Chapter 383 Let’s Go to Bed...

The battle at the foot of the mountain, or more accurately the one-sided massacre, has come to an end.

Looking from a distance, the man named Tang En was hugging the last two people and saying something. Then the tall and thin man on the left turned to look at the situation of the caravan behind him... His expression was unclear, but from the motionless Turning his head, he could still confirm that he was probably frightened!

It's normal to be frightened, Elt thought, because even he, who witnessed the battle with his own eyes, felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar and his scalp was numb...

After learning that it was not the spear that broke the camp, Elt was puzzled. However, as Frey pointed to the back of the caravan, the confusion was solved... There were a dozen black figures slowly approaching the caravan. The team dragged behind the guard.

It's these people, well, and that guy named Tang En... Even though the distance is a bit far, Elt can still recognize the identity of this group of people from the black armor that is different from other soldiers, and the leader is in Erte seems to be a bit nervous.

Just with this... well, twenty or thirty people, can they wipe out the caravan in a few minutes? After Elt counted the number of black-armored figures, he looked at Frey beside him who was looking down attentively, and refrained from asking any questions. Yes, in the previous battle with the barbarians, he knew that this man named Tang En should be very skilled, but what could such a small person do? Could it be that they all have the same physical strength as Tang En?

Erte's series of doubts are reasonable. As Frey just said, there are more than 200 caravans here. With a little organization, the combat effectiveness is actually very considerable. It is not possible to eat them all in one go. Easy. And even if they can't beat them, they still know how to run away. The barren mountains and ridges here are full of mounds. If they really want to scatter and escape, it would be delusional to think of annihilating them all. And once a few run away, this matter will become troublesome...

It is natural for Bran's soldiers to attack the smuggling caravan, but now everyone knows that there is a certain noble figure hidden behind the smuggling caravan in front of them. As a result, the soldiers are actually in a passive position. If all these people were wiped out, it would be a good thing to die without evidence. On the contrary, if the nobles know the clues that can be investigated, it will not be difficult to find them in a short time. Now is the war, these nobles will naturally not do anything, but the gap has been really forged. The soldiers are in the military camp and cannot run anywhere. It is very possible that they will find a good opportunity to retaliate later...

Immediately, while Elt was worrying about gains and losses, those black-armored soldiers took action right under his nose...

The path was narrow, so the caravan naturally stretched into the shape of a long snake. It can be seen that these smugglers are still very cautious. More than 200 people are evenly distributed in front and behind the caravan. Especially at the rear, the guards there have better armor and their strength is hard to say, but they are quite cautious and look around from time to time.

But no matter how they observed it, the men in black armor behind them were like prophets, and the moment before their eyes turned around, they very calmly avoided various bunkers and obstacles on the roadside. Soon, they were close to within a few meters, and then the man named Tang En made an inconspicuous forward gesture.

Uh... Elt's body at the top of the mountain was shaken, and the arm subconsciously rubbing his eyes paused in the air. In the sight, the dozen black figures were like cheetahs in the jungle. They quickly flashed out of their hiding places and came behind the guards in an instant. With the same and standard movements, they covered their mouths and raised their hands to move forward. The blade light flashed from the guard's neck. flashed...

"Ah..." Half a syllable of the low-pitched scream was forcibly swallowed. Elt seemed to feel the same thing. The arm that was suspended in the air touched his neck. The cold wind whistling beside his ears was broken down into strands at this moment. The gentle roar of the wind.

The killing continues! After these ten or so people succeeded, they did not repeat this action to the guards in front. Instead, they silently put down the corpses in their hands, passed directly through the guards, and rushed towards the target further ahead.

Be careful... isn't this exposed? Surprise and doubt flashed through Elt's mind for a moment, and then were covered up by even greater shock. Another group of black-armored men appeared out of nowhere, and flashed behind the guards who were either stunned or about to scream. They covered their mouths, raised their hands and stepped forward. The light of their blades flashed...

Without any pause, the silent killing quickly spread forward. Everyone in the entire caravan had no idea about this. Some of them were walking alone with their heads down and listlessly, kicking away the gravel at their feet, and then their mouths and throats were directly covered. Sometimes the two of them got together to chat, with smiles on their faces that all men knew, and then they were killed at the same time. Some subconsciously turned their heads to observe, and then in the middle of the turn, their necks directly hit the incoming blade light... The expressions were different, the actions were different, but the result was the same!

There were no thundering roars, no low moans, no blood-stirring sound of weapons exchange, no domineering fighting light that shone in the audience... Silent and weird! Some are just two groups of more than a dozen black shadows interspersing quickly and orderly, like surging waves on the seaside, one layer higher than the other until they engulf the entire beach.

The pale sun is still hanging in the sky as always. The warm light is no match for the cold wind, but it still works hard to bring light and warmth to the world. However, Erte couldn't feel even the slightest bit of warmth at this time. His eyes were fixedly looking down, as if there was a ghostly atmosphere around him, and his body felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar...

He has also been fighting on the front lines for many years. Although he has never made any great achievements and has only climbed to the position of battalion commander now, he has witnessed a lot of battles. However, even if he scratched his scalp and scratched his head, he couldn't imagine when he had seen such a fighting method!

Is this still a fight? Is there anyone who kills people like this... Elt's eyes were already blurry. In his sight, the flashing black shadows turned into sharp blades, and the entire caravan was just a pile of threads, intricately mixed together. Together. What these sharp blades are doing now is to find the flaw in the thread ball, and then cut it decisively without disturbing other lines... As the number of cuts gradually increases, the flaw will naturally become bigger and bigger. Finally, straightening out the entire skein of thread... that's it, that's all!

"Wow, it really is a gray space!" A soldier around him couldn't help but shake his head, his tone and expression seemed to be that he had eaten a sumptuous meal, he seemed satisfied and a little emotional.

The following battle ended completely when Tang En smoothly brought the heads of the two leaders of the smuggling gang together. Now he is waving towards the top of the mountain, calling everyone to come down.

"I've been counting the time." Another soldier smacked his lips, stood up and said, "Tsk, tsk, one minute and one second... the battle is over!"

"That's not accurate, look. Boss Tang En didn't take action at all before, and he even chatted with those two people for a few words later. So the time should be, well, it's not easy to calculate...anyway, it's definitely around the same time Within minutes.”

"If you put it this way, uh, if you give Boss Tang En a few days, wouldn't the barbarians be dead? Ha, I think we should go back to wash up and sleep. There is nothing wrong with us..."

"Haha, of course that's not how it was calculated..."

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If it's normal, it should be solved in a few minutes... Thinking about what Tang En said before, Elt's body tensed up and he swallowed unconsciously. What a joke, he actually did it, and it's not over yet One minute... If it's my epee camp, how long can it last? God, if this is just a nightmare, please let me wake up quickly...

Obviously, the strong contrast and shocking results have given this commander who has experienced many battlefields a serious sense of unreality.

"Captain Elt, Elt..."

"ah?"

"Well, cough..." Looking at Elt's confused expression, Frey coughed twice and shook his head helplessly. He could probably understand the other person's feelings, because he had felt this way before, and patted his shoulder, " Let’s go, the battle is over, we need to clean up and return to the level as soon as possible.”

After a pause, he decided to mention this young man from the legion who admired him, "Don't think about it, there is no point in comparing. There is only one such team in the entire Western Ze continent, and it cannot be copied! Haha, be lucky, fortunately there are not many people. Isn't it? Otherwise, we soldiers will really have to go back to wash up and sleep..."

…………(To be continued.)