The area is a rolling hilly plain that, when viewed from above, presents a series of winding ravines and rolling hills. The vegetation is lush and flourishes in the summer, and as the breeze blows, the grass and weeds bend and sway at different speeds, like a group of free dancers.

The sky was blue, with the occasional small patch of white clouds flying overhead, like a slow-moving trailing kite. Beneath the surface are clusters of small trees and shrubs that may look sparse, but these plants and their deeply embedded roots and organic matter slowly cover the area, forming a natural barrier.

The ground has a deep and delicate layer of soil, which is permeable and effectively absorbs water and transfers it to trees and crops. In this region, the shapes of these hills are diverse. Some of them resemble arched hills, others resemble crushed earth, and their texture is rich.

The topography of this Hiroshima Plain was formed over the past few thousand years by natural forces, wind, water, fire, and freezing processes. From the highest point in this area, there are some great views.

Under this sunny weather and blue sky, you can take photos of the surrounding panorama at will. The sunrise and sunset here are a splendid natural spectacle, and the afterglow of the setting sun sweeps over all the mountains, and all the creatures seem to come to life in that instant.

At the same time, at night, the starry sky is beautiful, with faint glows shining on the distant skyline.

The army of three hundred people gathered on the hilly plains was closely arranged like a huge armor shell. The soldiers at the front, holding wooden spears, stood firmly on the ground, standing tall and looking into the distance, as if guarding the entire sky.

Behind them, the leading general was heroic, holding his spear in the air, his eyes were determined, as if to declare the invincibility of himself and the legion. Spread out to the left and right, a vast plain stretching into the distance.

The sky in the distance is filled with a blue that echoes the green of the plains, as if to proclaim the grandeur and beauty of the earth. Occasionally, a goshawk in the distance waved its wings high in the air and soared towards the legions of the plain, making a piercing scream, and the whole plain was even more magnificent and agitated.

On one side of the plain, a dense forest can be faintly seen, and the trees stand tall and tall, as if a natural barrier separates the plain from another unknown land. Perhaps, the soldiers of the legion are guarding this plain, protecting this heaven and earth, and guarding a place for themselves and the country to which they belong.

The whole plain is full of passion and determination, as if the legion were a fierce horse galloping on the earth, constantly moving forward and never stopping.

Suddenly, one of the legions in sight moved to the vicinity of the hills, and Kurul, who had been searching for the enemy everywhere, narrowed his eyes and noticed the three hundred legions on the hills.

"Northern deserters?"

The corners of Kurul's mouth curled slightly, the banner in his hand waved, and the soldiers around him moved quickly, and they quickly dispersed, and three hundred cavalry scattered in all directions of the hill, heading towards the top of the hill.

The three hundred Northern Desert soldiers stationed on the top of the hill saw that the Hun soldiers had actually dispersed the formation, and the general Yang Zan did not hesitate to wave the banner and led the three hundred cavalry to kill the leader of Kurul.

"Whew~"

Kurul was silent and quickly waved the flag in his hand, and the soldiers who were rushing up began to retreat quickly no matter which step they took, and the Hun soldiers who were blocking the attack in the northern desert also quickly scattered and fled.

"Rack~"

Kurul quickly rode his horse around the hills, and Yang Zan immediately turned around and chased after him from top to bottom, but after chasing for a distance, he found that something was wrong———— the height of the hills was not high, and the distance to the foot of the mountain was not very far, so it was difficult for him to stop Kurul, who was bent on escaping.

On the contrary, the soldiers of Kurul had been rapidly gathering under his movement.

"Here, kill!"

Yang Zan immediately gave up the pursuit of Kurul and charged towards the place where the Hun cavalry gathered, but as soon as they moved, these Hun cavalry ran away and did not engage them head-on at all.

And by the time they want to fight head-on, it must already be a time when a large number of Hun cavalry have gathered and can compete with them head-on.

Head-to-head confrontation......

"Let's go!"

Yang Zan failed to make an impact, and he had quickly seen the difficulty and elite of this group of Hun cavalry, gritted his teeth, and decisively waved the flag and retreated in other directions with his subordinates.

The Hun army behind dispersed and then reunited, and Kurul, who was the leader, chuckled at the retreating Northern Desert personnel, and immediately waved his flag and followed the trajectory of the Northern Desert behind unhurriedly.

………………

………………

………………

In the other direction of the hunting ground, three hundred Eastern Ronin wandered around under the leadership of the great sword master led by Mu Moto, and suddenly, a hill appeared in the sight of the leader of the big sword man, his eyes narrowed, and he looked up at the sky above the hill, but saw that the three hundred knights who were originally resting on their horses had quickly turned over and gathered into a formation.

"Daqian's soldiers and horses!"

A ronin exclaimed, seeing that such a group of soldiers had already charged towards him in the next moment, he looked at the big sword master Kimoto among the three hundred ronins with some fear and nervousness.

The Great Sword Hero Kimoto's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood the purpose of the soldiers, who were obviously coming for them. He quickly pulled out the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "Don't panic, line up to fight!" ”

The three hundred ronins immediately followed the order and formed a neat sword formation, ready to meet the other party's charge.

Kimoto stood at the front of the sword formation, his sword tightly gripped, his heart full of faith in victory. Although they only had 300 men, they had strong faith and courage, and they would never lose to such a group of soldiers.

However, when the soldiers rushed in front of them, their confidence was somewhat shaken. These soldiers looked like battle-hardened veterans, their eyes were full of murder, and their equipment and weapons were much better than theirs.

"Kill!"

Kimoto shouted loudly and he rushed towards the other party first. Under his leadership, three hundred ronins also began their charge.

However, their charge did not help. The opposing soldiers tore apart their formation like knives cutting tofu, and a rout soon formed.

When Kimoto saw such a scene, his heart was very sad. He knew that they could no longer resist such soldiers. He shouted, "Retreat! ”

The three hundred ronins immediately began to retreat. They quickly fled into the depths of the forest, hoping to use the forest's resources to evade the other party's pursuit.

However, the soldiers of Daqian did not give them such a chance. They followed closely behind, shooting arrows and throwing spears, costing the ronin dearly. In the end, fewer than a hundred ronins managed to escape into the depths of the forest. As they fled, they watched their pursuers fall one by one, filled with grief and despair.

The great sword master Kimoto was also like a knife, and he knew that their plan had failed. Although they are elite samurai from the Great War, their strength is still too weak in the face of a big country like Daqian.

"We can't just give up!"

A ronin ran up to Kimoto's side and shouted loudly. He was a young military general with a determined glint in his eyes.

Kimoto glanced at him, and his heart was also a little shaken. He knew that they couldn't just give up, they had to figure out a way.

At that moment, Kimoto's eyes flashed with determination. He knew that they could not just sit back and wait, and that they had to find a new way out. He gave the young ronin a deep look and said, "You're right, we can't just give up. But we have to come up with a better way. ”

They wandered through the forest, searching for any possible way out. Kimoto thought deeply, he knew that they needed a plan, a plan that could defeat the Great Qian's soldiers. He looked around at these tired and demoralized ronin, knowing in his heart that they needed a leader, a leader who could guide them to victory.

Kimoto began to explain his plan to the young general, his voice firm and powerful. He told them that they needed to use the resources of the forest, their wisdom and courage, to defeat the soldiers. His words lifted every ronin uplifted, and they began to believe in the plan, to believe that they could win the battle.

Kimoto led them and quickly hid into the forest, preparing to use the natural advantages of the forest to divide the soldiers of Daqian, weaken the opponent's advantage, and strengthen his own.

However, the next scene was something they never imagined.

"Bang."

The wooden gun in his hand was smashed out, and a Dongwo ronin who was ready to be one-on-one was stabbed by a wooden spear and fell to the ground and couldn't get up, completely announcing his departure from the battlefield.

In order to avoid too many casualties, each country's hand-held blade has been replaced with a special blade made of wood, as long as the blade is attacked by gravity, the unarmored will exit on the spot, and the armored can be damaged by three armor hits before falling, which is the gap between large and small countries.

For example, the three hundred ronins in cloth clothes can only withstand one shot and will be killed, while the soldiers of the Great Cadre can each take three shots, and then talk about it, this advantage is naturally on the side of the big country.

As for the distribution of armor to countries without armor...... No kidding, how is that possible.

Not much to say, these ronins scattered in the forest thought that they could fight the soldiers of Daqian with the shelter of trees, but what made them feel desperate was that even so, the soldiers of Daqian still easily took them down one-on-one.

'Why are these big soldiers so strong?' ’

Many soldiers were confused and uncertain, but they did not mean to be overly reckless, and after being judged to be dead, they lay on the ground on the spot and did not move, so as to avoid more beatings.

And the remaining Dongwai ronin people were also eaten away one by one in the strangulation of the Daqian soldiers.

"He'll give it to me."

Li Ming looked at the big sword master in front of him, his eyes showed a gleam, and he thought that such a good mobile phone practice would not be much, so he rushed forward directly.

He is talented, but he has too little combat experience, so he naturally will not let go of this rare opportunity.

Besides, although the so-called Great Sword Hero of Dongwei is a first-class realm, his strength is only a second-rate peak, and Li Ming, who has transferred to [Qingsong True Qi] and Dacheng's [Mixed Yuan Palm], will naturally not be afraid of him!

"Alert."

Seeing Li Ming rushing forward, his four followers glanced at each other, and immediately scattered in all directions, surrounding the battlefield of the two, watching the battle between Li Ming and the great sword master of the East in front of him.

Li Ming did not give up the wooden spear in his hand and used his good palms to face the enemy, but directly used the unfamiliar spear.

is about to enter the real battlefield, when the time comes, only the spear can play a key role, he wants to fight with this big swordsman with a wooden sword as soon as possible!

Li Ming held a spear in his hand and his body was agile, and he started a fierce battle with the great sword master Mumoto. Their figures staggered, and the sound of weapons clashing echoed around them. Li Ming felt the feeling of the spear in his hand, and every time he swung it, he felt an indescribable pleasure. He knew that this was his main weapon on the battlefield in the future, and he needed to get acquainted with it and master it as soon as possible.

Kimoto's sword clashed under Li Ming's spear, his eyes shining with determination. Although his strength was not as good as Li Ming's, he relied on his rich combat experience and tenacious willpower to constantly resist Li Ming's attacks. Four of his followers stood guard not far away, their eyes never off the battlefield.

Li Ming knew in his heart that every attack he had could not afford to lose, because his followers needed to see him victorious. At the same time, he also understands the importance of this battle. This is an important drill before he enters the real battlefield, and he needs to use this battle to familiarize himself with the enemy's tactics and improve his combat skills.

Their battle had been going on for a long time, and Li Ming's clothes were already soaked with sweat. He knew that the fight would continue until he was able to defeat Kimoto. And in this fight, he needs to show his tenacity and intelligence, as well as his dedication and love for martial arts.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, Li Ming managed to defeat Kimoto. His followers cheered, their eyes filled with admiration and awe.

And Li Ming took a deep breath, he knew that this was just the beginning, and there was still a long way to go.

"Wrap up."

Looking at Mu Ben who fell to the ground unwillingly in front of him, Li Yang showed a smile on his face, waved his hand, and walked out of the forest with his team. (End of chapter)