"What our pioneer battalion has to do is very simple, just take the lead."

After Shi Bing finished speaking, he looked at Song Zhan's reaction and found that he was expressionless, so he continued: "When we meet the enemy vanguard, let's go up; When encountering hard stubble, we go on; Encountering the main force of the enemy, we go up; If we encounter an enemy command, then we must take the lead and strive to complete the decapitation of the headquarters. ”

"It's difficult, it's dangerous, but this is the meaning of the existence of our pioneer battalion, if you're lucky, maybe after a battle, the military merits you have accumulated will be enough for you to rise one or two levels."

"Don't be afraid of death, don't be afraid of death on the battlefield, the more you are afraid of death, the faster you die, no matter what you encounter, as long as it is not a friendly army, it is recommended to kill them all, only the dead enemy is a good enemy, understand?"

"Also, the pioneer battalion must obey the command of the superiors, if you don't want to listen, the superiors have the right to directly kill the subordinates, I don't want to see you just come, collect the corpse for you, if you really don't want to listen, then try to live, and wait for the people above you to die, you are the superior, understand?"

Song Zhan nodded, indicating that he had already written it down.

"Okay, enjoy your last quiet moments, starting tomorrow, you officially join the Pioneer Camp, is there any problem?"

Shi Bing said to the end and yelled at Song Zhan.

"Nope!"

Song Zhan also replied loudly.

"Very good, now go and paint your equipment black, you don't have enough strength, and you still wear it so brightly, do you think you've lived too long?"

Shi Bing's wild roar urged Song Zhan, causing Song Zhan to move immediately.

"Who, Ergou, come, wait a minute, take him to get a complete set of equipment, and teach him some experience."

Shi Bing watched Song Zhan leave quickly, directly pointing at the nearest soldier and roaring loudly.

"Yes!"

The warrior, known as Ergou, also responded loudly, and then ran in the direction of Song Zhan.

Under Ergou's explanation, Song Zhan had a deeper understanding of the tasks of the pioneer battalion, and at the same time, he also received a set of special armaments that belonged to him.

A level 15 silver war knife, a golden gourd sledgehammer to break the formation, two daggers, a Great Xia Meteor crossbow that can be fired in three consecutive rounds and enchanted, several scrolls, and finally and most importantly, a dark purple self-detonating magic stone.

When you are about to die or be captured, it is definitely the best choice, and the soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion in the past have agreed.

Song Zhan followed the instructions of Brother Ergou and hung up the weapons one by one on his body, and the time was almost up.

In a military tent, after eating, everyone who was bragging and farting with Song Zhan fell asleep one by one in the whistle, and Song Zhan also clicked offline on his bed.

......

At six o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, the abyss fortress in the early morning was still dark, and Song Zhan stood in the vanguard camp in full gear, following the vanguard battalion of a total of 5,000 people through the city gate towards the big crack outside the city.

It was the battlefield of the Great Xia Zhenyuan Army and the Abyss Invaders, and it was also a terrifying maw that devoured lives.

"Everyone, stay in formation!"

At the front of the 5,000 people, Shi Bing was also wearing a pitch-black battle armor, like a small soldier, using his battle qi and giving orders loudly.

As everyone gradually approached, the raging battle qi and the treacherous and gloomy abyss aura collided and entangled, and Song Zhan only felt that it had become a little difficult to breathe.

The situation here was much more serious than the previous abyss invasion, at least Song Zhan didn't feel this kind of substantial oppression before.

Approaching the crack, the originally flat terrain began to gradually slope downward, and Song Zhan's ears seemed to have a distant earth-shattering shout.

After walking forward for half an hour again, a slanted battlefield with no end in sight came into Song Zhan's eyes.

Countless deformed, chaotic, and crazy creatures from the bottomless cracks of the abyss are like raging waves, wave after wave, constantly impacting the defense line built by countless human warriors on the slope.

At the front of the team, Shi Bing was holding the golden-backed Splitting Mountain Knife, and his momentum exploded instantly, and the deep voice accompanied the battle qi to all directions.

"Zhenyuan Pioneer Battalion, arrive at the battlefield!"

A bright and dazzling signal flare flashed in the distance, and Shi Bing's long knife pointed in that direction and roared: "Blade Array!" Charge the whole army! ”

Five thousand people moved at the same time, using Shi Bing as the front, and launched a charge towards the junction of the battle line below.

Song Zhan was in the middle of the battle array, and he also drew his knife and charged downward.

"Hey, brother, wait a minute, you must remember, don't stop, if you encounter any enemy, you can only slash once, once the speed stagnates, not only you, but all of us around you will die, don't stop!"

Beside Song Zhan, a man in his early thirties yelled at Song Zhan while charging downward.

"Understood!"

Song Zhan also roared back.

At the moment when he was about to make contact, Shi Bing, who was the head of the blade, burst out of the long knife in his hand with a knife qi that was more than three feet long, and slashed down at the monster in front of him.

"Zhen Yuan!"

Behind him, four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Pioneer Battalion soldiers, including Song Zhan, launched Zhen Yuan at the same time, and with a heaven-shattering roar, they rushed towards the front of the battle line.

Flesh was torn apart, blood of all colors gushed out, thick or slender bones were trampled by the boots of the previous servants, crushed into the dirt, mixed with blood and flesh to turn into nutrients for plant growth.

"Hahaha, dog-day reptiles, die to Lao Tzu!"

Crazy laughter came from not far away, followed by a deafening explosion, and the purple light unique to the self-detonating magic energy stone devoured all the monsters in the vicinity of about ten meters.

Song Zhan didn't even glance at it, most of the day had passed since the battle, and he had seen such a scene no less than dozens of times.

Each time it appears, it means that a warrior is in a desperate situation, choosing to end his life with his own hands in the explosion.

The long battle almost made Song Zhan lose his ability to think, he stared closely at the figure in front of him, mechanically swinging his long knife, and constantly slashing and killing the monsters that appeared around him.

When his physical strength was exhausted, he drank the physical strength medicine issued by the army, and his blood volume was insufficient, so he took out three or two mouthfuls of military rations mixed with the blood on his face and swallowed it into his abdomen.

He couldn't remember how many monsters he had slashed, maybe ten, maybe fifty, maybe more.

But without exception, all the monsters that have been cut down cannot die again.

"Death to labor!"

In front of Song Zhan, a man covered in blood slashed at an injured monster, but he didn't want to be dodged by the other party, the man opened his blood-red eyes and was about to come forward to chase and kill.

"Forward!"

Song Zhan suddenly burst into a shout, interrupting his movements, and the man who had come to his senses glanced at Song Zhan gratefully, and charged forward again.

In this case, once he is out of the battle formation, then the only thing that awaits him is death.

The monsters in the abyss seem to be endless, the Zhenyuan army has never retreated, and the battle of the pioneer camp has never stopped, Song Zhan's crossbow arrows have been shot empty, there is only one dagger left, the golden gourd hammer has been left in the head of the unknown monster, and the long knife in his hand has been replaced by a standard broadsword.

The figures in front of him have changed batch after batch, and the comrades-in-arms behind him have also changed batch after batch, but everyone is fighting bloodily and never stopping.