Chapter 377 Rescue, Embarrassment

The fierce battle continued. On the dozens of meters of slopes leading to the top of the mountain, every inch of the land was soaked in dark red blood. Bodies that gradually stiffened were scattered, mostly Bran soldiers. Some of them had hollow chests and did not die immediately. They twitched from time to time, and then a big iron bar smashed down appeared in their eyes...

boom! He kicked the barbarian on the side, and his exhausted body couldn't help but take a few steps back. The heavy sword was stuck vertically on the ground, and he barely stabilized his staggering figure. Although this majestic man with the rank of Battalion Commander Bran printed on his sleeves was not less angry, He has reached the end of his strength, his body is covered in blood from wounds of all sizes and he is on the verge of collapse.

"Roar!" A barbarian not far away roared when he saw that there was a big bargain to be found. He threw away his opponent and rushed over with a heavy sword. Ordinary barbarians are not smart, but they know Bran's military rank and know that killing a commander is worth more than a soldier.

clang! Sparks flew everywhere, and the heavy sword that he had managed to parry fell instantly, striking the kneeling battalion commander's own shoulder armor, and was deeply embedded in it. The white bones could be seen, and blood spurted out again. "Die!" With some vague words, the barbarian excitedly raised the heavy sword again, but just when he was about to drop it, his body shook, and poof, the left chest and the animal skin were pierced by a heavy sword.

"Idiot, your opponent is me!"

Bang! The heavy sword fell to the ground, and with a bang, the unwilling barbarian was kicked away by his previous opponent, a young soldier, and rolled down the hillside.

"Battal Commander." He stretched out his hand to pull up the majestic man. The young soldier's face was a little pale. The blow just now was not easy for him. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay...yeah!" With a muffled grunt, the battalion commander pulled out the heavy sword embedded in his shoulder. Then he patted the young soldier's shoulder nonchalantly and said with a grin, "Ross, great job!"

"Haha, that barbarian is too greedy." The young soldier named Ross scratched his head and smiled slightly shyly. Then he helped the battalion commander take a few steps back and asked, "Should we move back?"

"Don't retreat! Huh..." He responded without hesitation and gasped for air. The battalion commander looked around at the fighting situation. His soldiers could no longer hold on any longer and the front line was in danger. "Send my order and send the reserve team behind!" "

"Uh..." He glanced back subconsciously. There were soldiers sitting on the top of the mountain more than ten meters away taking a break. There were only a few dozen of them, and all of them were injured. They were said to be a reserve team, but in fact Above are the wounded soldiers who retreated earlier. But now was not the time to hesitate. Ross nodded, stood up and was about to run back, but then he paused and looked hesitant. Finally, he turned around and asked, "Battalion Commander...will reinforcements come?"

"Yes, I will! Go quickly." The battalion commander waved his hand with a firm look on his face.

"yes."

But the premise is that we can hold on until then... Looking at the young soldier running back with joy on his face, the majestic man put down his arms, with bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

Time was running out... They encountered this group of barbarians last night. After quickly judging that they could not escape, he immediately sent soldiers back to ask for help, and then used the terrain to delay for a while. But even if the soldier reaches the checkpoint safely, the distance is enough to consume a lot of time. To be honest, he himself was not even sure that the reinforcements would arrive in time.

But he is the battalion commander, and even if the team is truly in desperate situation, he cannot let his soldiers lose confidence.

The more than twenty injured soldiers quickly went into battle and the battle line became stable again, but everyone knew that this was only temporary. And when they fall into passivity again this time, they will not even be able to return to the top of the mountain, and their lives will come to an end.

Despite this, the battalion commander's decision not to retreat and to send out the remaining troops was the right one. There are no defenses behind. If we don't fight for the last time here, but retreat to level the top of the mountain, it will turn into a one-sided massacre. In this case, it would be better to kill a few more barbarians here to get enough.

I looked at the direction of the checkpoint again, and saw that there were still rolling hills without any trace of human beings. Huh... I took a deep breath, and the smell of blood filled my throat. The majestic man tightened his grip on the heavy sword in his hand. The disappointment in his eyes receded, and he regained his sharpness and determination.

We can no longer retreat. If this is the case, then we will die here today!

Half-lifting the sword, he stepped forward, opened his mouth and roared...

"kill!!!"

The loud shouting of death suddenly sounded from behind, and the evil force was overwhelming.

It's not me who yelled... He opened his mouth, and the majestic man was a little dazed for a moment. Then more than a dozen figures jumped out beside him, wearing black armor, big swords, short blades, etc., with various weapons, and then one after another. Soldiers wearing various armors and holding spears rushed out. What's going on?

"Reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming..."

The young soldier had been wandering on the edge of the battle because he had not found a suitable opportunity to attack, so he was the first to discover this group of magic soldiers who seemed to have descended from the sky. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that they were armors and not animal skins. Subconscious cheers.

"Reinforcements are coming!"

This sentence was more effective than any recovery magic. The exhausted Bran soldier was overjoyed when he heard this. His body seemed to be re-injected with a warm current of power. The weak heavy sword was immediately swung into the wind, and the reinforcements had not had time to join in. During the battle, the barbarians were beaten back continuously.

Needless to say, these reinforcements are naturally from Gray Space and Frey's spear-breaking camp.

The reason for attacking from behind is that although the slope behind the hill is steep and not suitable for fighting, climbing is still not a big problem without interference. The second reason is that since there is no good opportunity to sneak attack the barbarians due to the wide visibility around them, it is better to save this group of Bran soldiers first.

Because of the sudden appearance, these fifty or sixty barbarians were caught off guard. In addition, Frey's side was full of fresh troops, and the spears were all handed out, so the barbarians had to retreat continuously. The more than a hundred barbarians at the foot of the mountain finally came to their senses, roared quickly, and rushed forward to respond.

Halfway up the mountain, all the forces of both sides made first contact. Because there was no plan in advance, the venue could not be used at all. In the melee, there were casualties on each other. In general. Frey had a slight advantage here. Seeing that the situation was not good, the barbarians did not attack by force. After leaving more than ten corpses behind, they slowly retreated to the foot of the mountain.

The barbarians here wanted to retreat, but the gray-clothed soldiers did not pursue them. Through the short battle just now, they had experienced firsthand the tyranny of the barbarians. Although he is not afraid, he has to admit the opponent's fighting ability. This is not an opponent that can be defeated in one fell swoop by taking advantage of the opportunity to cover up the kill, forcing it will only cause unnecessary casualties.

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Bang, bang, bang... Watching the barbarians retreat to the foot of the mountain, the last strength supporting Bran's soldiers disappeared, and they all collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. On the hillside, several twitching bellows seemed to appear in an instant.

"Haha, God is not dead, I am the epee battalion...Thank you, thank you, where is your commander..." Amidst the laughter, the majestic man found Frey, and looked at the opponent's armor and the rank on his sleeves with some confusion. , and then raised his hand in a military salute, "Thank you for the friendly support! Well, the epee camp of the Fourth Thunder Army, Elt!"

Perhaps after hearing the name of the Thunder Legion, Frey smiled and responded with a military salute: "Bran's new Gray Army spear breaks the camp, Frey."

"Grey-grey army..."

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There was a brief silence in the scene, and the loud breathing around them also became quiet.

Escape from death is certainly something worthy of ecstasy. But after learning that their former battlefield enemy, the Gray Army, had rescued them, these Bran soldiers still couldn't help but feel complicated and awkward.

"Uh oh... It turns out he is a brother of the Gray Army." After a moment, the battalion commander named Elt reacted, with a strange expression on his face, but still smiled, "I heard earlier that you were coming... "

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a suppressed and angry voice. It was the young soldier named Ross, "Are you the Gray Army?"

Frey was startled for a moment and looked at Elt: "This little brother is..."

"You are the gray-clothed army!" The heavy sword trembled, and his tone became more aggressive, as if he had confirmed it.

The gray-clothed soldiers around him frowned and approached, and they were also a little angry. Originally, they came to the rescue with good intentions. It's good now, but the rescued person questions, what the hell is this...

"Ross, calm down! Without them, we are already dead!" He shouted. Seeing the young soldier's face flushed, but still stubborn, Elt shook his head helplessly and waved his hand, "Come here, first Drag him aside."

Several Bran soldiers forcibly dragged Rose away, whispering something. Elt apologized and spread his hands: "I'm sorry, his brother, well, he was killed in battle with you before... I have no other intention. You can come to the rescue. I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of the whole battalion."

Elt's tone was quite sincere, which made the soldiers on Frey's side look slightly better. Although he may not have a good impression of the gray-clothed army, as he said just now, they are indeed saved because of each other, and the necessary thanks must be given.

But despite this, the atmosphere in this scene was inevitably awkward and cooled down. After saying a few words, Elt wanted to see the casualties and organize capable soldiers, and then left politely. Although Frey had expected that such a situation would happen, he did not get the respect he deserved as a rescuer. He was also quite depressed and nodded and left.

"Bah, damn, if I had known better, I shouldn't have saved these white-eyed wolves." David spat hard, looking at the Bran soldiers who separated from them automatically, and said angrily.

"You always have to take the first step, just to form a good relationship, it doesn't matter. Haha, and they say they are white-eyed wolves, no matter what they do." He replied casually, Tang En was not interested in paying attention to these rights and wrongs, he His eyes were always on the barbarian at the foot of the mountain, thinking about a question...

Barbarians should be considered human beings. Will they be alive if they are killed? (To be continued.)