"We swear to follow the leader!"

"Swear to follow the leader!"

After everyone swore to the sky, they made a pledge under the leadership of the bald head, and once again issued a blood oath, so that Wen Chuanting understood their intentions.

Fortunately, there is not even a single onlooker until now, if before, when there were only more than 50 people, there were more than a dozen onlookers every day, and now, those who are in the mood to watch have joined the team, and those who are not in the mood to watch are all eating and waiting for death in numbness.

Don't mention these, just ask Chuanting to see that everyone made an oath, so he taught them the "Great Wilderness Blood Sutra" word by word, and explained each sentence in detail.

"The Great Wilderness Blood Sutra" is a technique that Wen Chuanting deduces based on "Blood Devouring Formula" and "Blood Demon Skill", combined with the cultivation methods of this world, and adds a little secret meaning of his own fighting secrets. As he said, this is a magic skill, a magic skill that takes plundering as the main point, plundering others, and strengthening oneself. There is one point he didn't elaborate, in fact, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not, as long as everyone cultivates, they will slowly discover that this blood meridian can control the blood, whether it is their own or someone else's.

The snow receded, the cold grassland was covered with a layer of tender greenery, and the tips of small buds pierced through the frozen earth, melting the cold of the earth. The flesh and blood that is spread year after year give the earth rich nutrients, and the eyes are full of new green and softly cover the earth.

The trumpets of war sounded again, and groups of soldiers dressed in bright clothes, riding on tall fire-scaled horses, lined up in neat formations. In front of them was a ragged cannon fodder battalion, scattered with weapons. Directly in front of them was the Alliance army that had been fighting for many years, neatly lined up, their weapons flickering in the sunlight with a cold and dazzling light.

The loud horn sounded, that was the signal for the attack, the tall fire-scaled horses slowly approached, the cannon fodder battalion helplessly charged forward, black clouds flew up from the Union army, the rain of arrows fell from the sky, the wails sounded, and countless people pounced.

Behind, the procession on the fire-scaled horses urged the stagnant crowd, and the bloody heads were revealed, and if they did not advance, the heads would fall to the ground. There is a rain of arrows in front and an overseer behind, and it is death to advance, and death to retreat and stagnate to advance. Left and right are death, and there is a glimmer of hope for survival in the future.

"We are a group of people struggling to survive in the cracks!" the bald man led his battalion, rhythmically controlling the speed, still having the leisure to have distracting thoughts, thinking about what Chuan Ting had said.

After rushing through the rain of arrows, it was a hand-to-hand encounter, and the sound of weapons piercing into the flesh came and went.

The results of the training appeared, the bald man led the squad of more than ninety-eight people to move forward steadily, the wounds on his body were also slowly healing behind the fallen enemy, the pain stimulated the nerves, but also released the courage of the person, the smell of blood in the air, did not make people despair, but stimulated people to go crazy, they felt the deliciousness of blood, felt the boiling of their own blood, and the warm current from the weapon made their bodies full of strength. They admired the beautiful red color and enjoyed the feeling of the sword piercing into the flesh.

"Maybe I've unleashed a bunch of demons!" asked Chuanting as he looked at their intoxicated expressions, his thoughts passing through his heart, but a hideous smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

The killing is going on, the war is scorching, the squad with the bald head as the blade is extremely conspicuous, countless enemies have fallen under their knives, the squad members are still full of combat power, countless cannon fodder battalion members are slowly moving closer to this extremely conspicuous squad, survival is everyone's desire, but also survival instinct, here, they see the hope of survival.

The Union army discovered the anomaly here, the pace of advance here was resisted, countless soldiers swarmed over, the people who surrounded them faced a siege, countless people fell, ninety-nine people were still brave, the clothes on their bodies were in pieces, the rough skin opened countless wounds, blood flowed, but the wounds were slowly healing.

No one noticed the anomaly, but the ninety-nine people were in their blood, they felt the change in themselves, and they just wanted to sing loudly. Everyone is suppressing the excitement in their hearts, but they ignore that their own blood is still pouring out.

The war was brutal, merciless, and bloody, and the cannon fodder battalion drained the enemy's strength, and the Overseer's troops behind began to charge on the firescale horses, and the cannon fodder battalion that stood in the way was mercilessly trampled by, and the enemy fell under their blades.

The bloody reality once again shows that the cannon fodder battalion is a group of people struggling in the cracks. Eat the coarsest meals, do the hardest work, carry rudimentary weapons, have no protection, rush ahead, and slash the most dangerous enemies.

The killing is over for the time being, yes, for the time being, this time with the victory of the Fire Scales.

The Firescale Army was named after its mount, the Firescale Horse, well, it was named after the cannon fodder battalion, and as for their original army name, the cannon fodder battalion has no way of knowing.

Ninety-nine people got off the battlefield alive, and everyone was overflowing with excitement, and the joy on their faces could not hide the pale countenance, which was a sign of excessive blood loss. No one cares about this, and being alive is the greatest hope.

The bald battalions suffered heavy losses, or the entire cannon fodder battalion suffered heavy losses, and some battalions had already been wiped out. For losses, baldness does not care, war is cruel, dead are normal.

A team of firescales arrived, the excited went silent, and the bald head was taken away. When they came back, it was already the afternoon of the next day, and they were carried back by the two firescales, thrown at the door of the camp's tent like garbage, and the eyes of the two firescales were cold, without a trace of emotion, as if in their eyes, this was not a group of living people, just a group of dead things, a group of objects that could be discarded at any time.

"Boss...... I didn't say a word......" When I saw Wen Chuanting, a sentence came out of the bald and bloody mouth with difficulty.

"Recuperate with peace of mind!" asked Chuanting to be comforted, but his eyes were cold, looking in the direction of the fire scale military camp. His bald, blood-drenched hands and limp legs filled his heart with anger. He can't be impulsive, and the consequence of impulsiveness is that all the people who are full of hope for life behind him disappear, including him, and even the bald man who has already paid the price.

"There's a chance!" he reassured himself, suppressing his anger.

Wars are becoming more frequent, and blood nourishes the earth. There are fewer and fewer replenishments of cannon fodder battalions.

"Maybe the war is now in the war, and the small tribes are almost gone. Wen Chuanting brandished the knife, but his mind was spinning. The bald squad was still ninety-nine men, and like the other battalions, they had not received any supplements.

They are the team that is the most cared for in the cannon fodder battalion on the entire battlefield, and since they are concerned by both sides, there is no need to hide them, and the main thing is to preserve themselves. There is no strategy, there is no plan, and there is no plan, it's not that there are no smart people, it's just that it's pressed on top, and it's assigned dangerous tasks, the battlefield, where is it not dangerous?