"Die!"

Liu Feng snorted coldly, and used the machete in his hand to kill the enemy in front of him.

A knife tore the throat, clean and neat, without a trace of mercy.

The strong smell of blood was disgusting, even if he had smelled it countless times, Liu Feng could not get used to it.

As far as the eye could see, there were all soldiers fighting each other, most of them wearing only a cloth coat to cover their bodies, and they were armed with wooden shields and inferior machetes, and Liu Feng was one of them.

This kind of equipment really makes it difficult to associate with regular soldiers.

In fact, the two sides in the fight were indeed not regular soldiers, they were just slave soldiers, consumables for the war between the two countries, and even if they died, countless people would make up for them.

Slaves, this is the most indispensable thing in the Holy Soul Continent!

"It's ironic that others are either background awesome or cultivation geniuses, I'm good, I don't want to talk about it if I don't have talent, I actually became a member of the slave army, and I have to work hard every day to survive, it's really ironic. ”

Liu Feng sighed in his heart, sad for his fate.

Yes, Liu Feng is not the person of this shijie, but a time-traveler from the earth, four years ago, he inexplicably crossed over when he was playing the FPS masterpiece Call of Duty.

It's just that Liu Feng was more unlucky after crossing over to the Holy Soul Continent, not only did he have a strong net worth background and a talent against the sky, but because he offended a noble second lord, he was sent to the frontier to become a member of the slave army, and lived a precarious life.

At first, Liu Feng was still lucky, feeling that he was a traverser, his luck should not be so bad, there must be some adventures, and when the time comes, he can kill all sides and return the injustice he suffered to those who persecuted him.

But with the passage of time, after his death, Liu Feng has grown from a sixteen-year-old boy to a weathered twenty-year-old young man, but he has not encountered any adventures, and he has almost died many times.

If it weren't for Liu Feng's strong will to survive and being very careful on the battlefield, it is estimated that he would have become one of those bones long ago.

"Liu Feng, die!"

Just as Liu Feng's thoughts drifted to the side, an angry roar suddenly sounded from behind, bringing Liu Feng back to his senses.

However, although Liu Feng was a little distracted, his vigilance did not decrease at all, and at the same time as the roar sounded, he turned around and raised his knife to resist.

Bang!

The blood-stained blades collided in the air, creating dazzling sparks, and Liu Feng looked at the bearded man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth raised a sneer: "Cole, how many times have we fought each other?"

The bearded man named Cole chuckled and said, "Who has time to remember such a thing? Liu Feng, this is our one hundred and eighth fight, this time I must kill you!"

After that, Cole pushed hard, so that Liu Feng, who was a circle smaller than him, had to step back.

It's just that Liu Feng has long been used to this kind of thing, his physique is inherently inferior to these otherworldly people, so he never fights hard with anyone, and while being forced to retreat, he takes advantage of the situation to do a backflip, reducing the force in the way of somersaults, and Zuihou lands smoothly.

Superhuman agility and reaction speed - this is the battlefield survival skills that Liu Feng has exercised!

Glancing at Cole, Liu Feng sneered: "Hey, Cole, didn't you say you didn't remember? How can you say in a blink of an eye that we fought one hundred and eight times?"

Cole pouted: "Ye is willing, can you manage it? Stay there honestly and let Ye cut it!" With that, Cole killed Liu Feng again.

Liu Feng sneered, holding a knife and wrestling with Cole.

One of the two has amazing brute strength, the other is agile and invincible, and no one can help anyone, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner and loser for a while, forming a stalemate. Except for them, most of the other slave armies were about the same as the two, and they were all at war with evenly matched opponents, and no one could help anyone.

However, all slave soldiers have one thing in common, and that is that they all have a collar around their necks, a bit like a dog's collar, and exude an eerie dim light pattern.

"Woo~~~

Unconsciously, the sun was setting, and the sound of gold sounded from the rear of the two armies, and when the sound spread all over the battlefield, the light patterns on those collars disappeared, and the soldiers of the two armies also had a tacit understanding to stop.

Immediately afterwards, an unexpected situation happened, the two soldiers who were still fighting and killed just now greeted each other with a relaxed face, and then withdrew their troops, only a small number of guys who were obviously novices were a little overwhelmed, and did not follow until the veteran reminded them.

Liu Feng and Cole were the first to stop, and after Liu Feng put away the knife casually, he looked at the unlucky guy who was hacked to death by him and said, "Cole, that guy is a newcomer, right? ”

Cole looked at the corpse with a sneer: "Yes, we reminded the kid, but the kid thinks that killing more people can make a great contribution to get rid of the status of a slave army, so he held his breath before he came." ”

"Have you made a contribution?" Liu Feng also smiled coldly, and waved his hand at Cole, "Okay, ten days later, zaijian." ”

With that, Liu Feng retreated with his own people, and Cole strode away from this bloodstained battlefield after resisting the unlucky corpse.

Once every ten days, the army goes out early in the morning and returns at sunset, and the life of a slave soldier is like this, as if it were a routine work.

It's just that others go to work to make money, but the slave soldiers are desperate, and they are one of the countless chess pieces in the game between the two empires.

In other words, it's not even a chess piece, it's just a game used by the Helan Empire and the Xia Yue Empire to deal with criminals and rebels.

No one knows when this war game began, and it has nothing to do with the slave army, which is concerned with how to survive the next battle.

Soon, Liu Feng returned to the barracks with the large army, and they were placed in a dirty and dilapidated place, the conditions were very bad, and even the fence to protect the barracks was rough and rotten, and there was basically no protection.

In such a place, whether the enemy is attacking or the people inside want to escape, it is very easy.

However, none of the slave soldiers tried to escape, and the reason was the collar around their necks, the Slave Ring!

This is a unique creation of the Holy Soul Continent, which can bind slaves, and once a slave acts against his master, disobeys his master's orders or wants to escape, it will explode immediately.

On the battlefield, the slave army received orders to fight with all their might, so even if they did not want to, they could only fight the enemy with all their might, and the effect of the slave ring would not stop until the sound of gold sounded.

Similarly, after the battle, the slave army could only stay in the barracks honestly, and no one dared to run away without permission, unless they died.

"You bunch of garbage hurry up for Lao Tzu, delay Lao Tzu's time to eat, be careful of Lao Tzu's whip!" The officer shouted loudly in front of the barracks, and the whip in his hand kept waving, whipping on the slave soldiers, and the slave soldiers dared not speak out, so they could only endure the pain and speed back to the barracks.

After Liu Feng, who was mixed in the crowd, looked at the officer coldly, he returned to the barracks with the other slave soldiers, while the other officer in charge of internal affairs kept shouting.

"If you should eat, go to eat, and if you want to heal your wounds, go and heal your wounds, hurry up!" said this, the officer suddenly kicked the slave soldier who walked by him to the ground and spat out a mouthful of phlegm, the contempt in his eyes was revealed, "Waste of food garbage!"

The "......" slave soldiers were silent, and they even crawled away, while the others also buried their heads and did what they should do - they have long been accustomed to this kind of thing.

Slaves, no human rights!

"Cut, what's the big deal, isn't it just a bunch of guys who can't get along in the regular army and are sent to the slave army as overseers, if it weren't for this damn collar, I would have beaten them all over with one punch. A young man in his twenties pursed his lips with disdain on his face and whispered, and then said to Liu Feng beside him, "Liu Feng, what are you going to do? Eat first or treat your injuries first?"

As he spoke, the young man glanced at the knife wound on Liu Feng's shoulder, which was left to Liu Feng by the unlucky guy who was hacked to death by Liu Feng today.

Although the injury is not serious and has already scarred, if you don't deal with it, there may still be a problem, Liu Feng looked at the shoulder injury, and then said: "I'll go to treat the injury first, and then go back to eat." ”

The young man nodded and said, "Okay, then do you want me to save some food for you?"

"Not necessarily. After Liu Feng left cold words, he turned around and walked to the other side of the barracks.

Seeing this, the young man pursed his lips, and another slave soldier came over and said: "Boss, you haven't given up on pulling that kid into the gang? You better give up, that kid is a cheap madman, born unsocial, he still works alone after four years, if there is a big battle, that kid will definitely die!"

After hearing this, the young man sighed and said: "I know, but Liu Feng is indeed a talent, and he can last for four years alone, so it's a pity to give up like this." Moreover, the five-year war is coming in another month, and it will be difficult for us to survive with our existing Liliang alone, and if he can join us, our chances of survival will increase a lot. ”

Speaking of zuihou, the young man's eyes showed worry, and the people around him fell into deep thought.

Liu Feng naturally couldn't hear the words of the young man, he came to a big tent with those slave soldiers who were injured and needed treatment, and lined up to enter the tent one by one, and those arrogant and domineering prison soldiers were like iron-blooded soldiers here, and no one dared to shout loudly or beat the slaves.

One by one, the wounded slaves entered the tent and came out one by one, but when they came out, all the wounds on their bodies were healed, and even the scars could not be seen, as if they had been reborn.

However, everyone was very calm about this magical scene, and there were no big monsters, and they seemed to have become accustomed to it.

Soon after, it was Liu Feng's turn, and when Liu Feng opened the tent and entered, he saw a person wearing a long robe, his face wrapped in a scarf, and only a pair of purple eyes could be seen in the tent.

Liu Feng got straight to the point and said, "Miss Yana, I'm sorry for you, this time it's the shoulder." ”

The robed man Yana looked at the wound on Liu Feng's shoulder, nodded lightly, and his right hand suddenly bloomed with a peach-colored halo, and then, a silk strip with a peach-colored light appeared, which was full of metallic texture, but very flexible, and slowly rotated around Yana's right arm.

Although Liu Feng had seen this magical silk many times, he still couldn't help but feel envious, because this was something that countless people on the Holy Soul Continent dreamed of—Horcruxes!

In the Holy Soul Continent, there are very few people who are born with something called the Holy Soul, and they will awaken at the age of sixteen, and after awakening the Holy Soul, those people will automatically obtain something called the Horcrux, and from then on, they will soar into the sky and no longer be linked to ordinary people, this kind of person is called the Holy Soul!

The horcruxes of each Holy Soul are different, but they are roughly divided into three types: weapons, soul beasts and auxiliaries, weapons can be regarded as divine weapons, soul beasts can be regarded as summoning beasts, and auxiliaries are special things like Hannah, which basically have no combat ability, but have magical effects that weapons and soul beasts do not have.

Like what...... Treat!

I saw that under Yana's control, the silk flew to Liu Feng's wound, causing a peachy halo to fall on the wound, and suddenly, Liu Feng's wound began to heal at an extremely fast speed.