Chapter Twenty-Five: A Hundred Miles of Blood 3
readx;? Facing a military formation of 300 people, Zhou Mo brazenly entered the center of the military formation, slashing four people, and the surrounding soldiers were taken by his blood bravery, and they didn't dare to step forward for a while. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
Before the blood mist dissipated, the leader had already reacted and shouted:
"Scattered, circumferred. ”
The soldiers who formed the military formation were all veterans, and with just a simple order of two words, the entire military formation moved like a precision instrument.
The spearmen on the periphery took a step back, widening the passage that could accommodate the swordsmen in the formation.
The innermost sword soldiers, in groups of three, faced Zhou Mo with weapons, in case Zhou Mo suddenly burst out, and the rest of the soldiers withdrew smoothly like mercury.
The square and neat military formation, in a few breaths, has become a situation in which the enemy is trapped in a small formation inside, the enemy is repelled with spears in the middle, and the swords wander around the periphery.
Zhou Mo naturally wouldn't watch the changes in the military formation, and the moment the military formation moved, he moved.
The heavy sword of the broken army was waved, and the moment the sword came out, the whole person turned into a meteor and walked away, and when the sword fell, it had already crossed a distance of ten steps and blasted towards a group of small formations in front of him.
A small formation of three people, two with heavy swords and one with a long sword.
Zhou Mo slammed his sword, and the three of them all turned black and iron, and the two heavy swords crossed to meet them, and the soldiers with long knives were waiting for the opportunity to jump and kill.
At the same time, the other four small formations besieging Zhou Mo also moved at the same time, gathering quickly with Zhou Mo as the center.
Zhou Mo had already broken through the sound barrier when he waved the heavy sword in his hand, and there was no sound when the sword rose, and there was a thunderous sound of sound barrier cracking when it fell.
Bursts of rolling thunder rang out, suppressing all the sound of Jin Ge's resonance.
The two heavy swords in the hands of the soldiers came out of their hands, but they also succeeded in slowing down Zhou Mo's sword speed, and the jumping soldiers with knives jumped out from behind the two robes at the moment when the three heavy swords intersected, and the long knives in their hands turned into thunderbolts and slashed at Zhou Mo's neck.
Zhou Mo is very clear about his current situation, the power of the Otto Emperor's ** array, three hundred ordinary soldiers can also besiege and kill the black iron, and now the three hundred quasi-black iron veterans, if they want to get out, the only way to get out is to use the power of thunder and lightning to quickly disperse the army formation, and they can't let themselves be trapped in it for a long time, otherwise once the physical strength is exhausted, it will be the time to die.
Therefore, Zhou Mo didn't even look at the long knife that slashed at his neck, and the heavy sword of the broken army swept away, swinging the two soldiers into four sections in an instant.
At this time, the soldier wielding the long knife was stunned, and the violent mood fluctuations made the soldier's eyes glow with hazy black iron.
It's a pity that Zhou Mo was ruthless, the long knife was slashed on the neck, and the sound of gold and iron suddenly sounded, because of excessive force, the knife-wielding soldier couldn't bear the vibration, and the long knife was out of his hand, and at this moment, Zhou Mo waved the sword with his backhand.
The heavy sword of the Broken Army slashed from the top of the sword-wielding soldier's head to the ground.
All the soldiers saw the picture of the long knife slashing at Zhou Mo's neck and bursting out of sparks, but Zhou Mo's neck was undamaged and the long knife flew out.
These border army veterans hesitated, and besieged a monster that their swords couldn't hurt, did they really have a chance of winning?
Zhou Mo didn't care what the old soldiers thought, killed a group of small formations, and did not take the opportunity to break through, but rushed towards the remaining four small formations.
After seeing the simple and effective operation method of this small array, Zhou Mo also had his own method.
Break the army's tactics and sweep away thousands of troops.
He didn't give the heavy sword soldiers a chance to slow down the speed of the sword, and approached directly, and swept through the heavy sword of the broken army, sweeping thousands of troops in one go, slashing eight heavy swords and breaking twelve soldiers within a few breaths.
Standing in the encirclement of spears, Zhou Mo laughed loudly:
"It's a pleasure to kill, no wonder Ramas Otto has always missed the time when he led his army to destroy the city and destroy the country. ”
Zhou Mo's body became more and more vigorous, and as soon as the words fell, the heavy sword in his hand was thrown violently, instantly stirring up a cloud of white mist in the air, breaking the sound barrier, and directly blasting a soldier who only had time to block with the body of the gun into a blood mist.
The blood mist filled everyone's sight, and Zhou Mo had already approached the spear position at this moment.
The soldier on the opposite side shouted and reminded the soldier in Zhou Mo's direction that in just an instant, three spears stabbed at Zhou Mo.
The spear is like a dragon, and Zhou Mo didn't dare to let this spear really stab his body, being slashed and being stabbed by a big gun, those are two concepts.
Any veteran in the army can use a spear to stab and break the palm-thick iron plate.
Zhou Mo's heavy sword took off his hand, and the whole person became lighter, and the whole person jumped lightly, without allowing for a moment, and the tip of the spear was connected to the tip of the toe, and he jumped high with the help of force.
In the air, the arms are staggered, and a pair of double knives are already in hand.
Originally, the Scout Twin Swords Technique was just a killing technique used by ordinary scouts, but the veteran soldier who had retired from the army honed it in the wilderness and was finally promoted to Black Iron, which also brought sublimation to this Scout Twin Swords Technique.
Scout double knife technique, killing one, butterfly kiss flower.
Zhou Mo was like a black butterfly shining with cold light, dancing in mid-air, finding a flower, dancing to the ground, butterfly wings kissed lightly on the stamen, and then left without nostalgia.
The spears that stabbed upwards one after another became the best point for Zhou Mo to turn into a black butterfly and dance in the air.
I saw a huge black butterfly dancing in the sky above the military array, making the heads of soldiers into flowers, and the scouts with double knives as wings, rowing a graceful trajectory, kissing the flowers into blood.
The black butterfly flew around the spear position, and the tips of the black butterfly wings were stained with a brilliant blood-red color.
Gently skimming over the last flower, shaking the blood red on the butterfly's wings, the black butterfly fell calmly, without a trace of dust.
Most of the soldiers with guns were still standing, and they usually looked like they were no different from ordinary except for their dull eyes, but if they looked down, the narrow and deep knife marks in everyone's heavenly spirit could prove that their lives had passed away, and the flowers were kissed blood-red by the black butterfly.
The leader who commanded at the outermost level naturally had a unique eye, and of course he could see what the demon who had incarnated as a black butterfly had done in just a dozen or so breaths.
Nearly one hundred and fifty spearmen surrounding Zhou Mo were hunted and killed by Zhou Mo, and they died beautifully and poignantly, with a terrifying weirdness.
Outside the military formation, in a bush, a soldier wearing a grass-green cloak jumped up, quickly and silently approached the leader outside the military formation, and whispered in his ear:
"Scout Twin Knife Technique, he used Scout Twin Knife Technique!"
The leader glanced at this army scout who he had spent a lot of favors to borrow from the border guards, and stepped out of Sunset Town from Zhou Mo, this scout has been following Zhou Mo, and the corpses of the fifteen old soldiers can be retracted, which is also his credit.
"Are you sure?" the leader asked, skeptically.
"Absolutely, yes, and only the old scout, I'm talking about the kind of old scout who is promoted from the scout position to black iron, can play this hand, scout double knife and three kills, butterfly kiss flower, butterfly between flowers, cat flutter butterfly. The scout's tone was fast and urgent, and he didn't look at the person in charge, staring at Zhou Mo, who had already dismantled the general's formation.
"This person must be a retired old scout, judging by his age, he should have been a little ghost scout back then, this kind of person can't be provoked, listen to me, let everyone run separately, maybe someone can return to the border alive." The scout's tone was trembling, and his eyes didn't dare to leave Zhou Mo at all, as if he was afraid that in a trance, the black butterfly would be able to kiss his head.
"Run?" The person at the head turned cold and his tone became cold.
"Run, tell the general what you saw, and tell the general, if I fail to kill this Zhou Mo, ask him to avenge me and the three hundred old soldiers!"
The scout was so perceptive that he immediately sensed the change in the attitude of the leader of the leader, smiled bitterly, and explained:
"These old scouts who have been promoted to Black Iron are either grabbed by the big nobles with real titles and grabbed their own territories, or they are surrounded by the Military Intelligence Bureau with high-ranking officials, and those who can stay in the army are not good, and the best ones are directly picked up by the palace internal guards, I heard that most of the royal family worship regiments are old scouts in the army. ”
The corners of the leader's eyes twitched, if it was a war, he was ordered to come, and at this time he had ordered to retreat, but this was a war of revenge, and many brothers had died, and he could not turn back.
The scout sighed and whispered:
"Such old scouts are on this wasteland, unless they dispatch high-level beings and kill them directly, even if they are rounded up by a large army, they may not be helpless, I will do everything I say, go first. ”
The scout turned, walked ten paces away, shook his whole body, and disappeared into the knee-high grass.
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