The battle continues.

Although the death of the short swordsman made the opponent more powerful, he was not the true leader of this group of soldiers after all. Before receiving a new instruction from the middle-aged scribe who had been hiding in the dense forest until now, they could only continue to hold on.

But it's clear that they won't last long. After Fang Yan shot the short swordsman with an "arrow" and completely liberated Chen Wu's combat power, the victory scale of the situation in the field was already inexorably tilting towards the side of the dart team.

Seeing that the situation in the field had been grasped by everyone in the dart team, Fang Yan did not continue to shoot.

However, after the previous shock, the existence of Fang Yan and the arrow in his hand that was playing with his fingertips had become the biggest threat in the other party's heart.

With this kind of terrifying master who doesn't know when he can easily take his name in the presence of the enemy, the morale of the soldiers on the enemy side is falling again and again.

Morale is a thing that is more important in a battlefield with more people and a larger scale, and it is often that as long as one or two people hesitate in battle because of the loss of morale, it will easily infect a large group of companions around them.

Like now.

After recovering from the shock of the dialect, the middle-aged scribe quickly noticed the change in the situation.

The middle-aged scribe, who knew that this mission had completely failed, forcibly suppressed the bitterness and unwillingness in his heart, reached out and took out a signal command representing the retreat order from his arms, lit the fuse, and sent it to the sky.

"Whoa—"

The pale green flare was not very conspicuous in the sunlight, but the familiar sound lifted the spirits of the remaining soldiers in the field.

They finally got what they wanted!

Remove!

It is worthy of being an elite soldier who has been on the battlefield, although it is a retreat, but it is still orderly.

It was just a break time, except for a team composed of three soldiers, who really couldn't get out because of Chen Wu's entanglement, the rest of the soldiers relied on the power of the battle formation to successfully get out of the battle.

Of course, they also paid a lot of money for it.

Seeing that the enemy was about to escape, the men in the dart team were willing to let go of this opportunity, but unfortunately there was indeed a certain gap between their overall strength and those soldiers, and there were no long-range attack weapons such as bows and crossbows in their hands.

In the end, except for the three soldiers who were entangled by Chen Wu, only less than a handful of enemies were successfully left behind, while the remaining soldiers successfully broke away from the occupation and retreated into the dense forest.

Don't enter the forest!

Looking at the backs of those who had disappeared in the dark forest, the men couldn't help but look at each other.

Although the dart masters were very unwilling, in the face of the tradition of "Feng Lin Mo Enter", which has been passed down on the road for thousands of years, they still subconsciously stopped and did not continue to chase.

After all, a special environment like a dense forest is really too easy to set up an ambush. Especially as their opponents are a group of real military people.

No one knows if these soldiers have left any back-up in advance on their retreat routes, and have set up any traps.

Everyone in the dart team traveled north and south, and they were no strangers to the environment of the forest, but after all, they were dart masters and not hunters, and they did not have any more advantages than ordinary people in the forest.

Chen Wu was very unwilling, the first time he was alone in charge of the dart, he encountered this level of attack, which made him already have a breath of anger in his heart, and now he urgently needs to find a target and use their blood to vent it.

But as the head of the dart, he needs to be responsible for the brothers of the dart team and the dart box on the carriage, and he can't blindly put his brothers' lives in danger in order to vent his anger.

"Whew~"

With a deep sigh, Chen Wu turned around and walked back to clean up the mess after looking at the direction in which the enemy had disappeared with complicated eyes.

Many dart masters have hung up their colors in the battle just now, and if they are not dealt with in time, it is easy to have problems in this hot weather.

"It's a pity ......"

On the side of the convoy, Xiao Liu, who was beside Fang Yan, also sighed, and it was a pity that he didn't leave all the enemies.

However, after seeing a group of wounded people walking towards the convoy, Xiao Liu quickly walked out of these emotions.

It is more important to save the lives of your brothers than to hunt down the enemy.

The middle-aged scribe hidden in the dense forest, after sending the retreat signal, did not stay where he was, but followed the route planned before the operation, and quickly ran to the predetermined meeting place first.

It is also thanks to the habit he developed when he marched in the past, leaving himself a way out no matter what the situation, which makes him not so flustered now.

However, the middle-aged scribe really didn't think about it, just attacking an ordinary dart team would force him to use this retreat, which made his mood complicated.

It didn't take long for the remaining soldiers to finally arrive at the meeting place and gather around the middle-aged scribe.

After counting the number of people, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This mission was doomed, and if the strength of his soldiers was too great, he would have to shed a layer of skin when he returned, if not dead.

The power of the army is not something that anyone can call on casually!

Although the boss of the middle-aged scribe has a lot of influence in the military, it is still a big sin to transfer the army without getting the warrant of the emperor!

"Let's go......"

The middle-aged scribe took a deep look at the direction of the dart team with complicated eyes, and then turned his head to the soldiers beside him and commanded.

Humen Dart Bureau, he wrote down the name!

And what was also deeply remembered by the middle-aged scribe in the bottom of his heart was the elegant figure in a Taoist robe.

……

For the actions of the middle-aged scribe, the dialect can be said to be included from beginning to end, but since Chen Wu and they don't seem to have the intention of pursuing it, the dialect will naturally not be troublesome.

Although it was a pity for him to lose a good opportunity to show his strength, when Chen Wu returned to the carriage with a bunch of wounded people, Fang Yan's eyes lit up again.

"Dao Chief, thank you so much for your help this time, Chen Wu and the brothers, I am really grateful!"

Chen Wu walked up to Fang Yan and bowed deeply, his face full of gratitude.

In this battle, although Fang Yan only shot once, he was undoubtedly the biggest contributor to the final victory. And strictly speaking, dialect can be regarded as Chen Wu's life-saving benefactor. If it weren't for Fang Yan's move, Chen Wu might really have died under the combined attack of the short swordsman and a few soldiers.

"No need to be polite, you better deal with the injuries on your body quickly."

With an indifferent smile on his face, he looked like a Taoist master in dialect, and he coped with the thanks of Chen Wu and others.