At this time, Mo Cong was in a small arc circle, participating in the battle of gathering and destroying the enemy's siege troops.

This afternoon, Mo Cong finally saw what the real battlefield was.

The real battlefield is not the galloping and high-spirited as imagined, but the blood and flesh splashed in front of you, and the corpses are everywhere.

When they first came out of the city gates, many of the recruits vomited when they saw the severed heads all over the ground. One of them even fainted while spitting.

Mo Cong was in the middle of it, and he was also dizzy and his stomach twitched, but he just endured it and didn't vomit. And I don't know what the reason is, the true qi in Mo Cong's dantian also has some signs of instability. These true qi are obediently accepting Xiao Dan's absorption, but today they are inexplicably a little agitated.

Of course, Mo Cong is a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and he has survived the stormy waves after eating the red spirit fruit by mistake, and this little drumming is not even a drizzle to him at this time. It's just that this feeling is really a little strange, it's really infuriating, it's something that hasn't happened in years.

Mo Cong felt the true qi in his body while resisting the urge to vomit. Just as he was feeling uncomfortable, he heard someone shouting "rush", and he rushed out in a daze.

After a few steps, dozens of feather arrows immediately flew from the oblique thorns, and more than a dozen steel knives had already been slashed off their heads. The sound of the golden blade breaking through the sky was strong and dense.

Without thinking, Mo Cong pulled out the knife from its sheath and swung it vigorously.

Jingle bell.

The Xianbei cavalry who were besieging Mo Cong saw a flash of silver light fly out of his waist, and all the feather arrows were removed at once. With a series of dense sounds, all the steel knives also flew towards the diagonal side in unison, and... His own head seemed to fly.

"Lie down, who is this so powerful?"

"I don't know, it seems to be from the Leopard Camp, right?"

"Look at his armor. Such a bullish person is just a small flag? I'm not blind, am I?"

......

Behind Mo Cong, a group of veterans of the Swiss Kingdom were talking.

"That, Brother Xiaoqi, don't rush so hard, wait for us. Someone shouted.

"Brother Mo Cong, slow down. "This is the voice of the thunder leopard.

Mo Cong was stunned for a moment, looked left and right, and found that everyone else was behind, but he was the first to fall into the encirclement. What's more, there was a large piece of headless corpses on the horses around him, and his own saber was drenched in blood.

I killed all these people?

His hands couldn't help but tremble, and with a whoosh, he finally spit out.

"Be careful!" exclaimed from behind him.

Fight for your life on the battlefield, either you die or I live. At such a critical juncture, Mo Cong actually ran into the enemy's camp and vomited. Stunned a group of veterans.

Well, this little flag really has a surname, even if it is spit, it has to choose a different location from others. It's really off the beaten path.

Everyone was thinking.

Fortunately, Mo Cong didn't rush too far. The enemy in front of him had just rushed towards him through the crowd of dead bodies, and the comrades behind him had already rushed closer. The two forces collided, and Ping Pong fought wildly.

"Brother, are you alright?" asked a veteran of the Tiger Battalion who stood in front of Mo Cong, slashing down an enemy with a knife and looking back.

"No... Ahem... It's okay. Thank you, big brother. Mo Cong vomited for a while, and his mind gradually became less dizzy. He looked up and saw a heavily armored cavalryman defending himself in front, and said gratefully.

"Haha, I'm going to the front. You can vomit for a while, I was like this the first time I went to the battlefield, and then I got used to it. The veteran smiled kindly, lifted the reins of his horse, and rushed to the front with the ranks of heavy cavalry to open the way, leaving Mo Cong in place.

After the Tiger Camp queue passed, it was the Leopard Camp queue, Lei Leopard rushed to the front first, looked at Mo Cong with a pale face, and asked, "Didn't you hang the lottery?"

"Nope. Mo Cong was embarrassed.

He has always been so strong, and when he first left the city, he endured it and didn't vomit, but he ran to the enemy's side and vomited in full view of everyone. He felt that he was embarrassed and went to his grandmother's house, and he was a little embarrassed to look at Lei Leopard.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, haha!" Lei Bao smiled: "In this way, you quickly find your own team and take care of the ten recruits with you." You have to be safe yourself. ”

"Okay!" Mo Cong nodded.

In this encirclement operation, each arc of the Swiss army was made up of a mix of various battalions and arms. Each branch of the armed forces is based on the original brigade as a unit, with a thousand people in a formation, and cooperates with other arms to fight. The formation of the Leopard battalion has been divided into three, and it is scattered among a group of heavy cavalry and lancers.

Soon, Mo Cong and the ten recruits of his squad converged in one place.

"Wow, Mo Xiaoqi, you were so fierce just now. ”

"Yes, one person dares to rush to the middle of dozens of enemies, and it is too powerful to kill so many people and still be able to retreat with all his body. ”

The minions worshipped.

Mo Cong didn't know what to say. He was completely an emergency response at a life-and-death moment just now, and when he made a move, he didn't leave room at all like the usual fighting. Although he didn't use his true qi just now, his own strength was unreserved. He was a little surprised to kill so many people with just one swing of the knife.

Fortunately, Mo Cong kept spitting and spitting after he was powerful, and Mo Cong in everyone's eyes was completely a rookie recruit with great strength but no battlefield experience at all, so the knife just now did not arouse too much suspicion.

While a few people were talking, Tan Xingyu passed by, glanced at Mo Cong, and scolded: "Hmph, Mo Cong, don't just care about yourself." Now it's a group charge, a team battle, don't cause everyone to mess up in order to save you, and don't embarrass our Leopard Battalion Ninth Brigade anymore, you know?"

Making Mo Cong unhappy anytime and anywhere is Tan Xingyu's greatest happiness in the past few days.

"Got it. Mo Cong replied lazily, and then led ten recruits to merge into the charging team.

Soon, the second arc of the Swiss army has been completed. The 30,000 Swiss Iron Cavalry quickly compressed inward from the front and flanks of the enemy army under the rain of swords and arrows.

The surrounded Xianbei cavalry numbered more than 20,000 people, and they quickly gathered their troops to launch a counterattack.

The two [***] teams collided like two huge waves, and in an instant, they splashed bloody waves.

Mo Cong was in the middle of it, first swished a few enemies with his bow and arrows, and when he got close, he drew his saber and slashed.

During the period of charging, the comrades-in-arms around Mo Cong were hit by arrows from time to time, and the recruits of Mo Cong's team unfortunately sacrificed one. Seeing that the person who was still talking to him just now became a corpse in the blink of an eye, Mo Cong felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

This feeling is not fear, but resentment, and blood boiling.

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