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Entering the place of battle, an invisible pressure enveloped the legion, and the speed of the team's advance was suddenly more than doubled, and all the soldiers were tense as if they were facing a great enemy. This state will consume a lot of energy, but it can also help soldiers integrate into the battlefield and adapt to the atmosphere of the battlefield as soon as possible, so commanders at all levels did not stop this.

On the battlefield, you must always be cautious or risk losing your life the next moment.

Twenty ten-man scout squads roam around the perimeter of the team, quickly and precisely scouting the situation within a radius of thousands of miles to ensure that there is no sudden attack by the enemy.

The communications officer will pass a message to the Chinese army's murderous generals every half an hour, and the left and right strikers will exchange messages every other hour, and the 100,000 soldiers are like a giant beast ready to burst out at any time, slowly moving forward on the blood-colored earth, the general trend is restrained, but it is more depressing and violent.

The blood-colored ground, the dark red sky, the desolation and dead silence, the endless years of the entire battle place do not know how many warriors have fallen, the number is afraid that tens of thousands of people cannot be liquidated, the rich evil qi fills the space, and the people who are not strong in mind will definitely be attacked by the evil qi when they enter it, and their combat power will be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the warriors of the nylon tribe are all strong and strong, and their minds are stable, but they will not be disturbed by evil energy.

This is the reason why only the strongest legions of the tribes of each tribe enter the battle, and ordinary local legions enter it, even if the number is large, it is not possible to form an effective combat force, so it is naturally better to retreat to the second line of defense, and once the frontline battle is lost, it can also defend against other tribes to attack or respond to the retreat of the frontline legion.

Xiao Chen stood in front, the hundreds of soldiers around him stood silently, all the breath in his body had reached the peak of the blood spirit, and he was only one step away from the blood king, and from the strong evil qi outside the body, they must be the most elite soldiers of the legion.

This is the convoy, with a command of 100 men, 500 deputy commanders, and 1,000 corps commanders.

The members of the Guardian are the strongest and most loyal warriors selected by the Nylon Legion and trained to be fierce and fearless of death, and their mission on the battlefield is to closely follow the side of the adults and protect their safety at all costs.

After all, the general is the soul of the entire legion, and once he falls, it will cause irreparable heavy losses, and even reduce the combat effectiveness of the entire legion by several levels, so all tribes on the battlefield have made strict protection for high-level officers to avoid accidents.

Zuo Feng opened the way and slowly pushed into the depths of the battlefield, Xiao Chen squinted his eyes slightly and glanced at the blood-colored sky, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart: The battle will start soon. ###################################################

The battle came suddenly and without warning.

Ah Sleepy wiped the blood on his face, and just then he inserted his spike into the chest of a scout of the Black Mountain tribe, looking at the shock and unwillingness in the eyes of the other party before he died, he smiled silently, it turned out that the mongrels of the Black Mountain tribe also had the same blood as him.

This is the third Black Mountain tribe scout who died at his hands, Ah Sleepy's eyes are a little astringent, and he doesn't know if his father has seen it, his son has already begun to slowly help him take revenge.

Ah Sleepy muttered two sentences in a low voice, and quickly disposed of the dead Black Mountain Tribe scout, his movements were skillful and clean, leaving no clues.

A gentle breeze blew, and soon the smell of blood wafted through the area.

With a wave of his hand, he motioned for the scout team to move on, and until now, this was the third wave of Black Mountain Tribe scouts they had encountered, all of which ended in complete victory.

It seems that we are not far from the enemy.

Ah Sleepy Cat turned into a phantom, sneaking at a very fast speed.

There are still a lot of black mountain tribe dogs waiting for him to kill, how can he be lazy? Ah Sleepy smiled silently at the corner of his mouth.

But at this moment, a bright sword light suddenly rose up without the slightest warning, and went straight to Ah Sleepy's neck to wipe it away. Very experienced and skillful techniques, the dagger did not tremble at all, and even in the battle, the aura in the body was still constricted and did not leak at all.

Master!

Ah Sleepy did not have terror in his heart, but his body trembled slightly because of excitement, his neck twisted flexibly, and he escaped from the deadly dagger by a fraction of a second, and the spikes in his hand were reversed, and he stabbed the attacker in the chest fiercely.

As scouts, they are in an extremely dangerous environment, and they may encounter the enemy at any time and fall into a life-and-death struggle, so they pursue a simple, direct and ruthless fight, killing the enemy in the shortest possible time, and then leaving.

That's scouting.

Therefore, Ah Sleep's spikes are smeared with the poison specially equipped by the legion, even if the Blood King powerhouse is cut through the flesh, he will die extremely miserably, but the dagger of this black mountain tribe should also be smeared with poison, right? Ah Sleepy pursed the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of caution, he hadn't killed enough enemies with the Commander yet, he couldn't die yet.

When two people fight, just leaving a small wound on each other's body is enough to kill.

In the small space, Ah Trapped and the leader of the Black Mountain tribe scouts fought close to each other, and his movements were outrageously agile, and the daggers and spikes constantly collided at small angles, wandering around the enemy's body, but no one could help the opponent.

Syllable!

The two figures retreated outward at the same time, opening up a distance of three feet, and they looked at each other to see that they were afraid and cautious.

Chess opponents are evenly matched.

Since the two have fought each other, no one can have the upper hand, such an enemy is difficult to entangle, and it is also terrifying, and the slightest mistake may lose his name.

Boom!

Poof!

There was a small but dense muffled sound in the surrounding area, it was obvious that the two sides had already fought together, but at this moment, whether it was Ah Sleepy or the tricky leader of the Black Mountain Tribe Scout in front of them, they no longer had the heart to pay attention to these.

In the present situation, any distraction is self-defeating.

The two stared at each other, and then suddenly shot out without warning. The action is fierce, the eyes are cold and there is no warmth, and the final fight starts in a narrow range. The strength of the two is equal, if they try to fight, I am afraid that they will not be able to distinguish the winner for a long time. But they are scouts and must not get bogged down in a long battle.

Therefore, the two did not hesitate to choose the most ruthless way of fighting to the death, and the battle would not end until one side fell.

Syllable!

The spike blocked the dagger's kill, and suddenly pulled down and slashed, and a small wound appeared on the face of the leader of the Black Mountain tribesmen, although it was only a small wound, but it was enough. The strong mandala toxin instantly merged into it, destroying his primordial body at the same time.

Ah Sleepy gasped for breath, watching his body on the ground quickly turn into a black enemy, and there was no joy in his eyes.

Moments later, the scout team assembled, and all the enemy scouts were killed, but four of the ten were immortalized.

Their ten-man squad had not suffered casualties in a long time.

Ah Sleepy's eyes were firm, and he suppressed all the sadness in the depths of his eyes, and said coldly: "Po Shi immediately rushed back to Zuofeng to report to the commander what happened to us, and sent more scouts." ”

Such a dense number of scouts indicates that they are not far from the army of the Black Mountain tribe. If the scouts can't bring back the news accurately, the army may encounter the other party at any time, so even if Ah Sleepy and the others are tired, they must not retreat.

Wandering between life and death to ensure the safety and well-being of the troops is the mission of the Scouts.

Po Ten nodded, and quickly rushed backwards without hesitation, except for Ah Sleepy, he was the fastest guy in the team.