Chapter 379 Nightmare

At noon, the hillside that had been screaming for a long time finally returned to silence.

All the way down the mountainside, the dark red land was once again baptized with blood. Occasionally, a few wild flowers that were originally white were crushed in the dust and stained with dark red rouge. In addition to the previously stiff soldiers wearing standard armor, there were also many corpses wearing simple animal skins... The blood was so strong that it attracted many scavenging birds. However, because there were still living people walking around below, they could only It temporarily hovered in the air, making anxious calls from time to time.

Those so-called living people are actually soldiers holding spears. They walked around the corpses as if cleaning a battlefield. Of course, it's not about collecting those seemingly useless animal skins and iron rods, but watching if any corpse is still twitching or not swallowing a breath, and stabbing it with a gun!

This job was still very simple. After that, it was just a matter of moving corpses. There were only a few corpses that were also holding long guns. So soon a tall and thin officer who looked like a bamboo pole withdrew from the battlefield and looked up towards the mountain. There were Dozens of Bran soldiers stood in the gully of the fortifications, motionless and staring blankly.

The tall and thin officer scratched his head and walked to a majestic man who was also in a daze next to the fortification. He gave a simple military salute, paused for a moment, and looked a little troubled, "E-E what... Well, Mr. Battalion Commander, I It's a bamboo pole... uh, it's just a nickname. I came here to ask, do you need to clean up the battlefield?" He spread his hands and said, "If you need to, please hurry up. Several of our brothers here are injured and we need to go back for treatment as soon as possible. .”

Subconsciously licking his lips, the majestic man woke up from a dream, with a complicated expression on his face: "Okay, okay, I need it..."

He made a polite gesture: "Oh, please."

"Wait a minute..." The majestic and powerful man suddenly spoke. Seeing the tall and thin officer turning his head in surprise, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you, um, gray-clad army?"

"Huh? Of course." He was a little stunned by this somewhat nonsensical question, and then spread his hands again. The tall and thin officer had a strange expression on his face. It couldn't be that he was too excited and was scared out of his wits...

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Watching the tall and thin officer leave, Elt took a deep breath and barely suppressed the turmoil in his heart. Who are these people helping...

After all, he had seen big scenes. Of course Elt would not be frightened like this. Of course, he was indeed shocked. Judging from the previous situation, he believed that even if ten commanders came over, nine of them would adopt the defensive tactics he mentioned. As for the remaining one, he would either be a newcomer from the academy who did not know the heights of the world, or a member of each legion. An outstanding warrior!

The former newcomer has nothing to say. Every year, a few such idiots appear on the battlefield and become the laughing stock of everyone. As for fierce men, Elt has seen them before. There are countless commanders in legions, big and small, and there will always be a few guys with outstanding talents and brilliant military exploits that make people jealous. Erte has a carefree personality, but is still relatively pragmatic. He knows that most of the so-called fierce people have their own special features, and shit luck is not something that can be stepped on casually. At the very least, they must have received appropriate education, have a very high foundation of tactical literacy, etc. But the gray-coated army... to put it bluntly, they are a group of commoners with mud-legged backgrounds, and the probability of a strong man appearing is almost negligible!

But now, the corpses of barbarians on the ground, and the battle scenes that keep appearing in front of him like a nightmare, all tell Elt the fact that there is indeed a fierce man among these mud-legged people...

When the soldiers from both sides were approaching and the battle was about to break out, Elt's idea was very simple. He was to rush out as quickly as possible, and then see if he could kill a barbarian and earn back his money. But a young man randomly pulled out here and shot the opponent's commander to death with just one arrow... Then while waiting for the soldiers to charge, he just stayed there in a daze, and did not come back to his senses for a while.

Killing the opponent's commander in battle is a common tactic, and the effect is extremely good. Not only did it greatly damage the opponent's morale, it also directly destroyed the opponent's command system, causing its combat effectiveness to plummet. But the key point is that although everyone can think of this, very few can actually do it.

During battle, the commander either sits in the middle of the army or takes the lead. Generally speaking, there are more of the former, and it is difficult to kill them in one fell swoop. The latter are relatively rare, but they do exist, especially among lower-ranking officers. But even if you want to kill these guys who are taking the lead, it may not be as easy as imagined. After all, if you dare to do this, you have more or less two brushes.

The barbarian commander stayed at the rear. Because he was short, he kept jumping and jumping to observe the situation in front. He looked a little funny and a little provocative. When Elt and the others were fighting before, they had in mind to kill each other with an arrow. happy thoughts. In fact, they did do this. After all, although it was an epee camp, the scouts still had bows and arrows. However, there are those tall barbarians in front of the opponent, and this short guy also has some brains. He chooses a different place to jump every time. In this fleeting moment, no one can grasp this moment. Chance.

But after receiving the order, the young man in gray clothes holding the bow easily lifted the bow and loosened the string freely, just like he did during bow and arrow training. But it was such a careless blow, but it fired at an extremely fast speed. The general passed through the barbarian's head and directly killed the short barbarian with half of his head exposed... Not to mention Erte himself, even Erte himself was shot with this move. The barbarians did not react. Some of them turned their heads inexplicably after taking a few steps forward and found that their commander had been sent to the foot of the mountain...

Just when the decisive battle was about to begin, the commander was killed. Even the barbarians were a little confused by this sudden situation. However, Frey seemed to have expected it. As soon as the arrow was shot, with an order, the gray-clothed soldiers charged directly with their spears.

While looking back, he was shocked. On one side, they deliberately attacked and charged brazenly. The effect of this is naturally self-evident. The square and rectangular formation formed by the barbarians was torn open in an instant, and the sharp front of the gray-clothed army's arrow formation burst in.

In fact, at this time, Elt had a brief moment of recovery, but he was instantly shocked by the battle situation in front of him. Originally, although they had the upper hand by surprise, the barbarians were not Bran soldiers. They had an extremely strong will to fight. Even if the general was killed and morale was low, their combat effectiveness was still there.

But that was not the case. The Bran soldiers who rushed in were like tigers descending from the mountain, beating the barbarians back steadily, and soon tore the hole even wider, forming a force that cut them off in the middle. To be honest, Elt was a little frightened. He even doubted whether the extremely embarrassed group of barbarians in front of him were still the same group that had just fought with them. They could not see the ferocious momentum before.

But Elt was the battalion commander after all, and he immediately discovered the key. First of all, the dozen or so people who serve as arrowheads include Frey with a gun, a strong man with a big sword, and the ruthless tall and thin officer who just came to say hello, etc. They are extremely powerful in combat, and occasionally have fighting awns. Out of nowhere, there are almost no enemies. It was their strong breakthrough that caused the soldiers behind to swarm in, which was unstoppable.

However, these dozen people alone cannot determine the outcome of a battle. What shocked Elt even more was the soldiers. They are well-trained, and after breaking into the formation, they quickly find their fighting position; they cooperate with each other tacitly, hand out their spears alternately, and attack and defend as smoothly as a cloud, with quite a lot of rules and regulations; they are highly disciplined and complete their respective tactical actions without compromise. He is greedy for merit and has no fear at all.

Compared to Frey and others' actions to open up the situation with their own strength, Elt, as the battalion commander, was undoubtedly more amazed by the performance of these soldiers. After all, it will never be one person who determines the outcome of the final war, but thousands of fighting soldiers.

If I had such soldiers... Seeing this, I believe that any commander would have such thoughts, and Elt is no exception. Compared with the previous attacks by more than a hundred barbarians on his side, he had no power to fight back. Looking at the soldiers in front of him who were still chopping melons and vegetables against all the barbarians, Elt's eyes were filled with envy and he was filled with envy.

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"Oh, I'm hurt! Please, don't say you're messing with me when you go out in the future. You can't afford to embarrass this person!"

"Boss, it's just a scratch..."

"How dare you talk back... If you break your skin this time, you will lose your confidence next time. Believe it or not, believe it or not..."

Oh, and that guy who's a little nervous... Seeing the man named Tang En laughing loudly at the black-armored soldier in front of him, Elt's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but recall the previous scene.

In fact, he wasn't the only one who didn't rush out just now. This guy named Tang En didn't rush out either. He just kept strolling around the edge of the battle, as if observing something. Previously, Elt thought that the other party was afraid of death and wanted to take advantage. But just when he was about to look away with contempt, this guy suddenly disappeared on the spot, and his figure flashed in front of a barbarian who was about to kill the soldier, and then returned to the same place, with a thoughtful expression on his face. think.

The action at this moment made Elt think that he was blinded, but after turning his eyes involuntarily, he saw the barbarian holding the iron rod high, and a curtain of blood suddenly spurted out from his neck, covered with black hair. His face was full of confusion and he fell down...

Recalling this scene, Elt subconsciously touched his neck, and his scalp felt numb. By the way, this guy seemed to have come over and patted his shoulder and said something... Oh, what he said was, uh, the barbarian is indeed a human being... ...Damn it, this lunatic!

Shaking his head and getting rid of these distracting thoughts, Elt grabbed his hair vigorously, turned his head, and faced his men with dull expressions: "What are you still doing in a daze? Cleaning the battlefield..."

…………(To be continued.)