Du Yun stood on the high platform, looking at the dusty battlefield, his face was pale.

It was noon, the sun was high, and the earth was scorching. She twisted her neck uncomfortably, brushing the sweat that pooled up to her chin with the back of her hand. The breeze blew, bringing her a burst of coolness and a burst of bloody smell to the tip of her nose.

Nasty dry season.

At this moment, Du Yun misses the days of torrential rain that he has experienced. There was so much irritability and anger in her chest that she was overwhelmed by the rocks, and she couldn't wait to wash them all away now, immediately, immediately.

There is also this slimy and greasy feeling on the skin, which can't be shaken off and can't be wiped off, and the annoying thing is like the group of bed bugs that are still resisting stubbornly, which makes her extremely nauseous.

The shouts of killing from the battlefield gradually weakened and almost disappeared. Once again, the woman's attack was contained. They were exhausted and demoralized. In the face of the strong position guarded by men and their slaves, it is difficult to take a step forward.

'Boss, the sisters can't hold on. The idea is too hard to attack. ’

'I see, you get down first, rest and rest.' ’

Ending the call with the adjutant who led the charge, Du Yun once again put his hands on the pergola and looked at the enemy's position. In the center of it also stood a wooden tower about six meters high, on which stood the same Awakened Ones, who also fought and killed the enemy under their command.

And he also used his farsightedness ability to look at Du Yun's position. The two looked at each other. The man beckoned to the woman in a friendly way, and then gave a kiss.

Du Yun felt the rock on his chest aggravate a little, this bed bug actually teased me? How could he do that? She resisted the urge to punch her opponent with the middle finger. She is a third-order samurai, and she is still the commander of a country, and she is angry with the small head of a small garrison regiment, and she can't do such a thing of losing her identity.

The attendant in charge of the order blew the horn, and the woman in the distance quickly formed a small phalanx of five tens, covering each other, and retreated step by step, and withdrew from the battle in batches. This futile attack again left dozens of corpses, and the cheers from the opposite side were clearly audible.

Du Yun jumped out of the high platform, as straight as a heavy object when he fell, and as light as a leaf when he touched the ground.

Be proud, bed bugs, and see who has the best laugh at the end. She waved her hand at the squire and strode forward. The samurai with spears made way for her, and the attendants followed.

The first batch of women who withdrew from the battle were all put on the lottery. The lightly injured supported each other and limped. The seriously injured man lay on a stiff stretcher, moaning softly. Then came the second group, the third group, and they looked depressed and staggered. Some of them didn't make it to the middle of the formation, so they fell to the ground and didn't move, and were carried back by their companions or on their backs.

It's all my fault, Du Yun thought to herself.

After the scout reported to Du Yun the news that the enemy's main force had left the Northeast Fortress, she made up her mind that she would rely on a beautiful siege and annihilation battle to eat the opponent without even the bones left. In the eyes of the woman's commander, the garrison regiment is just some second-rate goods, most of the recruits have no abilities and combat experience, there are few awakened people, and the remaining single-rank ones are mainly foot soldiers, and their combat effectiveness is more than a little worse than that of the battle-hardened samurai.

Du Yun sent people to keep an eye on the prey's course of action, constantly revising the plan according to the report sent back by the scout, repeatedly considering the plan, and selecting the battlefield. When the garrison finally gathered all the forces of the stronghold and set out on the way back to the fortress, the two regiments under Du Yun's command appeared at the location they least wanted them to appear, blocking their way.

"Boss," Du Yun's adjutant lowered his head, his face full of shame, with her superb martial arts and powerful abilities, she was not seriously injured, but a stone arrow stuck in her right arm was a bit of an eyesore. "The subordinates are incompetent, insulting the mission, and are willing to be punished by the coach."

Her boss reached out and lifted the adjutant who was on his knees, "It's not your fault, you and your people have done your best." ”

The adjutant sobbed. A priest approached her, carefully numbing some of her nerves with his abilities, clamping the blood vessels around the wounded area before drawing stone arrows. The adjutant's wound immediately regenerated cells at a rate visible to the naked eye, and in just a few breaths, her right arm was intact except for a small scar.

"Don't blame yourself too much, go down and heal your injuries."

The first engagement between the two sides took place yesterday afternoon. Seeing the enemy approaching, the garrison immediately set up a defensive formation. The strange thing is that this formation is in the shape of a starfish, and when you stand on the tower and look at it, it has a bit of the charm of a fortress.

What's even stranger is that there is not a single man in the outermost layer of the defensive formation, all bare-handed female slaves.

Du Yun didn't think about it at the time, thinking that it was just some unlucky eggs used to act as a meat shield. Taking advantage of the restrictions set by the Lord God not to deliberately kill one's own clan, forcing slaves of the same clan as the opponent to stand at the front to block arrows and spears is a common thing in the battle of divine will.

However, the number of slaves on the man's side this time is limited, and it is impossible for them to all be Du Yun's kindred. As long as she has patience and grinding, she can always find the weak points in the formation, and she is still confident of winning.

It wasn't until hundreds of her warriors unleashed their speed abilities and rushed to the opposing side to leap in, only to see that a circle of three-meter-high giant rocks suddenly appeared out of thin air that Du Yun realized that she had made a mistake, a big mistake.

The slaves at the outermost level of the defensive formation were not at all shields to defend against arrows and spears, but to fight alongside their masters. Foot-born slaves did not need to be mentally restricted, and with the men's original more than 200 footmen, the garrison had enough space to hold enough boulders for them to build a city in an instant.

It is also a fortress with convex corners.

'Sir, that new squire of yours is dying, and wants to see you one last time. If so, could you please come aby? ’

Du Yun's heart sank, did she still not survive? 'Got it, I'll go over here.' ’

After the Battle of the Divine Will, Du Yun's army rescued more than 700 female slaves. Except for the 500 people who followed Taoqi back to the other side of the boundary wall, the remaining 200 people volunteered to stay behind and participated in the continuation of the expedition to the southwestern male country. The new attendant that the priest spoke of was one of the two hundred.

And she will soon be one of the war dead.

Du Yun's new attendant was lying on a straw bed, his expression calm and his complexion pale. The priest's ability can heal wounds and restore severed limbs, but it can't make blood like a spleen. During the battle, she was wounded by a javelin in an artery in her thigh, and at this moment, the flame of life is like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any moment.

'Boss, is that you?' She was too weak to speak, and could only rely on the telepathic channels established by the priests to communicate with people, 'Are you here?' My eyes can't see, I can't see anything. ’

"It's me, I'm here." Du Yun gently held her hand, and her movements were very gentle, "I'm right by your side." ”

'Boss, I just killed a man, the first one I killed after crossing over. ’

"Really? You're amazing, I'm so proud of you. ”

It's a pity that it's peacetime, and it's useless to kill him, and I still can't earn points. She sighed faintly, "I'd love to have an ability, my own." ’

"You'll have powers, my good girl. By the time the next War of Divine Consciousness comes, you'll be able to earn lots and lots of points to buy your own abilities. When that day comes, you'll be able to choose a class, samurai, priest, and footman, to choose from. ”

'No, boss, there won't be that day, I'm going to die. ’

"Don't talk nonsense, you're not going to die." Du Yun felt the hand he was holding cold and cold, "You will be fine, everything will be fine." ”

'Boss, you don't have to comfort me, I know I can't survive this time. Actually, I'm quite looking forward to this ending. Because I'll be able to go with him soon, and when I get to the bottom, I'm going to be with him forever. ’

Not only do you look alike, but even your personality is printed in the same mold as her.

Du Yun once again recalled the friend she had when she was a recruit. At the same time, she was a little curious about what kind of man he would be and what his name would be in the squire's mouth.

I really shouldn't have agreed to you going into battle.

'It's cold. These were the last words of the squire, and she did not mention his name until her death.

Du Yun's other attendants remained silent for a moment, leaving enough time for the boss's mourning. Then someone cautiously asked, "Boss, what do you want us to do with her body?"

"Burn it, she doesn't like the cold."

Du Yun left the grass hut area used to treat the wounded and rushed to inspect the team that was scheduled to enter the next wave of attacks, she expected to see the yearning for victory in their eyes, but she didn't want to see the look she didn't want to see. After the start of the resumption of the war, the morale that had been boosted by relying on two small victories was on the verge of collapse because of the current series of setbacks. Du Yun realized that he had no way out, so he could only fight against the water.

I had to win the next attack, and she secretly made up her mind that I had to get them back to their desire for glory.

The towers in the distance were gone, along with the sturdy boulder fortress. The man took them into his personal space and marched slowly in the direction of the fortress in a neat phalanx. In the past day and night, they have thwarted the successive attacks of the women and moved less than twenty kilometers from the fortress.

I was so misstephen, I didn't expect them to dare to put their slaves into battle, I didn't expect them to use this tactic, our advantage was not at all used in front of their boulder fortress.

"Order, all pack up and assemble, keep a distance from the enemy, and line up to pursue."

She looked up at the sky, where the sun had passed its highest point.

"We'll attack again before sunset, this time, I'm going to go into battle in person, and if I don't succeed, I'll be benevolent!"

The attendants and captains were shocked and hurriedly dissuaded. No matter how high the combat effectiveness of a third-order samurai is, he is still one person after all. The commander faced the thousands of enemy troops defending the city, and once he was out of his own support, it was very easy for accidents to happen.

However, Du Yun's expression was resolute and resolute, just like the morning she made the decision to go on an expedition. Everyone knew that it was impossible to disobey, so they went their separate ways.

Behind her, the tower vanished without a trace.