The remnant sun was like blood, and a mighty army of nearly a million on the Mangyuan slowly moved forward eastward, and the front and rear of the team were all black armor and black armor sergeants, and their steps were uniform. The hundreds of thousands in the middle were gray cloth clothes, which were messy and dragged the team dozens of miles long. Xiao Tian was at the top of the gray team, because he was the youngest of them, only fifteen years old, and he was considered a fresh blood in this group of old, weak, sick and disabled slaves. The gray group of slaves walked in the middle of the line to ensure the speed of the march and to prevent escape. Otherwise, if you look at those yellow-faced and trembling old men, they account for most of the gray team, not so much to fight, but as if they were escorted to the execution ground.

It is now 9874 AD, Xiaotian's team belongs to a big country called Chiye in the Dongzhou Continent, this country is a super power in the Dongzhou Continent, in recent years, there is a great ambition to unify the Dongzhou, you see the black banner in the sky, a long silver spear fluttering with black spear tassels hunting in the sunset, who can resist such an army?

As night fell, the procession stopped to rest, and the black procession seemed to slowly blend into the night, there were no tents and no campfires, and there was only one lunch time a day on the journey, and Xiaotian was already hungry, because their slaves could only eat some grass and leaves during the march, and collect them themselves at noon. The team doesn't care whether these gray-clothed slaves can get up every day or not, they will be thrown on the side of the road and let them rot when they fall, and they can or go to the battlefield to rush to the front to be cannon fodder, and there is not much left after the first battle. Xiao Tian was paralyzed on the ground next to others, looking up at the sky tiredly, the stars were dotted overhead, his thoughts entered the ethereal, and he didn't even seem to have the strength to think and turn over. What's the use of thinking, tomorrow may be turned into a pile of dust on the battlefield, and this life like an ant will come to an end.

In his trance, Xiao Tian dreamed of his mother, his father was killed in the war at a very young age, he and his mother depended on each other in a small ravine, and his mother only taught him two things since he could remember, to be righteous and to be upright. He was honest and practiced the words of his mother, when he was nine years old, a twelve-year-old wild child bullied his eight-year-old companion, he rushed forward without hesitation, and finally was beaten together with a blue nose and swollen face, and the two of them went home to find their mother together. When he was 12 years old, he saw an eight-year-old child bullying a six-year-old child, and he rushed out again to administer justice, only to be smashed on the forehead by an eight-year-old child with a stone, leaving the sequelae of a headache. His mother did not survive until he grew up, and died of illness when he was 14 years old. Helpless, he walked out of the small mountain village, sold himself into slavery, and finally sold a few coins of copper plates to the army of the east a few months ago to occupy the Bianji Kingdom in the east of the Chiye Kingdom. Maybe tomorrow Xiaotian will finish this insignificant life......

The first rays of sunlight in the east spread, the sound of long antlers blew, and the whole team immediately came to life, and began to cook and eat, and the slaves also rushed to the grove next to them, and swept away the leaves and all the green living things on the ground, and ate for the last time, as long as it could be chewed, it should be tasted, and even the small insects on the ground were stuffed into people's mouths, and the more in the end, people were more attached to life, didn't they, thinking that those slaves who lay on the ground and did not get up had already completed their journey, if it were not for fear of eating and getting sick, it was very likely that they would also be eaten alive。

When the sun shone overhead, Akano's army finally stood opposite Bianji's army, and the opposite Bianji country also recruited about 500,000 troops to compete with Akano. The army of green armor and green armor in all colors seems to be a little resolute, although there is almost no chance of winning, but in this world of the weak and the strong, if you don't live, you die, and there is nothing you can do.

Catching up with the Bianji team, hundreds of thousands of people in the front of the Akano army immediately spread out in a fan shape, the black front troops were scattered on both sides, the gray slave troops in the middle became the vanguard, and the rear hall became the Chinese army, this is Akano's consistent tactics, the main general is in the knight troops of the Chinese army, although there are only tens of thousands of people, the knight troops of tens of thousands of people are the soul of the entire army, because they ride an animal called a squirrel, this animal is fast, the most terrifying thing is that it is born with the instinct to swallow alive, especially after seeing blood, as if it can swallow all animals, up to one meter six body, which is daunting。

The two armies waved their flags against each other, first by the gray slave troops to assault forward, hundreds of thousands of gray slaves only took a short spear more than one meter long and rushed up, at least in the eyes of the Bianji army, the group of slaves in Chiye is sparse and disorganized, undoubtedly sent to death, in the hearts of these slaves, how can this not be the feeling, looking back is the terrible squirrel with sticky saliva, green bloodthirsty eyes. Ahead was a green spear, Xiao Tian's eyes seemed to have a hallucination, and the green army on the opposite side was like the woods that the slaves ate every day, and they rushed even harder.

In the face of this group of slave troops, the Bianji troops equipped with spears were a little stunned, they were here to send them to death! When the first line was twenty meters apart, the slaves began to throw the short spears in their hands forward, some like javelins, some like sticks, because many of them were already hungry and had no strength, and even ran and fell and other people behind them trampled to death, but there were still a large number of Bianji troops who were pierced to death, and the slaves who lost their javelins still rushed forward by inertia, and there were no weapons in their hands, and they were worn on the spears of the Bianji sergeants like sugar gourds, and they fell down in pieces.

Xiao Tian threw his javelin in the team and also went towards the green woods, biting the leg of one of the other soldiers like a vicious dog rushing towards his own food, and then the soldier fell, and the two of them were trampled by the crowd behind, feeling that their eyes were dark, and they felt that they were dead and knew nothing.

Only an hour later, the gray slave charge was finished, hundreds of thousands of people fell in a pool of blood, only a little damage to the Bianji troops, less than a tenth, the battle continued, the Red Field Army command flag waved, the final charge began, there were still about 600,000 black troops, with a cruel breath of death, like a black tide rushing towards the green fields. The Bianji troops regrouped, raised their spears and rushed up.

The two armies fought, tens of thousands of squirrel cavalry, under the bloody stimulation of hundreds of thousands of front, became more and more violent, crazy biting plus the knight's spear, the reaper's green Bianji team, only to see a black river rolling back and forth in the green army, nothing could stop it, the red field sergeant had long been accustomed to this cold one-sided strangulation, the more he fought, the more brave he became, and the green Bianji army had no way to retreat, who could escape the speed of the hamster knight? Even if he was desperate, he could only see his life in front of him, this was the feeling of Sergeant Bianji......

When the sun set again, the slaughter gradually ended, the heat scorched the earth began to cool, the blood everywhere had solidified, and only the black, green, and gray colors of nearly a million corpses in the wilderness proved the brutality of this day. Xiao Tian actually woke up, such a battlefield is not cleaned, how can there be energy to clean up these worthless corpses under the battle. He peeled off the three green corpses pressed on his body, and found that he had sucked the blood of the Bianji people who were biting dry, and the instinct of hunger in the coma made him drink the blood as food, this is life, and when he was awake, he knew that his own kind were not edible, and what could he do in a coma? Not to mention the killing battlefield. He got up and took off a set of military uniforms from a Akano sergeant and put it on his body, instinctively making him feel that since he was not dead, he would have to live, and continued to wear this gray slave clothes, no matter what, it was a dead end, and the Akano army had already entered Bianji City, which was dozens of miles away. If he wants to return to Chiye Country, he needs to walk thousands of miles back, and he can't finish it at all, and he can only feed wild beasts alone in the desolate wilderness. Xiao Tian got dressed and picked up his spear, and crawled out of the corpse squad, he needed to enter Bianji City and find the Akano army to survive.

A pair of hands hugged Xiao Tian's thighs, this is a wounded Bianji soldier, he is seventeen or eighteen years old, he was torn apart by a squirrel, his blood was going to drain and he didn't die, he was also pressed by other corpses, when Xiao Tian passed by, he instinctively hugged him tightly, and he didn't know if he was trying to survive** , or the instinct to kill the enemy, Xiao Tian couldn't break free from these hands, two equally immature faces, confused and clear eyes, only a teenager's age, let them meet in this bloody killing hell, Xiao Tian didn't know what to do for a while, he couldn't save this person whose blood was drained, and he couldn't break free from his hands, he was also weak and had no strength. Xiao Tian's heart longs to let him live, this is his mother's concept of integrity that taught him, the integrity of life, but if it goes on like this, Xiao Tian will also die, he saw the unwillingness in the other party's eyes and a deep attachment to life, ten minutes later, Xiao Tian finally made a decision, got up and picked up the spear and stabbed the back of the Bianji soldier fiercely, the man stopped struggling in pain trembling, Xiao Tian was also trembling all over, this was the first time he went to destroy a life, almost exhausted all his strength, not when he was stabbing the gun, but the inner struggle made him feel that his life had been exhausted, and even the last value in his heart was gone。

Xiao Tian parted the man's hands and struggled to walk in the direction of the edit, the black night made the black Xiao Tian disappear inside, maybe the blood was too thick, even the beasts that often haunted did not dare to come out to wander, Xiao Tian walked to the place where he could see Bianji City and fell down again, he couldn't enter the city, he would definitely be shot and stabbed to death when he approached the city gate at night like this