It was nearly noon when the red cuckoo arrived at the site of the battlefield.

She was joined by nearly six hundred sisters from all regiments and teams, plus two hundred prisoners. Most of the members of this mixed team are foot soldiers, and apart from the manpower brought by the red cuckoo, there are very few female samurai who can fight.

The priest who accompanied the team only made a brief consolation gesture, and the procession began in a hurry. There are two reasons for such a hurry. First, collecting the bodies of one's comrades-in-arms is not a pleasant thing after all. The second was that there were only five hours left before dark, and they had to return to the other side of the border before midnight.

The men and women were divided into six groups, five of which were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield. Each group lined up in a straggler's line, keeping a distance from each other, and patrolled the ruins in turn, as if the policemen of industrial civilization were collecting physical evidence at the murder scene outside.

Group A's task is relatively easy, just to check the pile of dead people for breath. When he found that it was a woman, he called the priest of group B to heal her, and when he saw that it was a man, he took a stick. Group C was responsible for retrieving weapons, and the swords, spears and arrows were all-encompassing, and even the throwing stones used for the slings did not fall. Group D is the hardest part, bowing and saluting before collecting each of their own remains, and reciting the words in pieces after they are done.

"Rest in peace, my sister, may the grace of the Lord God be guided by your soul to the Promised Land on the other side."

In contrast, the members of Group E were all strolls, following closely behind the subgroup of captives, supervising their stuffing of men's corpses into their personal spaces. The female warrior exchanged her head to the sound of the warbler, and from time to time pointed at the male carcass in front of her. A few people even walked over their heads, simply walking side by side with the male footmen, rubbing their hands up and down with their oil.

The red cuckoo was a little annoyed. It's not that she doesn't like the behavior of her colleagues, in fact she is very open to men and women, and in this she has the opposite attitude of her boss. Hongjuan was annoyed that he couldn't complete the captain's instructions, and thought that cleaning the battlefield would be a matter of finding each family and picking up their own waste, but he didn't expect it to be the current way of operation. Efficient is efficient, and the plan to prioritize finding and collecting the dead of their own family has also been ruined.

'Attention of the three regiments and six teams, attention of the three regiments and six teams, here are the red cuckoos, report on the progress of their respective searches. ’

The team members replied one after another on the telepathic channel she had established. The result of the summary of the information is very succinct: the dead of Team 6 have not yet been found. The fifty-three people who couldn't get out of touch are still missing, including the captain and the head of the regiment who can't forget Sister Li.

As soon as he thought of the regiment commander, the scene of yesterday's battle appeared in front of Hongjuan's eyes again.

The situation was extremely critical, and the men rushed out of their formation several times, only to be blocked back by the three regiments that acted as firefighting teams. The two sides fought fiercely for half a day and refused to give in to each other. Just when Hongjuan and his teammates were slightly relieved that they had succeeded in recovering the defensive line again, the bad news came that the Chinese army was unstable.

Two trumpets sounded on the opposite side, signaling that the enemy was about to launch an attack with all its reserves.

'Hold your posts! Until you die in battle or someone takes your place! The regimental commander shouted telepathically, and then she appointed an adjutant to act as the commander, and she went to the Chinese army alone.

Next, the sky is dark.

Seeing that one of the captives had slowed down, the red cuckoo reversed the stone spear and rushed up with a poke.

"Hurry up, bed bugs! Otherwise, they will poke you with the pointed end. ”

Red Juan was a veteran of four battles of divine will, but she couldn't remember any time that was as tragic as this one. The men all seemed to have turned into crazy monsters, the front row being pierced, and the back row stepping on their arched backs and leaping into the women's spear array. She even saw a madman take down a female warrior and commit violence on the spot, regardless of the fighting around her. The woman's cry mingled with the man's laughter, and was finally ended by a wooden spear.

By the time reinforcements from the Fourth Regiment and the Elite Regiment arrived, Hongjuan and Yunhe were covered in blood, and they couldn't tell which was their own and which was the enemy's. They entrusted the other two wounded members to the priest, took turns pouring water bladders in their hands, and returned to the fight.

"Attention! All of them, half an hour off! Free and easy movement is allowed. ”

The red cuckoo sat down, and a footman walked up to her, took out firewood, hay, and tunnelstones, and lit a bonfire to provide energy for the weary samurai.

Those men were truly heroic. The red cuckoo continued to recall, and some of them were surrounded. Faced with a tidal wave, they did not choose to surrender, but fought back to back with the women in groups of two or three to fight spears. Red Juan vividly remembers a man who kept throwing stones at her, until she stabbed her in the lower abdomen with a sharp wooden stick, and he still stubbornly reached out and grabbed her throat.

Thinking of this, Hongjuan involuntarily touched her neck. Fortunately, Yunhe was by his side at the time, otherwise I might have died at his hands.

The men's regimental commanders weren't very lucky. Hongjuan saw that he had cut down the two female warriors of the elite group one after another, and he didn't want to fight with the third person for only five or six rounds, and something flew out of the pile, and the man covered his right wrist and screamed loudly, and was finally rescued by his subordinates.

There was a groan, and the red cuckoo turned his head to see several samurai who had openly made out with the captives before lying comfortably on the ground, enjoying the man's massage. The ecstasy and bone-destroying appearance made even the red cuckoo, which had always been open, a little unbearable. It's really a prodigal hoof, no wonder the captain hates this kind of woman the most. She thought indignantly, trying her best to get rid of the jealousy in her heart.

Where did I just think of it?

Oh yes, we won this battle of divine will. The commander ordered the whole army to pursue, and the women chased twenty kilometers in one go, until nightfall, when the remaining men had a chance to escape.

Later, Hongjuan learned that it was her regimental leader who played a key role in their victory.

The whole trap is linked one by one, and the boss first creates the illusion that the Chinese army is collapsing and lures men to attack. Then the Chinese army retreated step by step under the onslaught, enduring the great damage inflicted by the man's third-order samurai. With the precise judgment and command of the manager, they successfully held off the enemy and bought time for the flanks to outflank.

It's a risky move, and luckily it works.

The enemy commander tried to organize a breakthrough, but before the order was issued, Yao Yun had already killed. She single-handedly killed more than a dozen second-order samurai and fought with the enemy commander. Momoki took the opportunity to lead the samurai of the Fourth Regiment to force their way in, cutting off the connection between the Men's Guards Regiment and the main force. When the opponent's command was completely out of order, Du Yun also appeared in front of the enemy commander.

is also a third-order samurai, with two against one, and the victory or defeat is divided.

'Why, can you hear me?' I'm a Grey Falcon. ’

Red Juan perked up and realized that her men had finally made a discovery. The Grey Falcon's ability is tracking, which allows it to find its target with pheromones left over from the body. She straightened up quickly. 'Grey Falcon, I'm a flaminge. Did you find her? ’

I found her. And him, he's still alive. ’

The red cuckoo suddenly shuddered. 'Are you sure?' ’

'Sure, I'm right next to Sister Li's body, her stone hammer and pendant are gone. I could feel a man fainting here, waking up and heading northeast. The Grey Falcon paused, "Definitely the one we're looking for." ’

You must kill him as soon as possible, before anyone else can do it. The captain's words are still in my ears.

'Good, stay there, keep telepathy, I'll get over it.' ’

The red cuckoo took a deep breath of air. Thanks to the Lord God, in order to prevent the plague, it turned the entire arena world into a huge sterile room. Without the decay of corpses, there will naturally be no corpse smell. She contacted all the leaders of the upper six teams and gave instructions.

'The hunt began. ’