A group of men is walking along the boundary wall.

Strictly speaking, the boundary wall should not be called a wall, it is more similar to the protective force field that is common in science fiction movies and television works. I can't see it, but I definitely can touch it. It is characterized by indestructibility, selectivity of the objects of the shield. Light can pass, water can pass, wind can pass, but people can't pass.

During the time that the boundary wall was raised, the various kingdoms were closed. If you can't fight yourself, the enemy can't beat you. So it is no surprise that this period is called the period of peace.

No matter which parallel world, no matter which human civilization, peace has always had only one purpose, and that is to prepare for the next war. When the period of peace began, every man and woman in the arena world was mobilized to participate in training, build weapons, hoard supplies, and so on. Even the so-called entertainment activities are mainly aimed at relieving the stress of the cannon fodder before they go to war. Cultivating sentiment and sublimating oneself? There is no such thing here.

But peacetime is not absolute peace either. Every time before the wall is raised, when the warring parties return to their respective homes, there are always some good people who leave some tails for their opponents to carry out assassinations and cause damage. The reason is simple: one more enemy falls in peacetime, and one more chance of survival for one's own people in the battle of divine will.

So to sum up, mortals in peacetime only do three things, one is to prepare for war by themselves, the second is to prevent the enemy from preparing for war, and the third is to prevent the enemy from preparing for war themselves.

At present, there are fifty men in this group to stop the enemy from preventing themselves from preparing for battle, and all of them are members of the Northeast Fortress Garrison Regiment. Although it was also an establishment of 10 teams, the number of garrison regiments was only half of that of field regiments, and the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers was much worse.

They searched cautiously, carefully searching their surroundings with their eyes and abilities. Before leaving, the regimental commander warned them that the disappearance of the scouts was unusual, and that they would probably have a lot of women to deal with.

About half a kilometer away from them, there was a large patch of grass about half a man high, where a reinforced team of women was quietly hiding, patiently waiting for the man to approach. They have three second-order samurai and nine single-order samurai, and they are not inferior to their opponents.

Almost as soon as the men noticed an ambush, the women took action.

Twelve stone arrows burst through the air, hitting several samurai and their pawns, killing four on the spot and seriously wounding the rest. The man's captain hurriedly commanded his men to form a tortoise formation, and the shield had just been raised, and the second wave of attacks had arrived, and the stone arrows were inserted into the thick rattans, making a dull sound.

Babbling mile mile! The women screamed and made all sorts of provocative moves. The captain yelled and urged his men to fight back, and a crack opened in the shell of more than thirty rattan cards, and the archer leaned out half of his body and saluted the woman with more than ten stone arrows.

A strong wind blew, and the stone arrows shot by the man lost their strength and accuracy, and fell to the ground one after another.

Babbling mile mile! The woman screamed even more happily.

The captain crooked his nose angrily, but he also realized that this time he had encountered a hard fight. The other party has an awakened person, and if you fight head-on, you will definitely suffer. Just as he hesitated how many men to send back to the fortress to move the troops, the third wave of attacks began.

A stone arrow burrowed between the rattan plaques, and with a scream, another man fell.

The captain came to his senses, in the face of this kind of master who pierced through the Yang in a hundred steps, if he defended in place, he would only be slowly consumed, and they would not be able to support the arrival of reinforcements at all. He quickly made up his mind, named a few of the fastest men, and ordered them to go back and report the news, while the rest fought to the death with him.

Ahh The men quickly dispersed, responding to the women's screams with their own war cries.

Seeing that the enemy was about to charge, the women fired the last wave of arrows, turned around and fled.

The fleeing women aroused the fire in the hearts of men, and they were driven by their idos to roar and run, eager to catch up with the seductive backs in front of them.

Knock them down, occupy them, conquer them.

Many men even threw away their weapons to speed up, and the already untidy pursuit formation was completely scattered.

Let them weep, let them groan, cut their throats when their bodies are hot, and use their blood to comfort the brothers they have killed. Ahh

From time to time, women turned around and fired arrows, and some of the pursuers stopped shooting. The distance gradually shortened, and finally, the two female samurai were hit by arrows and both fell to the ground. The men swarmed them, disarming them with all their hands and feet, holding down their limbs and ravaging them frantically.

The screams rang out, and the man shouted louder, oh oh

Wait, what's that up front? Oops, more women! It's a trap!

The discovery of the probe ability was like cold water poured on his head, waking up the captain who was also in a state of euphoria. He opened his mouth in panic to warn, but his voice was drowned out by the war cries around him, and by the time he remembered that he should use telepathy in such a situation, the trap had already been activated.

Nearly a hundred women straightened up from the grass and screamed in unison, babbling miles, miles, miles!

There is no suspense in the outcome of the battle. Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, those unlucky bare-handed barebones surrendered on their knees, and were picked by the women one by one. Those who choose to resist are not much better, only a short longer than the former. The worst of them was the one who took the two wounded female warriors, whose roots were cut off, and their deaths were extremely long and painful, with a cry of grief resounding through the sky.

The captain failed to escape, and he was hit by a short spear in his left thigh. More than a dozen women surrounded him, jumping around him, screaming and laughing, and from time to time someone shook a shot. The captain wielded the stone axe desperately, trying to smash the faces full of contempt and mockery in front of him, trying to drive the shrill screams out of his mind.

Babbling, babbling, babbling!

The screams suddenly stopped, and the women surrounding him made a gap. The captain wiped the blood from his forehead and saw a small girl with a ponytail and a slightly upturned nose standing in front of him. If it weren't for too many freckles, maybe she would still be a sexy stunner, and the man wondered how he still had the leisure to think about this.

Freckles snapped her fingers, and a footman stepped forward, pulling a pile of things out of the air and throwing them at his feet.

Those were four pairs of human ears, which corresponded to the number of footmen he had sent back to the fortress to report the news.

"You're brave, bed bug." Freckles said as he pulled out a black dagger, the edge of which was sharp. "What should I give you?" She took a defensive stance and hooked her fingers at the man.

In the distance, the women did not leave a single living mouth. The men's weapons were collected, their skins stripped off, and stuffed into their personal spaces along with the corpses. When the victors have finished harvesting the fruits and burying the traces, no one will know what happened here.

They weren't here to assassinate or sabotage at all. They are the elite of the Northeast Women's Country, and they are the main force participating in the battle of divine will. They couldn't have just come with a team of hundreds, there must be more behind them. They're here to continue the battle two days ago, and they want to destroy the men's country!

It was as if he saw a vision of the future: the fortress was ignorant of the real situation, sent more search parties to find them, and then melted them one by one like ice and snow under the scorching sun. Once most of the garrison was eliminated, the women swept the surrounding strongholds, freed slaves to join their own army, took the northeastern fortress, and did the same to the garrisons of the other fortresses. By the time the higher-ups figured out that this was a large-scale invasion, it was too late.

And the top players are still busy choosing a coach at the moment.

The captain looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Then give me your prize, so that I can have a good time!" With that, he raised his stone axe, let out the last battle cry of his life, and rushed towards the woman.

Ahh

The roar stopped abruptly.