The camp was filled with smoke, and it was a rare sight, and many times it was a few chestnut buns that had dried up.

This kind of steamed bread is made of coarse grains, which is especially hungry, and the soldiers often swallow it on the cold mountains and water, but today is obviously an exception.

The ranks were silent and orderly, and the invisible pressure was mounting.

Yi Heng took three hot buns and a fist-sized beef and squatted next to the black bull, the black bull smirked at him, and then lowered his head to eliminate the only remaining bun in his hand, and the beef was estimated to have been eaten by him a long time ago.

Yi Heng sniffed the beef, and the smell he hadn't smelled for a long time almost made him swallow it in one bite, but he still took a bite and chewed it slowly until it was chewed into meat foam mixed with saliva and swallowed naturally.

Because this helps digestion, the power brought by meat will be quickly reflected, war is just around the corner, every detail will determine life and death, and he can't tolerate the slightest sloppiness for the purpose of living.

No matter how slow he ate, the beef was still eaten quickly, and at this time, Yi Heng found that the fool next to him was staring at the steamed bun in his hand and drooling.

It's no wonder that the black bull is far beyond the height of ordinary people, and his weight of two hundred catties looks far more strong than Yi Heng's, and this bit of food is definitely not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

Yi Heng thought about it and handed him one of the steamed buns in his hand, the black bull smirked, and did not postpone it, he swallowed it after a few bites in his hand, and there was an unfinished expression on his face, but he didn't stare at Yi Heng's steamed bun again.

"This stupid big guy also knows that I'm embarrassed!" Yi Heng still chewed and ate the steamed bun slowly, the power brought by the food made him full of confidence, not the confidence of winning the war, but the confidence of fleeing for his life.

"Woo~woo", the desolate horn finally sounded, and the soldiers slowly stood up, arranging their swords and shields, and about twenty paces behind the sword and shield soldiers, the heavy sword soldiers also slowly stood up and approached the centurion.

All kinds of shouts came and went, and it felt very chaotic, this was the centurion gathering his own team.

The Ten-Captain is long gone, and there is no need to appoint him, because he dies too often.

The team slowly took shape, more than 30,000 sword and shield soldiers stood in the front in ten rows, behind were more than 50,000 sword soldiers, and then 10,000 elite sword soldiers surrounded the handsome banner.

The red handsome flag popped in the wind, and the big words on the flag rolled up from time to time.

At this time, the population was not large, leaving the country, the land was only 100,000 miles away, there were only five counties, and the population was only 10 million.

The formed army gradually showed murderous intent, and the morning breeze passed, and the soldiers stood silent, and the atmosphere of slaughter made all the soldiers clench their weapons.

Yi Heng had already tied his handle and the handle of the knife tightly with a strip of cloth, so that he would not slip off after being stained with blood for a while.

The coach stood up slowly, and the handsome flag flew on the head of the injury.

He has commanded this war for three years, losing more and winning less, and this battle is defeated again, and he will be unable to resist for thousands of miles behind him, and the enemy will kill the royal capital.

But what can he do, Hengguo's land is four times larger than Liguo, and the national strength is ten times stronger than Liguo, if it weren't for the Mongolian State in the west, Hengguo only dared to send five county troops, and Liguo would have been wiped out several times.

"But this Hengguo is tens of thousands of miles deep, although it is said that the war is fed by war, and the military salary is worry-free, but there are absolutely no reinforcements, it seems that there are less than 60,000, but the enemy soldiers are well-equipped and all are veterans of a hundred battles, which is probably also the result of the joint containment of the royal capital and the Mongolian state. "The big war is coming, but I am thinking about my heart.

"But no matter what, this last battle still needs to be completed, and all the eyes of the royal capital are fixed on this battle, and if you win, the enemy will retreat, and if you lose, you will cut the land and sue for peace. ”

Slowly pulled out the waist knife, raised it high, and yelled: "Kill".

"Kill", "kill", "kill", nearly 100,000 soldiers roared hard, and suddenly they were murderous and enthusiastic.

"War drums".

"Knock~~knock~~knock".

The red and black flags waved three times, and all the sword and shield soldiers marched forward, and the heavy sword soldiers slowly pressed behind.

The drums of war continued to sound slowly, and more than 80,000 soldiers walked forward with the sound of drums, and the Hengguo army also slowly approached them.

Slowly, closer.

Yi Heng had already seen the facial features of the enemy soldier, it was a veteran with resolute eyes, the shield was hanging, and the knife was also hanging.

Despite being a veteran, Yi Heng didn't feel any fear, and even imagined how to dodge the surging blood and the knives of the enemy soldiers behind him when he cut off his head with a knife.

One hundred steps, fifty steps.

The drums grew faster, and so did the footsteps.

Twenty steps, "kill", "kill" and "kill" both sides roared with their last strength, this roar seemed to give them infinite courage, accompanied by the more fierce and urgent sound of the war drums, Yi Heng ran with all the sword and shield soldiers and rushed towards the enemy.

Finally, the two waves of people collided violently, making the sound of a puff knife slashing into the flesh and the sound of slashing on the shield, and the sound of slashing on the shield gushed out red spray.

When Yi Heng was five steps away from the opponent, he suddenly made a force under his feet, in order to surpass the distance of his teammates, and before the opponent raised his shield, he swung his knife and slashed down, and the head fell to the ground, but his body was still rushing forward, but he was kicked forward by Yi Heng.

Obviously, Yi Heng took a great risk, if his comrades didn't keep up in time, then a few knives would cut at him in an instant, and at that time, even if he was perfect in the "Horizontal Knife Six Style", he would become a broken corpse, because there was no place to dodge.

Whether friend or foe, the only thing that can be done is to move forward and forward, even if the front is death.

Fortunately, the team followed in time, and at this time, Yi Heng's shield blocked the knife to the second person of the enemy team, but he swung his knife and slashed at the enemy on the left, and after helping to solve the left side, he moved forward again.

The comrades in the back had already approached him, wielding long knives over their heads and slashing at the enemy.

The fighting is in full swing from the very beginning, and those who have lost their courage can be cut down at any moment here.

On the one hand, they are fighting deep into the enemy's territory, and if they do not go all out, they will die in a foreign country.

On the one hand, it is to protect the family and defend the country, and not to ignore life and death to destroy the country.

The hideous faces, the bloody long knives, the low howls, the dust and smoke, the soldiers of the entire plain, were aroused by this primitive fighting, and the wildness of their hearts was aroused.

The corpses lay on the ground, the blood flowed like a river, but no one cared, the smell of blood and sweat mixed with each other, filling the air, pungent and suffocating, but no one cared.

The war continues.

Even if Yi Heng had participated in countless battles before, he almost lost himself in the killing now.

Perhaps the most primitive human desire is to kill.

Fortunately, the rupture of his shield reminded him that staying alive is the main purpose, and now the battlefield is almost chaotic, and he can't see the direction of the war clearly, so he can only try to save his physical strength.

But you can see the direction of the war from the injury, and the way of fighting without leaving the army at the beginning did make the Heng army confused, but the difference between the veteran and the strong man was finally reflected.

After several shocks from the army were blocked, the advantage of the Hengjun veterans was revealed, and they only heard the other party shouting three times "kill" neatly, and the suppressed momentum returned to their bodies.

On the other hand, the departure army began to become chaotic, once the morale was blocked, the courage naturally disappeared, the nature of fear of death returned to the body, and the footsteps gradually retreated.

The wounded quickly signaled to wave the flag, and the battle flag pressed by the whole army kept waving, and suddenly the heavy sword soldiers also slowly pressed up, 10,000 elite guards followed closely, and the military flag on the chariot also moved forward, and the sword and shield soldiers also desperately resisted when they saw this situation, and desperately stepped forward.

The commander of the Heng army saw that the whole army of the departing army was dispatched, and he also commanded the whole army of the Heng army to press.

The winner is here.