When the cavalry pierced the third Ryan soldier, it became extremely heavy.

Ron decisively threw away the cavalry gun in his hand, drew two cross swords with both hands, aimed them at a soldier who was desperately resisting, and slashed at them.

Blood splattered on his silver armor.

The sound of fighting and the neighing of war horses spread wildly throughout the land.

Although Ron's personal strength was stronger than these Ryan soldiers, as time went by, Ryan's side began to resist in an orderly manner.

Their rich battlefield experience makes them almost lonely, and they often do not attack people, but war horses under their crotch.

Once the horse fell to the ground, the people above it were quickly hacked to death.

"No !!"

A terrible howl suddenly came from Ron's rear, and a horse with its front hooves cut off and the cavalry above it fell to the ground with a heavy fall, and then a soldier picked up a war hammer and smashed it on his helmet.

The hard helmet flattened down instantly, and streams of blood flowed out of the cracks in the helmet.

"Damn! They killed Robert!!

Seeing the death of his companion, another strong figure riding a horse and holding a spear and axe directly controlled the horse to charge in that direction.

The black steed kicked up dust, but just as he tried to cut off the head of one of the Ryan soldiers, a sharp sword plunged into a crack in his armor.

'Bang!!'

At the neighing of the horses, the corpse fell to the ground crookedly.

It's not a one-man battle, it's a chaotic battleground.

Even the most agile soldier could not be unscathed here.

Glancing at the corpse lying to the ground and trampled by the horse's hooves, Ron waved his cross sword again without saying a word.

At this time, the armor on his whole body was covered with blood, and the mask was even more red.

Corpses passed in front of him, and Ron, wearing a helmet, had little sense of direction in the battlefield.

The sword-wielding hands also became a little sluggish as they slashed.

As he dodged a slash from one of Ryan's soldiers, Ron felt a thud in his back, followed by a powerful force coming from there.

'Bang !!'

He flew straight off the horse, and then slammed into a corpse.

And when he tried to get up from the ground, there was a dull place behind him.

'Smack!!'

Ron fell to the ground again, blood streaming from the top of his helmet's visor at the corners of his mouth.

"Damn it"

His vision was a little blurry, and he shook his head, trying to open his eyes, and in front of him a pair of black boots were clearly visible, and then a large shadow was quickly raised.

Before he had time to think about it, Ron rolled to the left.

'Bang!!'

A black warhammer slammed into his head.

Hurriedly getting up, ignoring the suffocation in his chest, Ron slammed into the owner of the black boots.

"Die!!"

'Bang!!'

There was a loud crash, and the twin swords and the hammer were pressed together.

Looking at the monstrous helmet of the Lane soldier, Ron was on one side, and after a blow from the hammer, two cross-swords stabbed into his neck at the same time.

'Shhhh

There was a screeching sound of blades scraping against armor, and Ron slashed his swords.

'Whew!'

A head detached directly from his body and fell to the ground.

Blood spilled onto Ron's visor like a gushing spring, and a disgusting smell of blood came over his face.

Lifting the visor that had blurred his vision, Ron turned his head to look around.

The corpse-strewn ground and the still-chaotic scenes of the battle gave him the feeling that this was fake.

Although the two sides were evenly numbered, although it was the Lane soldiers who were attacked at first, their rich battlefield experience at this time faintly held the Best side down.

The Ryan soldiers used their own cooperation to form large and small battle circles, gradually splitting their ranks and slowly eating away.

Ron didn't know what Scar's purpose was in issuing such an order, but he knew that if he didn't do something about it now, maybe this first war would kill him.

Glancing around, he spotted a circle with the largest number of Lane soldiers besieging him.

Tighten the cross sword in his hand, just as Ron was thinking about rescuing a few first, and then act together in a group.

Suddenly, a muffled sound rang out from there.

'Boom!!'

Then the surrounding Ryan soldiers flew out in an instant, and there were faint flames in the scattered corpses.

"What?"

The sudden strange image made Ron stunned slightly, and then he saw a tall figure covered in red slowly walk out of the corpse.

The crimson lines on the armor slowly dissipated, and the tall figure ripped off a large chunk of his helmet, revealing a vicious face full of blood.

The man seemed to have suffered a lot of wounds, and there was a deep wound on his blood-red cheek, and the same bright red blood kept flowing down the wound.

This person was the half-blood alien with the blood of the lava demon that Ron had seen in the defense line before.

Beneath his fiery red hair was a pair of reptilian orange eyes, and with a brutal look he looked at the Ryan soldiers who were gradually approaching him.

"You're all going to die!!"

'Hiss'

With a slight sound, his silver armor was once again covered with spiraling red lines, and a scorching stream of air burned in the air.

Ron, who was standing in the distance, seemed to sense something, his face changed slightly, and then his figure quickly exploded away.

'Boom !!'

There was another muffled sound, and the Ryan soldiers who had just approached were instantly blown to the ground.

The flames formed a huge circle, creating an empty vacuum around the man of alien blood.

"This is the innate ability of other aliens?"

Ron stood there, looking at the ground as if it had been swept away by a bomb.

This is the second time he has seen the powerful talent of the alien, compared to the first time with a super self-healing ability, this time it is more intuitive.

However, judging from the information obtained from Grant, this powerful innate ability only appears in some half-breeds with relatively pure blood.

It is impossible for an ordinary heterogeneous hybrid to embody such a powerful power.

In the distance, after the man unleashed two innate abilities similar to flame explosions, he seemed to be on his knees because of excessive consumption, covering his injured cheek, gasping violently.

The orange-yellow vertical pupils also faintly dimmed.

The surrounding Ryan soldiers did not flinch because of the previous two casualties, and at this time, seeing his weak appearance, they gathered again.

Finding out about their actions, Ron, who came back to his senses, rushed over directly with his sword.

'Whew!!'

A sword slashed off a soldier's head, and then he quickly turned to dodge the sneak attack behind him, and the other sword stabbed to the left without looking.

'Ding. ’

The tip of the sword pierced into the breastplate of a soldier, and the sword struck upwards.

'Tear La!'

A long scar appeared directly in the gap in the soldier's armor, and blood dripped quickly down the blade.

Drawing his bloody cross sword, Ron swept his gaze to the many soldiers he had attracted to, flicked the double swords in his hand slightly, and then rushed over again.

Even though he had consumed too much strength because of the previous fight, he was not something that ordinary Ryan soldiers could deal with now.

And in Ron's hard work, Best's side gradually found the trick of fighting after a large number of casualties.

Throwing away the horses that had become a burden, most people began to gather in twos and threes, watching each other to prevent being killed by another sneak attack, and then slashing the relatively weak Ryan soldiers to death.

The chaotic battle lasted for more than two hours before it gradually subsided.

When an emaciated guy chopped off the head of the last Ryan soldier, all those who survived let out a heavy breath.

Ron sat on the corpse of a Lane soldier without a figure, and he violently lifted his helmet and threw it on the ground, revealing a young face stained with sweat and blood.

His whole body was sore, especially his hands holding the sword, which were very swollen and uncomfortable.

The original beautiful and clean armor on his body was also covered with scratches at this time.

In some places, scratches can be almost punctured.

When he had regained some strength, he tapped his aching back and looked around.

The people closest to him were already lying on the blood-covered ground, opening their mouths and breathing heavily, looking like he was not the only one who was tired.

"Hey man, how are you feeling?"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from beside him.

Ron turned around and saw the blood-red man sitting next to him.

The slender wound on the man's cheek made him faintly see the white sockets inside, which looked very strange.

"It's ok. Ron replied weakly.

Fighting in this heavy armor was more exhausting in this short two-hour period than he had been training for a whole day.

However, it was also because of this armor that he was able to survive.

"Hehe, you'll get used to it later, thank you for saving me before. ”

The man grinned and tried to smile, but it seemed to tug at the wound and quickly returned to his normal expression.

"Hello, I'm Bakar Fassbinder. He held out a hand.

Looking at the outstretched hand, Ron held it slightly, and quickly parted.

"Ron Felton. ”

The man named Bakar looked at the tragic aftermath of the war, narrowed his orange and yellow pupils slightly, and said calmly.

"After this time, maybe one more time, maybe we can become Best's regular army. ”

"What?" Ron frowned slightly at his words, confused. "Are you saying we're not a regular army yet? Listen to you, it's just a test for us?"

"Of course it's a test. Bakar took a deep breath and said. "My brother used to serve here, and I know the rules very well, and it is impossible to become a regular army without a baptism of blood. ”