Song Simiao paid all her attention to the front.

Those demon clans seemed to be tireless, and they attacked them again and again, originally holding here, it was not difficult for the 232nd regiment, but the other party didn't know where to draw troops, which caused the balance to tilt.

"Liu Da, you take two hundred people, move to the left flank, occupy a high point and launch an attack."

"Yes!"

"Lang Chengjun, you take two hundred people, ambush on the right flank, wait for the next wave of attacks, you take a surprise and break up the opponent's formation as much as possible!"

"Order!"

As the commander of the 232nd regiment, Song Simiao can still be orderly at the moment, but this time after fighting, even if he commanded properly, he still lost half of the people.

The original 2,000 people, now it's tight, it's tight, it's tight, it's just about 1,000 people.

However, Song Simiao also used these 1,000 people to replace the opponent's strength of almost 2,005.

In this situation, it is already very difficult to do this step, as long as this battle is won, then Song Simiao's merit book will definitely leave a strong mark.

But as a qualified general, Song Simiao didn't think it was a glorious thing, he only had one thought in his heart.

There are a thousand brothers, and I can't bring them back by myself.

Moreover, because a thousand people have been lost, the difficulty of the defense will also increase by one level in the future, just like ten people can hold a place for ten hours, it does not mean that one person can hold one hour.

This is not an easy math problem.

"Commander, why don't we quickly call the brothers of the 101st Regiment over!" A man covered in blood rushed to Song Simiao and said.

Song Simiao looked at him, her lips moved, but her eyes were a little complicated.

Although Zhou Ziyi did not send someone over to inform the news, he was still aware of the situation behind him.

The pressure faced by the people of the 101st Regiment is no less than theirs, but Song Simiao has no choice but to withdraw troops to support the other party now, what he can do is to trust Zhou Ziyi and entrust the back of the 232nd Regiment to the other party.

And Zhou Ziyi actually made the same choice.

"They...... Have your own things to do. Song Simiao was silent for a moment, but still spoke.

In fact, Song Simiao could not give any explanation to his subordinates at this time.

But he couldn't.

He was also worried that the 232nd Regiment was facing such a difficult challenge, but he still thought that the 101st Regiment was now idle and resting, and there would be complaints in his heart.

Even if they are soldiers of the Demon Slayer Army, they are all people, not machines, and they also have their own ideas, even if they are willing to believe in their comrades.

Hearing this, the other party wisely did not continue to ask, but nodded firmly.

The shouts continued.

Song Simiao raised his head, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and after a long time, he grinned.

He no longer remembered the year he joined the Demon Slaying Army, nor did he remember how many regiments he had traveled, but he felt that the people around him had changed and changed, and many people were obviously still drinking and talking about each other yesterday, and they couldn't find each other after a night.

Song Simiao has never been afraid of death, what really scares him is that familiar people leave one by one, many times he woke up from nightmares, in the dream he looked around, saw unfamiliar faces, he shouted those familiar names, but never got a response.

Slowly reining in his emotions, Song Simiao raised his head again and looked ahead, his eyes were bright and he had never been afraid.

Carrying a weapon, he slaughtered the demon beast in front of him, and the blood of the demon beast splashed on his face, and he laughed three times and said happily!

The two shape-shifting demons next to him launched an offensive against him, Song Simiao suddenly turned his face, the true qi in his body rolled, and his blood boiled.

"It's good to come!"

After that, a knife fell, cutting off the arm of one of the shapeshifting demons, and listening to the other party's heart-rending screams, Song Simiao felt that this was the most beautiful and pleasant symphony in the world.

Song Simiao didn't know how long the 232nd Regiment could hold out with its current state and personnel, but as long as she could still carry the knife, there would still be suspense in this war, and as long as she was alive, the goddess of victory did not smile at herself.

Shekou Road.

Wu Ning carried a white horse spear and killed three rounds, he rushed into Shekou Dao again and again, and returned again and again with injuries, almost no expression could be seen on his face, completely incarnated as a killing machine.

When Wu Ning turned back again, Zhou Ziyi suddenly stopped him.

"Hurt?"

Wu Ning was stunned, then he lowered his head and looked at his waist, not knowing when he was broken by the monster's sharp claws.

He smiled at Zhou Ziyi and waved his hand again.

"I don't know when, I didn't feel any pain, a small injury."

"Bandage it first."

"No, no, no."

"Nonsense! Hurry up and bandage it, it won't be delayed for long. ”

Looking at Zhou Ziyi's serious expression, Wu Ning was silent for a while, but still nodded.

Zhou Ziyi took out a roll of white cloth, smeared it with gold sore medicine, and carefully wrapped it around Wu Ning's waist.

"Commander, hurry up, there's still waiting for me to go back, they can't bear it." Wu Ning frowned and said.

Zhou Ziyi is a veteran, he has become a good doctor after a long illness, and the other party should be so familiar with the trivial matter of bandaging the wound that he can't be more familiar with it.

The other party is now looking slowly and leisurely, obviously trying to buy him a little time to rest.

It's just that for Wu Ning, this is not needed at all.

He felt that he was still in good shape, but he was also afraid that he would rest too much, but he would not be able to slow down.

Zhou Ziyi lowered his head and shouted: "Hurry a few, what's the hurry?" Young people are frizzy. ”

Wu Ning scratched his head and didn't dare to say anything.

"I remember, when you came to slay the demon army, you wanted to sharpen yourself, but also to avoid the enemy, when are you going to go back to take revenge? I'll go with you then. ”

Wu Ning was stunned.

He thought about it for a moment and chuckled.

"Revenge still has to be avenged, to be honest, regimental commander, if you hadn't said it, I would have forgotten about it."

"Oh?"

"When I first came to the Demon Slayer Army, I was a little uncomfortable, I just used this place as my own testing ground, and I always wanted to break through quickly and make myself stronger, but gradually, I already fell in love with this place." Wu Ning said with a smile, "As for revenge...... I've been waiting for so long, and I don't seem to be in such a hurry. ”

Listening to Wu Ning's words, Zhou Ziyi was silent for a long time, and said softly: "To be honest, your revenge may not be able to be avenged." We may all have to die here today. ”

"Oh......"

"Scared?"

"Well, I'm scared."

Zhou Ziyi raised his head and looked into Wu Ning's eyes.

Wu Ning took a deep breath, turned his face to look at Shekoudao, carried a spear, and rushed over again.

"Commander, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that the demon army will lose, and the demon army will ...... Can't lose. ”

Zhou Ziyi was slightly stunned, looked at Wu Ning's back, and scolded with a smile.

After a long time, he counted the number of people, and then looked in the direction of the 232nd regiment, which was still in full swing.

"The 232nd regiment hasn't lost yet, and the 101st regiment has to hold out to the end." Zhou Ziyi's eyes were firm.

No matter which side of the 232nd Regiment or the 101st Regiment loses first, the other side will fall into an outflanking attack and will be dead.

The 232nd Regiment held on, and the 101st Regiment also held on again.

"Special, kill! We can't lose to the 232nd regiment! After shouting this voice, Zhou Ziyi led people to rush into Shekou Road.

Wu Ning's performance is still very fierce, he always rushes to the front, the spear in his hand sweeps again and again, in this narrow environment, the spear in his hand also plays as much as possible.

There was only one thought in his heart, if he killed two more, the robes behind him would have a better chance of surviving, and the pressure they faced might be a little smaller.

Even if it was only a small contribution, Wu Ning was also satisfied in his heart.

Even so, the 101st regiment still seems to be overstretched in the face of the menacing demon army, they want to drag each other, the only way is to fill it with human lives, one by one take out the spirit of not being afraid of death, they fall, the people behind them step on their corpses and rush up again, the spear is thrown, then pick up the boulder and roll down condescendingly, if there is no boulder left, use the flesh and blood to fill it.

Once again, the attack of the demon clan was defeated, and the other party retreated, Zhou Ziyi gasped and led people out of Shekoudao.

The rest of the 101st regiment, everyone had only two words on their faces: numbness.

Kill an opponent, or, be killed by an opponent.

There is no third option.

In such a war, they don't even have time to grieve for their deaths.

Zhou Ziyi stood up straight, originally wanting to hurry up and count the number of people, but when he looked around, he felt that there was no need for this.

In addition to the injuries and illnesses that have already been hit hard, there are only fifty or sixty people who really have combat effectiveness.

Zhou Ziyi took a few steps forward, suddenly stopped, and turned his face to stare at a thin man.

He doesn't look very old, only twenty years old, and in the previous battle, he had already lost half of his calf in Shekou Dao.

Now, he is pale because of excessive blood loss.

"Go, lie down."

"Commander, I'm fine, you see, I can stand!" As he spoke, the young man threw out the wooden stick used for support, and the golden rooster straightened his waist with difficulty, but his eyes were a little dizzy, and his body began to sway from side to side, Zhou Ziyi stretched out his hand and supported him.

"Obedient, go lie down."

"Commander, I'm not dead yet." The young man gritted his teeth and said viciously, "My bones are hard, I can't lie down!" ”

Zhou Ziyi looked at him steadily, was silent for a long time, and finally laughed.

"Okay, wait a minute, continue to follow Lao Tzu Chong, if you can get up, you can rush!"

"Yes!" The young man wiped his tears and shouted, "Kill them all!" ”

Zhou Ziyi turned around, the cold wind rested on his face like a knife, and there was a fishy smell in the air, he looked at a raised high point, and then called the signalman, took out a copper bell weighing about fifty catties from the storage space, which was still stained with mottled blood, and threw two copper hammers over.

This is also a magic weapon, created by soldiers and formation masters, and its name is the Death Battle Bell.

"Ring the bell, fight to the death!" Zhou Ziyi roared angrily, like a mad lion.

"Ring the bell, fight to the death!"

Immediately.

The thick and crisp sound of the bell echoes in the mountains and forests, and the sound spreads for hundreds of miles.

Some people died, but not completely......