The color of the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp in Meng Juntong's hand has become deeper and deeper, and it has gradually turned from red to purple.

In the dream world, the stronger the dream medium's emotions, the darker the flame of the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern will be.

Under certain opportunities and coincidences, the dream realm can be guided into a double dream, that is, a dream within a dream, and Meng Juntong is waiting for Xue Ding to reach that depth of the dream state at the moment.

It's just that she didn't want to introduce Xue Ding into the double dream, but to directly frighten the dream under the deepest dream, tear the dream apart, and forcibly pull the consciousness of Xue Ding and Xue Ying into the real dream.

Xue Ying's soul is now in Xue Ding's dream, but at this moment it is dominated by Xue Ding's dream, so Xue Ying's original memory in the dream is also covered up and suppressed, and the role she is playing now is the role given to her by Xue Ding's dream in the current scene.

"I have to stimulate it a little more," Meng Juntong stared at the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, the flame of the wick beating in the depths of her eyes, but what she saw was the fierce battle in the dim dawn in the Beishan Mine.

Xue Ding's temporarily changed strategy was to contain the Zhao army in the Beishan mine in front of them at the north gate, and Xue Ying's team, who was originally responsible for feints to lure the enemy, changed from the previous task of responding to the side to carrying out the rescue mission.

Luo Cheng notified Xue Ying as quickly as possible, and according to Xue Ding's meaning, he also stayed and carried out the task with Xue Ying.

The battle on Xue Ding's side was extremely fierce, and he kept shuttling among the enemy troops with dozens of people.

At this moment, the effect of the three-month super special training is also vividly displayed, and the Zhao army, which is far superior in numbers to the comrade battalion, cannot stop the soldiers of the comrade battalion who take the squad as the combat unit at all, and can only shuttle between them in the army at will.

According to Schrettin's instructions, in the course of the battle, the goal of every soldier was to injure the enemy, cut off his arms, cut his legs, and hit him with one blow, and immediately retreated, so that people could not chase and fight, and it was difficult to coordinate between attack and defense.

Zhao Zhiyun's team has also entered the battlefield at this moment, although the number of people is still not as good as Zhao Jun's, but the combat power is more than double that of the steep realm.

In the battle of the same battalion, every time an additional squad joins and cooperates, it will provide an unimaginable battlefield gain to the overall battle situation.

In the Beishan mine, more and more Zhao troops poured out of the pass, some were covering the rescue, and some were fighting hard.

As long as it is a war, whether it is large-scale or small-scale, it is a competition of attrition, and in terms of the situation, the old Yan comrade battalion is dominant, and their combat style and command and battle ideas must be more proactive.

But they have a fatal flaw, and that is the number of personnel.

Behind the Zhao army is a Beishan mine, a team of nearly 1,000 soldiers, and the army in the pass is still constantly mobilizing at this time.

No matter how elite the fellow battalion is, it is just ordinary people, and ordinary people will eventually be exhausted in battle.

This attrition is continuous, and when a squad loses half of the battle, the previous offensive and defensive advantage will collapse.

The two sides fought from dawn to the east with a faint white belly, and the Zhao army gradually found the state of fighting, although it was said that the battle formation had been absent for a long time, but the training that should have been there, these sergeants did not relax for a moment, they just entered the combat state a little slower, when they reacted thoroughly, the combat power of the Zhao army was still on the table.

The number of battle losses of the fellow battalion began to increase rapidly, and after Xue Ding and Zhao Zhiyun joined forces, they had a total of nearly seventy people, accounting for a small half of their operation, but until now, the total number of people will not exceed forty, and they may not be able to support it at any time.

Xue Ding's eyes were already completely red, and the Basheng knife in his palm was danced by him impenetrably, and the tragic knife gang tore apart one Zhao soldier after another.

Because this scene was too bloody and Xue Ding's aura was too strong, he was the only one on the battlefield who did not take the initiative to surround and kill him.

The beast sword pattern on the Basheng knife has completely turned red, this is the state of the overlord sword after drinking enough blood, and Xue Ding has also entered the boiling posture of the martial artist's angry blood attack.

He was like a big grinding plate, constantly running over and running over in the battlefield, and everywhere he passed, the corpses were drenched, and the stumps and broken arms were everywhere.

Not to mention Zhao Bing, together with his own people in the camp, they were also frightened when they saw this picture, and they couldn't help but retreat one by one. They had never seen anyone who could be so brave, and Xue Ding gave them the feeling that he was no longer human, like a bloodthirsty beast with red eyes.

The knife fell in his hand, and the knife fell again, and finally the knife that Xue Ding swung out was no longer as bright as before.

No matter how strong a martial artist is, his qi and blood have an end, and it is impossible to burn endlessly.

So far, at least a hundred of the enemy have died under the Schrödinger's knife. Those who can complete the killing of 100 people on the battlefield are all brave and invincible generals.

Xue Ding's chest rose and fell violently, and the corners of his mouth were already foaming blood.

The angry blood attack makes his state several times higher than his usual days, but at the same time, it is also at the cost of his own qi and blood, every time he uses it, it hurts the inner essence, and if it is overdrawn, it may also lead to some irreversible major internal injuries.

However, at this moment, a raging fire suddenly broke out in the Beishan mine.

The Zhao army in the battlefield looked back one by one, and a Zhao family army flag on the high wall snapped and smashed down from the city wall.

There was a brief silence, followed by an uplifting shout from everyone in the fellow camp.

Cutting the flag is no different from breaking the city, cutting the generals on the battlefield and capturing the military flag are all key hands that can determine the outcome of the battle.

What Xue Ding didn't expect was that as soon as the original rescue mission turned, his side actually cut down the military flag of the Beishan Mine, you must know that Xue Ying's group of people is at most seventy or eighty people, and there are at least four or five hundred people in the Beishan Mine at the moment.

Xue Ding looked up at the pass city wall on the Beishan mine, and suddenly saw a woman jumping up the wall with a knife, it turned out to be Xue Ying, and she was still carrying a big human head in her hand.

She waved the head in her hand and shouted at the Zhao Jun below: "The Zhao Jun below are all listening to me, the owner of the Beishan Mine has been killed by me, the head is here, if you want to live, put down the weapons in your hands and surrender quickly." ”

It was a huge victory, and even before the expedition, none of them expected.

Zhao Zhiyun, who had been covered in blood and never seen her daughter again, looked at the wall in a daze, tears snatched out of her eyes.

The next moment, countless figures poured out from the Beishan mine. They were not wearing any army armor, but Schröding recognized them at a glance as prisoners of war who had been held in the North Mountain Mines.

He seemed to understand something, and it seems that he still underestimated the number of prisoners of war held in the Beishan mine, as well as the combat effectiveness. After these prisoners of war were released, they didn't even think about escaping from the Beishan mine with their tails between their legs, they were all iron-blooded soldiers.

When they were locked in heavy handcuffs and shackles, they could do nothing but fish and meat to be slaughtered.

But after taking them off, they picked up swords, guns, and spears, and they were still warriors who could fight.