At noon, the hillside that had been screaming for a long time before the earth-shattering shouts and killing finally completely returned to silence.

Halfway up the mountain, the dark red earth was once again baptized with blood, and occasionally a few originally white wildflowers were crushed in the dust and stained with crimson rouge. In addition to the soldiers in standard armor who had been stiffened before, there were many corpses dressed in rudimentary animal skins...... The blood was so strong that it attracted many scavenging birds, but because there were still living people walking below, they could only hover in the air for a while, and from time to time they let out anxious and long screams.

Those so-called living people are actually soldiers armed with spears. They roamed around the corpses, as if they were cleaning up the battlefield. Of course, instead of collecting those useless-looking animal skins and iron rods, but watching if any corpse is still twitching and has not swallowed half of its breath, it will be stabbed with one shot!

The job was still very simple, and then it was to carry the corpses, only some of the corpses that were also armed with spears, and there were not a few, so soon a tall and thin officer who looked like a bamboo pole withdrew from the battlefield and looked up the mountain, where dozens of Bran soldiers stood in the ravine of the fortification, motionless, looking at this side in a daze.

The tall and thin officer scratched his head, walked to a strong man who was also stunned next to the fortifications, gave a simple military salute, paused, and looked a little distressed, "Ai, Ai what...... Well, camp leader, I'm a bamboo pole...... Uh, just a nickname. I'm here to ask, do you need to clean up the battlefield?" he spread his hands, "If you need to, hurry up." Several of our brothers are injured and need to go back to get medical treatment as soon as possible. ”

Subconsciously licked his lips, and the majestic man woke up like a dream. A complicated look: "Okay, good." Needed ......"

made a polite gesture: "Oh." Be my guest. ”

"Wait......" The strong man suddenly spoke, and when he saw the tall and thin officer turn his head in surprise, he hesitated, but still asked, "You, well, the gray army?"

"Uh? of course. I was a little stunned by this somewhat nonsensical question, and then spread my hands again. The tall and thin officer's face was a little strange, it couldn't be too exciting, he was stupid......

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Looking at the back of the tall and thin officer leaving, Elt took a deep breath and barely suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, what kind of people are this helping......

After all, he had seen a big scene, and Elt certainly wouldn't be so scared and stupid, of course, he was indeed shocked. Judging from the previous situation, he believed that even if ten commanders came. Nine of them will adopt the defensive tactics he said, as for the rest. Either they are newcomers to the academy who don't know the height of the sky, or they are outstanding fierce men in each legion!

The former newcomer has nothing to say, and every year there are several such fools on the battlefield and become the laughing stock of everyone. As for the fierce men, Elt has also seen them, there are countless commanders of the legion, and there will always be a few guys with outstanding talents and shining combat exploits to make people jealous. Elt's personality is big and aggressive, but he is still more pragmatic. He knows that most of the so-called fierce people have their own special features, and shit luck is not something that can be stepped on casually. At the very least, they must be educated, have a very high foundation of tactical literacy, and so on. But the Grey Army...... To put it mildly, that is, civilians born in a group of mud legs, the probability of a fierce man is almost negligible!

But now the corpses of the barbarians all over the ground, and the battle scenes that keep appearing in front of him like nightmares, are telling Elt the fact that there are indeed fierce men in this group of mud legs......

When the soldiers of the two sides approached and the battle was about to break out, Elt's idea was simple, that is, to rush out as quickly as possible, and then see if he could kill a barbarian and earn Ben back. But a young man was pulled out at random, and he shot the opposing commander to death with such an arrow...... Immediately when the soldiers charged, he stayed where he was, and did not come back to his senses.

Killing the opposing commander in battle is a common tactic and extremely effective. Not to mention the great blow to the opponent's morale, it also directly destroyed the opponent's command system, causing its combat effectiveness to plummet. But the point is that while anyone can think of this, very few can actually do it.

When fighting, the commander is either in charge of the middle army or takes the lead. Generally speaking, the former is more common, and it is difficult to kill it in one fell swoop. The latter are relatively rare, but there are some, especially for junior officers. But even if you want to kill these guys who take the lead, it may not be as easy as you think. After all, if you dare to do this, you have more or less two brushes.

The barbarian commander stayed in the rear, because he was short, he kept jumping and jumping to observe the situation in front of him, looking a little funny and a little provocative, Elt and they had the happy idea of killing each other with an arrow in their hearts when they were fighting before. In fact, they did it, after all, although it was a heavy sword battalion, the scouts still had bows and arrows in their hands. However, there are those tall barbarians in front of the other party, and this short guy is also quite brainy, and every time he chooses a different place to jump, in a fleeting moment, no one can grasp this opportunity at all.

But the young man with the bow in the gray army, after receiving the order, easily lifted the bow and loosened the string freely, just as he did when the bow and arrow were trained. But it was such a seemingly careless blow, but it was extremely fast, and it would pass through the barbarian's head and directly kill the short barbarian who was half of his head on the spot...... Not to mention Elt himself, even the barbarians did not react, and some of them turned their heads inexplicably after taking a few steps forward, and found that their commander had been sent to the foot of the mountain......

Just about to fight a decisive battle, the commander was killed, and even the barbarians were a little dazed by this sudden situation. However, the Frey seemed to have expected it, and as soon as the arrow came out, an order was given, and the gray-clothed soldier charged directly with a spear.

While looking back, he was shocked. While deliberately attacking, brazenly charged. The effect of this is naturally self-evident, the square rectangular formation formed by the barbarians was torn open in an instant, and the sharp front of the gray-clothed army's sharp arrow formation broke through.

In fact, at this time, Elt had a brief recuperation, but was instantly shocked by the battle situation in front of him. Originally, although they took the lead by surprise, the barbarians were not Bran soldiers, they had an extremely strong will to fight, even if the Lord was killed and their morale was low, their own combat effectiveness was still there.

But this was not the case, and the Bran soldiers who broke through were like tigers descending from the mountains, beating the barbarians to the ground and retreating, and soon tore the opening even wider, forming a force to cut it off. To be honest, Elt was a little frightened, and he even suspected that the group of unusually embarrassed barbarians in front of him were still not the ones who had fought with them just now, and he couldn't see the fierce momentum before at all.

However, Elt was the battalion commander in the end, and he instantly discovered the key. First of all, the dozen or so people who were the arrows of the arrows, including Frey with a gun, a strong man with a big sword, and the tall and thin officer who came to greet him just now, etc., were extremely strong in combat, and occasionally there were fights, and there was almost no enemy. It was their strong breakthrough that attracted the soldiers behind to rush in and be unstoppable.

However, these dozen people alone naturally could not decide the outcome of a battle, and it was the soldiers who shocked Elt even more. Well-trained, after breaking into the formation, quickly find their own combat position; cooperate with tacit understanding, the spear is handed out alternately, the attack and defense are like flowing water, quite sloppy and secretive; strict discipline, complete their respective tactical moves to the letter, never greedy for merit, and have no fear.

Compared with Frey's move to open up the situation with his own strength, Elt, as the battalion commander, was undoubtedly more amazed by the performance of these soldiers. After all, it will never be one person who will decide the outcome of the Zuihou war, but thousands of soldiers who will fight.

If I had such soldiers...... Seeing this, I believe that no matter which commander will have such thoughts, Elt is naturally no exception. Compared with the previous attack, his side was attacked by more than 100 barbarians in turn, and he had no power to fight back. Looking at the soldiers in front of him who were still like chopping melons and vegetables, all the barbarians in front of him, Elt's eyes were hot, and his heart was full of envy.

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"Yo, I'm hurt! Please, don't say you're messing with me when you go out in the future, you can't afford to lose this person!"

"Boss, it's just a little bit of skin......"

"Dare to talk back...... Break the skin this time, and next time you will break the phase, believe it or not, believe it or not......"

Oh, and that guy who is a little nervous...... Looking at the black-armored soldier in front of him who was loudly mocking the black-armored soldier named Don, the corners of Elt's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but recall the previous scene.

In fact, it wasn't just him who didn't rush out just now, this guy named Don didn't kill either, just wandering around on the edge of the battle, as if he was observing something. Before, Elt thought that the other party was afraid of death and wanted to pick up a bargain. But just as he was about to look away with contempt, the creature suddenly disappeared in place, his figure flashing in front of a barbarian who was about to kill the soldier, and then returned to his place with a thoughtful expression.

This moment of action made Elt think he was dazzled, but after involuntarily turning his gaze, he saw the barbarian holding the iron rod high, a curtain of blood spurting out of his neck, and his face covered with black hair fell in a daze......

Thinking back to this scene, Elt subconsciously touched his neck, and his scalp was numb for a while, by the way, this guy seemed to come over and pat himself on the shoulder and say something...... Oh, that's it, uh, the barbarians are really human...... Rub, this neuropathy!

Shaking his head, and at the same time shaking off these chaotic thoughts, Elt grabbed his hair hard, turned his head, and looked at his subordinates with a blank expression: "What are you still doing in a daze, cleaning the battlefield......"

............ (To be continued......)