Frequent wars have firmly held the two sides together, and several wars have crippled the cannon fodder battalions, and without replenishment, the task of repelling the enemy has become more and more arduous. Everyone is tired, mentally, physically. More and more people were seriously injured, but fortunately, ninety-nine people had not yet died, which was mostly due to the Great Wilderness Blood Sutra.

Everyone understood the reason for surviving, and they became more and more grateful to Wen Chuanting. After each battle, everyone's faces became more and more pale, coarse food could not supplement too much nutrition, and more and more people were in trance on the battlefield of life and death.

"We can't go on like this!" the bald man roared angrily, "they're killing us." ”

"It was originally for us to die, what's the difference?" asked Chuanting to be equally angry, but there was nothing he could do about it, and if the cannon fodder battalion didn't die, it wouldn't be called the cannon fodder battalion.

"Boss, find a way, or we'll all die here. The bald man turned his head and pleaded.

"What can be done but to escape. Ask Chuanting said softly. His eyes were fixed on the bald head, and escaping was indeed a way, but there was no way, the world was big, and where was the home if he escaped, he was a little confused in his heart.

"Escape?okay, where are we fleeing to?On the side of the Alliance?Or ......" The bald man's eyes lit up, and it could be seen that these two words made his heart open.

Ask Chuanting stared at each other, and understood in his heart that just now the two of them were testing, asking Chuanting to test the courage of the bald head, to test whether everyone wanted to escape with him, the bald man was also tempting, testing whether the head he recognized in his heart had any ideas, or he was blind to their life and death, as a subordinate, he firmly guarded the duty of his subordinates, but he had his own ideas, after all, he was a person who was used to being a battalion commander, without two brushes, how could he sit in that position, even if it was a cannon fodder battalion.

If the answer of the question Chuanting cannot satisfy the other party, although the bald man will still call him the leader, there will definitely be thoughts in his heart, and estrangement will inevitably arise. Fortunately, both parties were satisfied with each other's temptations, and the estrangement was eliminated before it occurred.

"Everyone recuperates first, and in the next war, we must preserve our strength, and we will slowly seize the opportunity in the battlefield. Asking Chuanting to instruct, the bald man fully understood, and explained to the people below.

The war was quietly coming, with the Overseers behind and the cannon fodder battalion charging forward, the battle was tragic and bloody, with shouts of killing, clashing, and wailing filling the ears. The bald man led everyone quietly to shift positions.

The hundred-man squad is the object of attention of both sides, and the allied army hates them for not dying, while the upper echelons of their own army love and hate them, that is, they hope that they will have great lethality on the other side in order to preserve the strength of the army, but they are afraid of them, and they are afraid that the hundred-man squad will produce an exemplary effect and cause harm to their own army.

In this huge battlefield, the hundred-man squad is too small and too small, and the upper echelons of both sides are concerned, but they can't focus on them, this is their chance, the opportunity to escape.

Under the leadership of the bald man, the hundred people slowly moved to the edge of the battlefield, the battle was scorching, and the opponent was killed, they began to run, and the coalition troops who surrounded them were a little stunned, not understanding why this group of ragged enemy troops ran into the distance.

In an instant, a leader-like person reacted, and a pair of soldiers separated from the brigade and pursued Wen Chuanting and the others. The leader was afraid, afraid that the other party would run to the rear of his army and cause unpredictable consequences, after all, a team of 100 people was not a small team.

When Chuan Ting and the others fled, the Fire Scales Army, as the overseer, also responded, and the fifty cavalry broke away from the main team and pursued them.

The misunderstanding arose, and the man who looked like the leader of the alliance army saw the other party marching out of fifty cavalry, thinking that it was a counterattack against the people he had sent, and took his men straight to the fifty cavalry firescale army with his subordinates, fighting the cavalry with infantry.

Tragically, the impact speed of the mount brought out the power of the Fire Scale Army, the hand rose and fell, and the heads of the good people flew up, and the beast teeth and utensils under the pigtails fluttered and collided in the air, and were instantly drowned out by the sound of the collision of weapons.

The fifty horsemen were not hindered too much and easily broke through the encirclement. The three groups of people left the team and did not have much impact on the chaotic huge battlefield, and the small-scale riots were quickly overwhelmed by the fighting of the huge battlefield.

Hundreds of people are running hard, this grassland is too vast, so big that you can't see a little shelter, people are running on the grassland, like lice on the bald head, it is so obvious. The pursuers in the back clenched, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded again.

Ask Chuanting glanced at the air, the Fire Scale Army caught up with the enemy, the conflict occurred, fifty horsemen against a hundred, he was not optimistic about this team of 100 people, but hoped that they would be able to resist for a while.

Heavy gasps rang out from behind him. "Adjust your breathing, two short and one long! The voice of the question rang out from the front of the line, and the small voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The wheezing faded away, breathing became regular, and heavy footsteps were no longer like hammers hitting the ground. The sound of horses' hooves began to sound, and the pursuers caught up.

"Adjust your breathing and prepare for battle!" asked Chuanting raised his hand to stop the team from advancing, and everyone stopped, slowly adjusting their breathing.

Closer, closer, the fiery red team, like a fiery cloud in the sky, was blown by the wind, and instantly arrived in front of them.

"Squat down, slash the horse's legs!" asked Chuanting's voice fell, and everyone's eyes lit up.

"yes, why didn't you think of it before?!" the bald voice sounded out at an inopportune time. He had never thought of such a shameless style of play, and he believed that the remaining ninety-eight people had not thought about it either. In their minds, they were always thinking about how to meet the soldiers on horseback, how to save themselves from the onslaught of the horses.

"Both sides, both sides!" Facing the bald man's resentful eyes, Wen Chuanting shrugged his shoulders and said faintly: "If you cut off the horse's legs in front of you, you will not be trampled to death by the horse, but you will also be crushed to death." ”

But there are still people who are so good to die in front of the fallen sycophants, fortunately in misfortune, but the leg bones are crushed, and the loud screams make Wen Chuanting put down his heart, and he can scream, proving that he is not dead. It's a pity that none of these ninety-nine people died, if they escaped, they were all good soldiers who survived a hundred battles, they were all outstanding people, they were talents, and they couldn't be sacrificed easily.

Leaving the firescale horses, they are just ordinary soldiers, for the warriors who have survived a hundred battles, fifty people, an average of two people against one, this is not a battle, it is pure killing, fifty people did not make much waves, they drowned under the sword light of everyone.

"Clean up the battlefield quickly. Shaking off the blood stains on the knife, he asked Chuanting to look in the direction of the battlefield, where there was a faint sound of shouting and killing.

"Won't it?" Returning to his senses, he found that everyone was digging a pit in a daze, but after thinking about it for a while, he understood that everyone didn't understand what this cleaning battlefield was. "You're still in the cannon fodder camp? I'm talking to see if there's anything valuable, take it and leave. "I asked Chuanting to help my forehead, but I was really hit by this group of nerds. They're still digging holes, ready to bury each other. Although after the battle is over, this is another task of the cannon fodder battalion, but I don't look at what time and situation it is, and when the other party is buried, the enemy is also chasing after it, and how to escape.