Whining...... Whining...... Whining......

On the third day, before dawn, Wushan was still asleep, and was awakened by the low and vast sound of the horn.

It's the rallying call!

War is here again!

"General......

The deputy general Wei Crossbow opened the tent curtain and just wanted to open his mouth to urge Wushan, but after the deputy general Wei Crossbow entered the tent, he found that Wushan had finished wearing armor and was ready to go.

"Let's go!"

Without waiting for the deputy general Wei Xuan to speak, Wu Shan had already stepped out of the tent first.

Flying on the horse, the hand Chinese qi surged, the spear was upside down, Wushan clamped the horse's belly, the front hooves of the war horse were raised, and the body rushed out.

The deputy general Wei Crossbow behind him was also very neat, and he was also a horse's belly, following closely behind Wushan.

This time, no general came out to speak, and as soon as the troops were assembled, they immediately marched quickly and drove into the depths of the wasteland.

As soon as Wushan rode a horse and led the team out of the barracks, a herald had already arrived.

"The general has an order, your forward battalion rushed to the west of the large army twenty miles to rescue the hundred-man scout squad of our army that was being chased and killed."

"Return to the general, the forward battalion has been ordered, go immediately!"

The herald turned his horse's head and went back to his life, and Wu Shan took a deep breath and raised his spear.

"Order, turn around and march westward, march quickly, twenty miles ahead of the target!"

"Yes!"

The deputy general Wei crossbow clamped the horse's belly and ran from beginning to end, and Wushan, their thousand-man forward battalion, broke away from the large team and marched to the west.

Wushan on horseback, you can guess what happened without asking.

From the bloody confrontation between the two scouts on the wasteland in the past two days, we knew that the battle would become more and more intense.

From the very beginning of the contact between the scout singles, to the battle between the scout multi-player, and then to the confrontation between the large scout teams, the two sides have damaged each other, and the damage has made both the enemy and the enemy angry, and a little anxious.

Now, the main forces of the two sides have become intertwined on the frontal battlefield, and both sides are sending reinforcements to the major waiting teams in an attempt to reduce the damage, or increase the damage of the other side.

Wu Shan looked ahead, it was the darkest hour before dawn, and the faint light of the fire in the distance gave Wu Shan their purpose and courage.

In order not to make the team a conspicuous target in the darkness, Wushan did not light the torches, nor did they light the spiritual lanterns that had been blessed by the spirit of Wenqi.

Wushan They felt the darkness and rushed forward.

Getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, Wushan had already seen clearly, the hundred people waiting for the team, at this moment, there were only half of them left, and behind them, there were more than two hundred barbarians riding wild bulls and beasts.

"Ignition!"

"Large scythe array, ready!"

"Military formation, open!"

Wu Shan's order was conveyed in an instant, because these three sentences of command Wu Shan were blessed with Wen Qi.

喤喤喤......

Torches were lit, spiritual lamps were lit, and the blood-red power of qi and blood was blessed, so that the scout team in front of them saw the hope of life in an instant.

"It's reinforcements!"

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

"Quick, go over and meet them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them and avenge your brothers!"

“……”

When the scout team saw Wushan and their team, they cheered and quickly rushed to this side.

And behind them, the two hundred barbarian bull beast war horses, after hesitating for a moment, formed a death harvesting line and slaughtered them.

Because they clearly saw that the team led by Wushan was infantry, this group of barbarian scouts was not surprised and was ready to harvest a wave.

Wu Shan raised his spear and shouted.

"Scythe formation, ready, up!"

The sickle array composed of sickles and guns fought against the alien beast cavalry, and Wushan had no confidence in victory.

But Wu Shan knew that if it weren't for the tight war, the general would not have sent their group of infantry to carry out a rescue mission.

Since the order has been issued, it means that your side is at a disadvantage on the frontal battlefield.

Wu Shan, with his lieutenant general and ten squad leaders, came to the rear of the sickle formation and watched the approaching scouts of our army and the enemy army.

"What's the joy of life, and what's the pain of death?"

Wu Shan held his spear high, blessed his temperament, and shouted this sentence, which constantly stimulated the morale of the soldiers.

"Sacrifice my body and kill the enemy in blood!"

As soon as the word kill came out, the giant sickle array in the thousand-person camp was completely formed.

"Exorcise the barbarians, only I am invincible!"

Wu Shan had already come to the back of the scythe array, and behind all the soldiers, Wu Shan's voice was extremely loud, as if he was standing in the ears of all the soldiers and shouting.

"May my human race live forever!"

"Open it for me!"

Rumble!

In the middle of the thousand-person scythe formation, he suddenly made way for a passage and let his scout team in.

After the last person came in, from the front to the back, the scythe array was formed again.

"All of you and the others have been recruited by the general, listen to my orders, and charge with me to kill the enemy in a while!"

Wu Shan's words fell on the ears of every scout, and these scouts were human spirits, and they all turned their horses' heads and gathered behind Wu Shan.

At the same time, the Wild Bull and Beast War Rider is getting closer and closer.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

“……”

Nearly 1,000 people shouted, murderous.

In just an instant, the alien beast beast warhorse scout and the giant scythe array collided together.

Boom Boom Boom ......

People turn on their backs, scythes cut horizontally, strange beasts roar, spears and broadswords meet, and flesh and blood fly.

In just one round, the thousand-person scythe formation was scattered, but it also thwarted the sharp spirit of the barbarian beast cavalry at once.

Wu Shan raised his spear and roared in a low voice.

"Kill!"

The twelve horsemen of Wushan's department, plus more than fifty horsemen of the scout team, launched a wave of counter-charge.

It's a killing, it's a symphony of flesh and blood.

Although Wushan was shouting, advancing, and killing the enemy, his comrades still fell one by one.

The spirit spear in Wushan's hand crossed and opened and closed.

Soul Locking Silk flies on the battlefield, saving people, tying up, and being extremely flexible.

The battle was in full swing, and even the heirloom spiritual treasure [Mohai], which was conceived in the chest Chinese Qi Dou, was sacrificed by Wushan to smash the barbarians.

It is precisely because of the help of the heirloom spirit treasure [Mohai] that every time it falls, there are barbarians who are smashed into mud.

Wu Shan, and all his subordinates, as well as the surviving scout squad, they are bravely and repeatedly charging and killing!

Kill!

There is only killing in sight!

There is only killing in my heart!

Kill until none of the barbarians stand, it's over!!

……

I don't know how long it took, but when dawn came, a ray of sunlight shone on Wushan, who was scattered in a cloak.

Blood flowed all over the ground in small streams, and corpses were everywhere on the ground.

At this time, Wushan's armor was shattered, his back was cut open by an axe, and the wound was deep and bone-invisible.

Before the big plate axe, someone was cut in half and split in two.

It was Wushan's lieutenant Xiaoqi, Wei Xuan.

It's the brother who doesn't talk much and loves to eat burnt beast meat, and the old brother who is extremely down-to-earth.

Such tragic situations are not only in front of you, but also everywhere around.

On the battlefield, more than half of the soldiers in Wushan were killed, and there were less than 200 people left.

Four of the ten squad leaders were killed in battle, and the deputy general of the thousand-man battalion was killed in battle.

Of the more than 50 people in the scout team, only about 20 remained.

In exchange, it was to completely annihilate the two hundred and twelve barbarian beast war horse scouts.

Wushan's chest Chinese qi has long been exhausted, and a little bit of recovery can be used, but Wushan's bit of temperament is a drop in the bucket for the entire battlefield.