At first, the two were just hand-to-handed, and they didn't fight badly. Aya had been training in secret for a month, with high morale and flexible skills. But Gna is a death row prisoner, with great strength and ruthlessness, so that Aya, who is still a big child, can't take advantage.

But if you are entangled in close quarters, you can't use the body method. After a few punches, Aya let Gna hold him closely, and both fell to the ground. After rolling and crawling for a while, Xiao Aya was pressed under her and tasted the old punch.

Amos, who heard the news, and the leader of the tenth team, Saimen, hurried over and pulled the players from both sides apart. The barracks brawl was a big mistake, and if Walter the fire ghost knew, he would have to beat the military stick.

But Aya didn't think so, he blew up his chest for defeat. After the beast fighting training, he has become accustomed to killing people with a short sword, and now that he has failed to fight alone with his bare hands, he wants to steal the short sword and go back to take revenge.

Amos knew that Aya was hateful, so he arranged for Colin to guard him alone. But when it came time for the emergency assembly in the evening, he still let him seize the opportunity.

To avoid people's eyes, Amos's Gladiator's Sword was not carried with him, but was placed under his pillow. In the middle of the night, when he heard the emergency assembly order, he jumped up, hurriedly beckoned everyone to come out of the camp, and let Aya draw the short sword away.

After the whole army was assembled, it was another overnight march, and everyone ran around the camp of the dead soldiers for three laps, and it was not until the light of day was over. General Bruce said a few words, and the battalion was disbanded. In the midst of the chaotic flow of people, Aya stared at the sleepy-eyed Gnar.

"Death row inmate, come and die!" Turning the corner, Aya shouted to Gna.

"Stinky fugitive, itchy again!" Gna didn't care, he was going to be hugged and beaten again. He knew that Aya was flexible, so he used brute force to break the trick.

But Aya had a sword in his hand! In the dawn light, the sword flashed, and Gnarang cut his throat. The murderous methods taught by "him" are not something that ordinary people can prevent.

"Murder!" The scene immediately became chaotic, and everyone knew that Bruce's military regulations were strict, and they didn't dare to shout loudly. But Aya got revenge and returned to the barracks of the Nine Squads with satisfaction.

"Give it back!" Aya wiped the blood from the sword and handed it to Amos, looking at the room of his teammates.

"Breakfast first. Amos understood instantly. He took the dagger and tucked it back under his pillow, then added, "Eat more." ”

As you know, this may be Aya's last breakfast. In normal times, there are also many contradictions in the Ninth Squad, and there are constant small frictions. But today's teammates are about to die, and it is rare that everyone did not scold, and they entered the dining hall with one heart. At this moment, there is some sympathy, no matter how you struggle, you are going to die, or cherish the current day.

"Aya, get out of here!" Outside the cafeteria, Simon, the leader of the tenth team, shouted and cursed.

Aya was just about to get up, but Amos held him down, let him continue eating, and walked out by himself.

"My people, eating. Amos blocked the door of the dining hall and squeezed out the thunderous Saimen, "What's the matter, tell me!"

"Aya killed Gna, let him come out and die!" Simon ignored Amos, this guy was too murderous.

"Aya is guilty, and he will be dealt with by military law! You better go back and take care of your own people." Amos resolutely refused to give way, and interrupted Saimen's move to enter the dining hall to arrest people, which made him unable to get off the stage.

"If you dare to shield a murderer, I'll report to General Bruce!" Simon was so mad that he shouted at the door, "By the way, he used your sword, and you are also an accomplice!"

",!" Someone shouted at the members of the ninth squad who were eating, completely annoying the thin Simon. He is also a good team leader, but he is small and not as imposing as others.

The canteen in the camp of the dead is small, and each squad takes turns to eat. The ten-squad has not yet been on the wheel, and his team members have not yet come, and now that the scolding formation is not an opponent, he impulsively wants to get started.

Amos didn't move, and his left leg kicked out like a whip, kicking the rushing Simon on the heel. After the last gladiatorial fight, the deeper his comprehension of the three styles of beast fighting, his every move was swordsmanship. This whip kick doesn't seem to move much, but it is full of strength, and it is the key to grasping the rhythm, and kicking it out the moment the door leaves the ground. If it's a cow, it can kick it off, let alone the skinny Simon.

"Damn, dare to hit me!" Simon was annoyed and angry, he saw the members of the tenth squad coming in the distance, and shouted, "Take the gun and kill these turtle grandsons!"

"Kill!" the 10th squad on fire came up with a gun. Seeing that the situation was not good, Amos stepped back into the dining hall and kicked over the thick dining table, using it as a shield to block the doorway. The other teammates also picked up the stool and the wooden stick to defend themselves, but Aya was holding a rice spoon, not knowing whether she wanted to eat more or use it as a short sword.

"Stop!" Riding a bare horse, the fire ghost Walter hurried to the scene, and shouted to stop him from a distance. But for these fugitives from death row, his shouts were almost none.

After all, after practicing for a period of time, the spear formation of the new Ding of the Dead Soldier Battalion also has a rudimentary form. Simon shouted several times to stab the team, and smashed Amos's thick wooden table. Ten squads are dancing with spears, and they are about to kill them.

"Kill well, eat meat for a while. A small voice came, but everyone heard it like a thunderbolt from the sky, "The dead are chopped into minced meat, and the dead are chopped into ribs!"

General Bruce has arrived!

Like a mouse seeing a cat, the players on both sides who were still aggressive just now immediately stopped and knelt down respectfully. These death row inmates are not afraid of death, but it is better to be afraid of life than death!

"I can't control my own soldiers, pull them down and fight thirty sticks!" Bruce saw that everyone had stopped, and punished Walter first. When you go out to fight, the most taboo is not to have an order, if you are like this, as soon as you run out on the battlefield, you will still be a fart.

After beating the captain of the D team in public, Bruce glanced at the ninth and twelfth squads, and kicked Amos, "I heard that you are very good at fighting, and you are still called Amos? Fight with me today, if you lose, you will all chop up and eat meat, and if you win, spare you from death!"

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this, and Amos was also very surprised. In the barracks, is it the strong who are respected? Everyone didn't notice that Simon was staring at Amos's back with angry eyes, a big living person, who was ignored like this!

"Obey the general's order!" the camp of the dead was jubilant, and Amos dared to really fight, and there was a good show to watch.

Amos decided that this was Bruce's military order and that it had to be completed. Moreover, he does not want to desecrate his honor, but also to maintain the dignity of "him".

What a sword!

The new soldiers of the 800 dead battalions all stared at the two people on the platform.

Amos had only a piece of leather armor on his chest and was armed with a short gladiator's sword. And Bruce was draped all over, wielding a machete.

No one thinks it's unfair, that's the real thing. And some people think that General Bruce can let Amos hold a real sword, which is already a blessing.

Amos's sword walked lightly, and Bruce opened and closed. After only two moves, Amos had no choice but to find that the three styles of "stabbing and flirting" beast fighting were useless on Bruce. The most critical throat and heart are protected by heavy armor, and the slender short sword in the hand cannot be pierced at all. And Bruce got more and more vigorous, and the big knife swung out, driving Amos all over the field.

It's not blues' hypocrisy, it's really a need for actual combat practice. If he does not enter the state quickly, do you still expect the enemy general to show kindness and not kill him? This gladiatorial fight was a warm-up before the battle arranged by him.

It's been a long time since it's been so thrilling, that's what Bruce really thinks. Amos's short sword was out of nowhere, slashing at the heart and throat several times, and would have died several times if it weren't for the strong armor. Bruce wants this feeling, the battlefield horror on the line of life and death. Over the years, he has put Nanshan on horseback, and he really has to let go of his kung fu.

But Amos didn't think so, and Bruce slashed with a sharp sword, making him unavoidable, as if he was standing at the gate of a ghost gate, and was about to fall into the yellow spring. He cleared his mind and focused on trying to figure out Bruce's attack line, carefully dodging the mortal blow.

The battle between slashers in the army is very different from the gladiatorial fight in the beast field. The beast fighter pays attention to small and quick spirit, and the military general must be fierce and accurate, and the two are like butterflies fighting goshawks. Butterflies can only fly between the talons of eagles, but they cannot hurt their opponents.

But in the end, dodging several killing moves, the dexterous butterfly finally tired the goshawk. Amos's mind was empty, and in the tossing and turning, he wrote down the context of Bruce's knife technique, and felt the rhythm of the big knife swing. And Bruce was heavily armored, and after several fierce attacks, his physical exertion was extremely great, and his speed slowed down. In between the change of pace, Amos keenly seized the opportunity, twisted his body to let go of the broadsword, and the sword of the fighter rose up like a viper.

With a "stab", the ghostly dagger swept across Bruce's visor and disappeared from his eyebrows. If it is any lower, it will surely cut into the sight hole of the visor and blind both eyes. Even so, it scared the audience out of a cold sweat. This guy really dares to do it, if he really kills Bruce, what will be the end.

"Report!" A hurried galloping sound came, and the herald hurriedly broke into the camp of the dead soldiers with a high hat on his head with one hand and the reins with the other, "New Girona has fallen, and the camp of the dead soldiers will go out immediately!"

There was an uproar in the camp, and Bruce froze. Amos didn't know the geography of the valley, but Bruce knew it. In less than a month since the start of the war, most of the country has been lost. Even if it were to let the warriors of Selwan stake their ground, it would not be so fast, not to mention that there was a whole legion stationed on the front line.

With the fall of Nova Girona, the enemy army was only a few days away from the capital of Onda Port, and with the dispatch of troops rushing back and forth, it was estimated that the Selwang army had already arrived outside the city of Onda Port.

"The whole army obeys the order, set off immediately!" Bruce stopped fighting, waved his broadsword, and heroically ordered to go out.

It is not easy to go out of the camp of the dead. Food, grass and ordnance are one thing, and these soldiers have to be locked up with iron cables. Every five people were tied up in a string, eating, drinking, and sleeping together, and if one of them escaped, the others would also be beheaded. In front of and behind the team, there is also a supervision team to guard, if there is any abnormal movement, immediately raise the butcher knife. The fire ghost Walter took the position of captain, and was staring at the fire thorn in the back, whoever wants to touch the moldy head must be the ghost under the knife