"New here, get out, just find a place to nest and ......," the big man scolded in a rough voice.

Wen Chuanting smiled lightly, not caring about the other party's rudeness. He was just curious about what the hell was going on to make the camp of cannon fodder be manned. "Here?"

"This is the battalion commander's tent, it's okay to get away, and when you go to the battlefield and survive it, the camp will meet you. Now get away!" The big man was rude and unusually rude, constantly fiddling with the long knife in his hand, as long as the lame boy in front of him was disobedient, the knife in his hand would be cut down fiercely.

Dahan was so arrogant, he asked Chuanting to look at Dahan silently, imprinted his appearance deeply in his mind, turned around and dragged his legs back, "Find a corner, where is there a quiet corner here?" Because of this, everyone wants to occupy a good place, so can it be good? Fortunately, everyone is restrained, and there are no fatal accidents.

"Surround up, and then kill those who do it on the spot!" A group of shirtless men with long knives in their hands surrounded the brawlers and those watching the excitement. The strong man in the lead took a step forward, "There is an order in the camp tent, kill those who fight privately without permission, kill those who gather to fight, and kill onlookers!"

Three rules are set, and each of them is a bloody killing word. Whether it is the people who participated in the troublemakers or the crowds who watched the excitement, the wanton murderous spirit suppressed everyone, it was really murderous, the murderous spirit of the soldiers who survived the battle. Everyone understands that if you really want to commit one of them, you will die without a place to be buried, ruthless, and die in vain.

"All understood?" majestic, awe-inspiring, murderous, the mixed momentum made the scene unusually quiet, and no one dared to offend. "If you understand, you will disperse, find a place to nest, the cannon fodder camp is the cannon fodder camp, just wait to eat and die. Enjoy this last period of comfort. ”

With a wave of his hand, the group of soldiers turned around. People who are familiar with each other or brothers from their own tribe are in groups together. There is no longer a lively atmosphere, even if the people who have just fought meet, they only look at each other with hatred, they are all restrained, and they have not developed into a brawl.

The war came suddenly, as cannon fodder, the body was ready, but the mind was not ready, a group of people trembled, holding weapons in their hands, and their bodies were still the same animal skin clothes as when they came, no regular uniforms, no unified standard mounts.

In his left hand, he held a long knife, which was a standard long knife and the only equipment that Wen Chuanting had to use. The right hand still couldn't exert its strength, and the left foot was quite a team, limping the followers, slowly heading to the battlefield. The five aggregate gods and demons in his hands once had no chance to use them when facing the boneless green underworld, and after being caught, they no longer belonged to him.

In war, appointments are the least valuable, and every moment there are one or several lives falling, battles are going on, blood is splattered, and flesh and blood are flying.

The war is so cruel, I ask Chuanting is not afraid of war, he is afraid of killing, what he is really afraid of is the life form that will fall in an instant, such a vast battlefield, how many lives will die in an instant? I didn't dare to ask Chuan, and I didn't want to calculate. He twisted his body with difficulty, his left hand awkwardly using the weapon in his hand, and the pain in his body could not stop his desire to survive.

Survival is so difficult, we always have to give ourselves a belief, even the smallest goal, that is our expectation of survival.

The physical disability is a hard injury that asks Chuanting, there is no dragon slaying skill, but the bitterness of not being able to perform, a strong pressure on his heart, anger is spreading, he is resentful, why didn't he kill himself at that time, since he didn't kill, then leave himself with a complete body, what is the matter of breaking the muscles and veins of his hands and feet, he swears, as long as he can get out alive, the first thing to look for is the boneless tribe, and he wants revenge!

Battlefield fighting, in addition to fighting the body, and then there is skill, even if you have internal breath, it only increases the body's fatigue resistance, so that you can persist in the war for a longer time.

Carried by the torrent of war, the advancing body could not stop at all, barely avoiding the vital point, the body was pierced by the opponent's long knife, the secret method of fighting controlled the body, the muscles were tightly compressed, reducing the loss of blood, but the pain was inevitable.

In this relentless battlefield, to stop movement is to declare death. Wen Chuanting didn't dare not move, there were many wounds on his body, and the cut was like an open mouth, although there was a secret method of fighting to control the muscles and avoid the blood from bursting, but it could not avoid the penetration of blood. Endure the pain and fight, kill all the living creatures shaking in front of you, and if you don't fight, you won't stop living!

Human corpses lay on the ground, blood flowed everywhere, and the yellow earth was stained red with blood. The war came and went quickly, the meaningless war of attrition was over for the time being, and Wen Chuan hung to the ground weakly, and he collapsed. After all, killing people is also a personal work, and he survived for the time being, covered in blood. Breathing in the blood-soaked air, his mind unconsciously conjured up the scene of the battlefield.

A faint breeze on the grassland blew through the sky, bringing a hint of coldness that made Wen Chuanting sober up from his contemplation. The team to clean up the corpse had already driven in, and he didn't want to be treated as a wounded who had not died, that was to be replaced, and when the time came, he would really die and could not die again.

The pain in the body overshadowed the numbness and confusion of the soul caused by the killing, standing outside the cannon fodder camp, looking up at the vast sky, a few floating clouds under the clear blue sky fluttering at will, changing shapes from time to time, and below was this boring battlefield. The blood-soaked earth, the flesh and blood watered, maybe next year, this wilderness will be full of lush vegetation.

"The killing of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield is completely different from the previous killings. There is no time for you to stop and breathe, there is no time for you to bandage your wounds, as a cannon fodder battalion, death in battle is the final destination, and no one will pity it. However, the battlefield is indeed the best training environment, and as long as you can survive, you will have a certain breakthrough in both psychology and skill, even if it costs too much. ”

The frequency of the war was completely unexpected by Wen Chuanting. The fragility of life is perfectly illustrated here. With numbness and confusion, the long knife in his hand waved freely, slashing through the throats of the Union soldiers again and again, bringing up a puddle of blood, and the steaming waves of blood sprayed on the body, drawing a brilliant pattern of life. The body is agile and poetic, the body does movements that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, and the footsteps move slightly, avoiding countless swords.

His progress is unimaginable. At the same time, the people fell on the battlefield one by one, and he was the only one who was the sign of immobility, watching the people around him look at the substitution.