Hearing the name Huo Ran, Yi Fengmo, Feng Jianjun and others suddenly realized, this is clearly that the prisoner army was hit hard first, and then directly shot to death, and the withdrawal was just a buffer.

And Huo Ran is Gao Xiang Zhenyiguo, another soul-level figure, and also the front-line commander of Gaoxiang Zhenyiguo, who handed over the task of destroying the remnants of the prisoner army to Huo Ran, this soul-level figure, it is difficult for the prisoner army not to die.

With such an understanding, Feng Jianjun did not hesitate any longer, and in order to reduce unnecessary casualties, he directly ordered Fu De to evacuate.

Only two minutes passed, and the four divisions that received Feng Jianjun's order did not pause, they gave up the encirclement and suppression of the prisoner army little by little, and steadily withdrew in all directions.

The prisoner army had the heart to pursue, but it was no longer powerless, so it could only look at the 10,000 men of the four divisions, together with the magic tanks, and withdraw from the battle.

Soon, between the low, gentle hills, the bloody members of the Prisoner Army stood there like sculptures, blood was dripping on their bodies, the tattered wolf fur armor had begun to become tattered, and the scratches left by the energy blade and the scorch marks left by the energy body could be seen everywhere.

"Uh......"

Seeing that the four divisions of Gao Xiang Zhenyiguo withdrew, Xiao Hong, who was standing in the middle of the sea of corpses, covered his abdomen and half-squatted down, only to see that Xiao Hong's chest to the lower abdomen, there was a long wound, although the wound was not deep, but the length was more than 20 centimeters, and the blood was dripping and overflowing.

"Boss, how are you?" Wo Shi, who was standing on the side, saw Xiao Hong like this, asked in a concerned tone, and accurately helped Xiao Hong up.

"Leave me alone, don't stop standing. Go search and rescue our people, quickly!" Xiao Hong looked somewhat weak, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he quickly commanded.

With Xiao Hong's slightly weakened order, and then looking at the members of the Prisoner Army who were still able to move, they scattered one after another, using their last strength to pass through the interactive magic pattern. Search for companions in the vast sea of corpses.

Gives the feeling. It's like a battered beast licking its own wounds little by little.

As for Xiao Hong, he didn't stop, using the healing magic pattern to stop the bleeding from the wound under his chest, and then staggered to his feet. After taking a tattoo pill, Xiao Hong felt a little helpless and sad, looking for the members of the Prisoner Army nearby. There is no doubt that this battle was more or less tragic.

After walking forward for about a dozen steps, Xiao Hong's eyes couldn't help but move. His expression became nervous, only to see Flo lying on the ground covered in blood, motionless, and Wang Jun's whole body was pressed against Flo's body like that. His back was covered with blood, and he couldn't tell the wound anymore.

Such a scene can't help but make Xiao Hong's weak eyes suddenly widen, although he and Wang Jun seem not salty or indifferent on weekdays, but Xiao Hong and Wang Jun are both members of the Jiadu Consortium, and they came to the Xinyi Concentration Camp at the same time, and they have experienced countless hardships together, and this emotion cannot be erased.

"Wang Jun! Wang Jun!" Xiao Hong squatted beside Wang Jun and shouted loudly, his tone trembling slightly.

"Uh......" After a long while, under Xiao Hong's continuous shouting, Wang Jun couldn't help but make such a sound, his fingers moved slightly, and then raised his head weakly and looked at Xiao Hong: "Boss, I'm not dead yet." ”

Seeing such a scene, Xiao Hong felt a lot of emotions in his heart, and at this moment Xiao Hong really wanted to yell a few times to vent his inner roar.

"You damn thing. Xiao Hong said softly, and then gently poked Wang Jun's body.

Looking at Flo under Wang Jun, he is safe and sound, which is a blessing in all kinds of misfortunes.

After nearly 20 minutes of rummaging, all 533 prisoners have been found, of which 11 were unfortunately killed, and the other 151 were seriously wounded, almost all of them had their limbs severed, and the rest were all injured to a greater or lesser extent, and none of them were uninjured. ...,

And the scene in front of him, except for the tragedy, can no longer be expressed in other words, all this may be the price of fate.

Looking at the corpses of the 11 members of the Prisoner Army, the surviving members of the Prisoner Army were indifferent, there were no tears, and their hearts were dripping blood.

It can be said that the prisoner army is different from other armies, everyone has come to this point together through thick and thin, everyone is very familiar, familiar to the point that they don't look up and see each other, just like relatives, the eternal parting of 11 people will undoubtedly leave a huge trauma in their hearts.

This hatred and sorrow are suppressed in my heart.

These 11 people are almost all at the fifth level of the master, which seems to have been verified again, if you want to live, you can only keep getting stronger, what is safety?

"Boss, please give us a good time, we don't want to be a burden. ”

At this moment, Xiao Hong was not far from Xiao Hong, and an extremely weak voice came, and following the voice, one of the members of the Prisoner Army who had both legs broken and only one arm was left, said to Xiao Hong extremely weakly, with despair and pleading in his eyes, and his name was Amy, a Lordanlun.

"No!" Xiao Hong replied very decisively.

"Then I'll do it myself. Amy responded, and little by little, she used her only remaining arm to take out the interactive magic pattern from her waist, and planned to activate the self-detonation function.

The same is true of the other seriously injured beside Amy, who know very well that at this moment, they are gone, they are dead, maybe others will have a chance, otherwise......

Syllable.

Almost when Amy tried to activate the self-detonation function, Xiao Hong had already stepped forward quickly and directly kicked the interactive magic pattern in Amy's hand aside.

"What are you doing? Do you want to disobey?" Xiao Hong's sad eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam and reprimanded.

"Okay, if you want to disobey the order, then come, I will stand in the middle of you now, if you have the ability, you will blow yourself up and take me away!" Xiao Hong then roared loudly.

The seriously injured man was indifferent, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and he held the hand of the interactive magic pattern, trembling constantly.

"Remember, what we said back then, either die together, or change the world, I tell you, you are not a drag, please believe me, as long as we can return to Skyrim Province safely, I promise that you will be restored intact, you can still fight, and I will now make another military rule, as long as one person can return to Skyrim Province alive, please take everyone's corpses with me. Xiao Hong continued, his voice was not loud, but it was full of an indescribable firmness.

The other prisoners didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly.

"In the prisoner army, all the pharmacists obeyed the order, treated the injuries of their companions as quickly as possible, and after an hour, we set off and continued north!" Xiao Hong then issued an order.

Then, seeing that the prisoner army didn't say anything more, they all began to get busy, Xiao Hong did the same, using the 10,000-year ice to seal the wounds of the seriously wounded, and then there were dead companions, setting up a mouth of ice prisons, with endless sadness, sealing them in ice coffins.

As for the iron-legged horses, a large number of them also died, and only about 300 of them were recovered, all of which were used to carry the seriously wounded, and the others relied on the flow pattern or wing pattern for the time being.

After an hour of sorting and treatment, the wounds of the 371 members of the Prisoner Army who are still fighting have been temporarily treated, and fortunately, they brought out a batch of healing magic patterns from the Gasuo region, in addition to the military medicines seized from the looting of military base No. 51.

This time it all came in handy.

This may be the cruelty of war, Xiao Hong still deeply remembers that a few hours ago, they fought side by side with each other, but now they have companions who can never wake up. ...,

In this regard, Xiao Hong didn't dare to think about it, so he could only raise his head covered with blood and set his eyes on the north, the direction of due north.

Soon, after the prisoner army had settled all the seriously wounded and dead companions, Xiao Hong led the scarred prisoner army and embarked on the journey again.

However, this time, the speed of travel has begun to slow down, and many people can only rely on walking in order to save power.

At noon, it had begun to drizzle in the sky, and the sky was full of haze, which undoubtedly added a heavy weight to the prisoner army full of sorrow.

The rain poured on the wounds that had just healed, and there was an endless wet pain, no one was talking, and the prisoner army marching all the way looked somewhat lifeless, the grief of losing their companions, and the bleakness of the future.

Now the only thing that supports them is the last trace of faith in their hearts, and Xiao Hong, who is silently marching at the front of the team.

There is no doubt that this moment is the biggest challenge faced by the Prisoner Army since its establishment, but they are all strong because they are soldiers who crawled out of hell.

"Boss. ”

Just when Xiao Hong was silently marching in front of him alone, the Wo Master, who was holding the Blood Witch Demon Pattern Staff, came slowly to Xiao Hong's side, and whispered: "We just counted it, after so many tragic battles, from the southern hemisphere to the northern hemisphere, our war paint has been consumed a lot, many members, the number of energy strands left in the full moon war pattern is less than two thousand, and even some members, it is less than a thousand. ”

Xiao Hong, who was at the forefront of the walk, naturally understood, what does it mean in this way, is it all out of ammunition?

"Although we picked up a large number of fairly good war paints when we cleaned the battlefield just now, the degree of ease and power are incomparable to the war paints you made before, in other words, if we finish the main battle demon patterns, although we still have the power to resist, but the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Wo Shi then whispered to Xiao Hong.

Nearly one-third of the battle was lost, and the energy of the war paint was exhausted, if fate has always been against Xiao Hong, then this time, fate is undoubtedly going to kill Xiao Hong. (To be continued)