I don't know how long it took, the mustache dog let out a whimper and tried to escape, but under the resistance of the wall, they were killed one after another, even the second-order peak mustache dog that was deeply hidden in the ordinary mustache dog was Fang Fan Dianwei and the two of them joined forces and beat them to death.

Fang Fan stood firm, wiped a handful of blood from his face, looked at the flesh and blood on the ground, and coughed a somewhat hoarse throat.

"Tap, there is no death, there is a dead voice."

"The second team is all alive."

"The three teams didn't die."

"Four teams as above."

"The five teams felt they were right."

"I think the five teams and the four teams are right."

.........

Hearing the number of squad leaders reporting one by one, Fang Fan grinned and said hoarsely: "Very good, we have wiped out all the mustache dogs, and there are no casualties!" ”

"Hahahaha."

Everyone burst out laughing.

"Here, I have good news for you." Fang Fan said in a hoarse voice, and everyone was waiting eagerly.

"Next, increase the training of battle formations, such as cone formations, fish scale formations, goose marching formations, etc., everyone is not happy!"

The expression gradually froze, and everyone looked at Fang Fan for a long time before a sentence slowly came out.

"Are you the devil?"

Fang Fan grinned: "If you have an opinion, it can be." ”

Fang Fan wasn't joking, just now, he finally understood and understood the combat methods of the Cold Weapon Era.

It's not a one-man affair, and it's not something that can be solved at the push of a button.

The method also clarified the role played by the Titans in the cold weapon war, and understood the importance of the battle array.

Just like today, it is clear that his strength is far superior to that of the mustache dog, but why did he fight so hard before? And the back is directly crushed without injury?

Because, before that, they were nothing more than an ordinary person, an individual, an individual with weapons.

Even if you are strong, you can't influence others.

And in the back, they formed a huge whole, the strength of all was condensed, the powerful generals broke through in front, one was unstoppable, and the whole army was unstoppable!

This is the gap, so you can directly crush the mustache dogs to death in a dignified manner.

This is just a chaotic group fight of a group of people, if the military formation is formed, it will simply be replaced with a cone formation, and the breakthrough and killing ability will go to a new level.

At this time, a person in the barracks had already come out, cleaning up the battlefield, cleaning up the blood, mobile phone beast souls, collecting corpses, decomposing, everything was so orderly and extremely comfortable to watch.

In addition, there were girls with towels and water to the soldiers, helping them wipe the blood on their faces, uncover their leather armor, and wipe their wounds.

Looking at the hideous wounds, their faces turned a little pale, but they still gently cleaned the wounds.

At this moment, they no longer had a trace of resentment.

They built walls, they built houses, they dug canals, and they even cooked food for the soldiers.

But what did these soldiers do? Eat and drink well every day, and then stand there and cultivate?

After cultivating, go out and take a walk around again, and easily get back a few mutant beasts?

What did they do besides? Why are they so comfortable, and we have to be tired to death?

And at this moment, I finally knew what they had done, and the resentment in my heart drifted away with the wind, looking at the hideous wounds, the grinning warriors, the frayed skin of the palms, and the flesh and blood that were exposed seemed to be insignificant.