By the time Huang Feihu rushed back to the Haisha camp with the enemy's head and dragging his tired and heavy body, the wind and rain had stopped, the sky in the east had begun to turn white, and the battle in the Haisha camp had ended.

Furukawa lay on the ground covered in blood and gasped for breath, and the entire Haisha camp used to have five hundred sharp soldiers, but now there were only dozens of wounded soldiers lying on the ground.

The battlefield was covered with stumps, broken arms, and blood, and was covered with broken weapons.

On the opposite side were the corpses of eight hundred Yiren and four cultivators.

When the Dongyi people learned that the Great Shang was about to implement a new salt policy and began to march eastward in preparation to sweep the East China Sea, they chose to take the initiative with great courage and unexpectedness.

The elite of the clan was exhausted, and the cultivators led the way, and they also brought special magic weapons that had been developed for many years, and in the stormy weather, they crossed the angry ocean to the coast with a unique method, and the Zhendong army who wanted to fight the Eastern Bohou Jiang Huan Chu was caught off guard.

Diverting the tiger from the mountain and luring the snake out of the hole were staged from time to time on this long coastline during this stormy night, and the attack on the elite Dashang Haisha battalion was the most well-arranged and fierce.

A total of 900 elite soldiers, led by ten strong cultivators, carried out a sneak attack on the Haisha Battalion in an all-encompassing way.

The cultivators, who were not waiting for the four Yuan Infant Stage to the Transformation Stage, first attacked the camp under the cover of wind and rain and attacked and killed more than 20 sergeants.

With this as a guide, I hope to lure the commander of the Void Realm to come out and kill him, even if the four of them die, there are also Refining Void Realm swordsmen who ambush at the bottom of the cliff dozens of zhang high with the turtle breath method to confirm Furukawa's death, if Gu Chuan is injured but does not die, he will make up for the last knife.

If Furukawa is not successful, the five of them will wait unsuccessfully and then return to the camp of the Haisha Camp to cooperate with the army to flank the front and rear.

Leading the frontal army were nine hundred elite soldiers led by five Yuan Infant Stage and Transformation Stage monks.

I have to say that the people who arranged this attack on the camp had sinister intentions and viciousness, and even Huang Feihu, who was accustomed to reading military books and had been influenced by his father Huang Gon for many years, felt a little afraid.

If it weren't for the fact that he had reached the peak of refining the virtual realm and the realm of half-step Mahayana, if it wasn't for the fact that the master gave him a roll of bamboo slips and a fairy sword.

Tonight's Haisha camp will be a total annihilation.

However, even if the person who made the plan was clever and played chess like a whimsy, he would never have imagined that there were two masters of refining the virtual realm in a sea sand camp.

After all, in the army of the Great Shang, those who have reached the realm of refining the void are already qualified to be generals with real power.

Even Yao Gao, who held the 100,000 Tiger Ben Forbidden Army back then, was only at the peak of refining the void.

Perhaps that person thought that against Furukawa, who did not become a general because of his violent personality, it would be foolproof to use these methods to set up a killing situation.

Who would have thought that an ordinary second-class pawn in the Haisha Camp who had just been in the camp for a few months would actually be a master at the peak of the Realm of Refining Void?

Who would have thought that the sergeant of the Haisha Battalion, under the leadership of the brigade commander Furukawa, would be so bloody and resolute, and he would really fight against the odds and fight to the death without retreating?

Brigade commander Furukawa, under the siege of five monks, killed four enemies at the cost of serious injuries and killed one.

Of the four hundred and seventy-two people in the battalion, four hundred and six died, and eight hundred of the enemy were replaced!

The morale of the Dongyi army had already begun to slump when the five cultivators led by them were killed and retreated, and they had already been frightened when they saw the sergeant of the Haisha Battalion fighting to the death.

Finally, when the last hundred people remained, they could no longer bear the tremendous pressure and turned and fled.

The Haisha Battalion is worthy of the first-class battalion number in the Eastern Army of Dashang Town!

Everybody fights to the death!

This sophisticated layout was like a heavy mountain directly pressing on the head of the Haisha Battalion, and if it lost, not only would the entire army be annihilated, but it would also deal a devastating blow to the morale of the Zhendong Army.

Even the most elite soldiers in the army can't beat the soldiers sent by the Dongyi people, how can this battle be fought?

And Huang Feihu, the only human race among the three generations of disciples of the exposition, the only apprentice of Guangchengzi, and the only disciple of Yuqing Sage, will also die.

It has been 20 years since he didn't make a hit, and he will never have a chance to make a splash again.

Fortunately, the Haisha battalion fought to the death in this small-scale battle, and stabbed all the conspiracies and tricks of the Dongyi people with the saber in their hands, and also made a good start for this war to kill the Dongyi people.

It is one point that the officers and men of the Haisha Battalion have never retreated from the fight to the death, and the morale of the army has never wavered.

Furukawa has always taken the lead in resisting five people, and it is one point to kill the enemy cultivators.

Huang Feihu was taken by surprise and broke the killing situation of the Dongyi people with a knife, a roll of bamboo, and a sword.

These three things form a triangle, and if any one of them is missing, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The triangle, on the other hand, is the most stable structure.

Even if it was a mountain that was pressed to the top, the triangle could resist the pressure, and even destroy the mountain with its sharp angles.

Huang Feihu untied the head of the swordsman tied around his waist, threw it into a piece, and then sat down next to Gu Chuan, looking at the brigade marshal's bearded and bloodstained face,

Furukawa fought to the death all night, and his mental and physical strength were extremely tired, and he was about to fall asleep, but when he saw this second-class foot soldier who claimed to be Huang Yi return safely, there was a glimmer of brilliance in his originally cloudy eyes.

"Coming back?" said a tired, thirsty voice, as rough as the grit on the shore.

"Hmm. Huang Feihu turned his head slowly, and saw many familiar faces, as well as many comrades who were familiar with their shapes, but could no longer see their faces clearly.

"It's okay not to die. Furukawa wanted to pat Huang Feihu on the back, but he couldn't even move his fingers, so he relaxed his body and prepared to close his eyes.

Huang Feihu looked at the dead and injured robes around him, tears appeared in his eyes, and his shoulders trembled a little.

It wasn't the first time he had seen Pao Ze die, but it was the most cruel and unbearable of all.

There is a little pawn who has just turned eighteen years old, with a dark face but a cute round face, because there is a "expensive" word in his name, so the boy who is usually nicknamed "little turtle" by them, when he is dying, his eyes are still so clean and pure, as if he can see the bottom at a glance like a puddle of shallow water.

There are also Fifth Brother Zhao and Han Laosan......

He stretched out his swollen and white hand that had been soaked in seawater for a long time, and closed his eyes for Li Gui with a trembling voice.

"Live well, live for Xiaogui and Zhao Wu. Furukawa slowly closed his eyes. "If you kill a few more people, you will be considered to have killed them for them. ”

Huang Feihu couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, and sniffled, fortunately, the grumpy brigade commander had already begun to rest, otherwise he would have to scold these new pawns for being squeamish, how could they be like a little girl.

And after he entered the camp on the first day, killed for the first time, and saw his comrades die for the first time, Xiao Li Gui, who was younger than him but had always regarded himself as a big brother, and comforted him in turn, was no longer there.

A lot of people are gone.

As soon as his mind relaxed, the tiredness of consuming too much mana overnight, and the emptiness of shedding too much blood, finally made Huang Feihu unable to support it.

Before he fainted, he faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves.

I guess reinforcements have arrived.

The armor was messy and bloody, and it was obvious that they had experienced a hard battle, but several groups of soldiers rode their horses with the banner fluttering and the sound of horses' hooves very neat.

Seeing the corpses all over the ground and the remaining soldiers who were seriously injured, the general led by him waved his horsewhip, and immediately a doctor with the army stepped forward to treat him.

With a solemn countenance, he turned over and dismounted, and everyone behind him, except for the non-commissioned officers who were carried on the stretcher and could not move, even the wounded who were still bleeding from the wounds of their arms, they all dismounted neatly with the movements of the commander.

Then he took off his helmet and put it on his chest, and the sea breeze blew up the white tassels on the top of the helmet stained red with blood, and shouted: "Sacrifice!"

The soldiers slowly bowed down with their upright bodies, facing the dead robes, facing the sea, and facing the rising sun.

In the camp of Dongbohou Jiang Huan Chu, he looked at the battle reports in his hand from the camps in the East China Sea, and when he saw one, he raised his hand and released a fire to burn one.

He has always been very good at cultivating his spirit, and he gently stroked the three-foot long hair that was praised by the government and the opposition with one hand, and looked at the East China Sea defense map hanging in front of him with one hand.

Last night, the Dongyi people's sneak attack caused heavy losses in the army, and the most elite battalion headquarters was almost wiped out from the brigade commander to the pawn, except for the Haisha battalion.

Although the soldiers fought bravely, and the Dongyi people paid twice or even three times the price, this was still an unacceptable result for Jiang Huanchu, who was old and serious.

However, this battle itself is full of doubts, and the most critical problem is not how the enemy penetrates the angry waves under the storm and comes to the coastline, he is a Mahayana realm martial artist, and his daughter is Jiang Huan Chu who worships the mysterious "Mr. Wu" with His Majesty Jiang Huan Chu naturally knows that after spending a great price, the cultivators of Dongyi can barely do this.

Although many Dongyi soldiers will die on the way, they will eventually reach the coast.

The most critical point is, how can the Dongyi people accurately know the location of the various battalions under their command?

If it weren't for the absolute certainty, no matter how bold they were, how could they dare to launch a sneak attack on the Zhendong Army in such bad weather?

Aren't they afraid to pay such a big price and then pounce on it, and the whole thing becomes a joke?

It is important to know that the military camps built on the seashore are different from the land, and often change their location with the ebb and flow of the ocean.

The change of positions of these battalion headquarters was directly made by him and then handed over to the commanders of each battalion, which was a secret at the highest level in the army.

Jiang Huan Chu's long eyes narrowed, and he slowly spoke, looking at the defense map without turning his gaze, because he knew that what he said would definitely be heard by the person who habitually stood in the shadow of the corner of the camp, because he had been his personal guard for many years.

"You were just six years old when I picked you up, and you have been with me for thirty years, I taught you to read and practice calligraphy, taught you to arrange troops, and even taught you to practice, but is there anything sorry for you?" Jiang Huan Chu's voice was as majestic and oppressive as usual, but there was a trace of tiredness that could not be concealed.

The man standing in the shadows had a sad voice.

"No, I didn't. ”

"And why?"

"At that time, although I was very young, I already knew where I came from. ”

The conjecture in Jiang Huanchu's heart was verified, and his upright back seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and he became a little rickety.

"Jiang Shuai, I'm sorry. ”

A snowy sword light lit up from behind Jiang Huan Chu, and blood gushed like a spring.

The man who had stood in the shadows behind Jiang Huan Chu for thirty years died.

His expression was full of relief.

Just like Jiang Huanchu thirty years ago, when he was still the commander of the Zhendong Army, he picked up him who had just turned six years old in the wind and snow, and his frozen purple little face had a pair of relieved and relaxed eyes.