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

Going down the hillside, the dark red earth was once again baptized by blood. Occasionally, a few raw white wild flowers were crushed into the dust and stained with red rouge. On them, there were a lot of corpses wearing simple animal skins that had been stiff before... The blood was soaring, attracting many scavenging birds. However, because there were still living people walking below, they could only temporarily hover in the air and make long and anxious sounds from time to time.

Those so-called living people are actually soldiers holding spears. They patrol around the corpses, as if cleaning the battlefield. Of course, they are not collecting the skins and iron rods that seem useless, but watching if any corpse is still twitching, they can't swallow it in half a breath and stab it with one shot!

The job was still very simple. Then it was to carry the corpses, and only some were carrying spears. There were not many. So soon a tall and thin officer who looked like a bamboo pole withdrew from the battlefield and looked up to the mountain. There were dozens of Bran soldiers standing in the ravines of the fortifications, motionless, and staring at this side in a daze.

The tall and thin officer scratched his head, walked to a majestic man who was also stunned by the fortification, gave a simple salute, paused, and looked a little distressed, "Ah, what... Well, battalion commander, I am Zhugan... Uh, just a nickname. I'm here to ask, do you need to clean the battlefield?" He spread his hands, "If you need to, please hurry up. A few brothers here are injured, and we have to go back for treatment as soon as possible."

Subconsciously licked his lips, and the mighty man woke up as if he was in a dream. He looked complicated and said, "Okay, okay. I need it..."

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

"Wait..." The magnificent man suddenly spoke, and when he saw the tall and thin officer turned his head in surprise, hesitated for a while, he asked, "You, huh, the gray-clothed army?"

"Uh? Of course." He was a little stunned by this nonsensical question, and then spread his hands again. The tall and thin officer looked a little strange. It was not that it was too exciting, but he was scared to death...

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Seeing the tall and thin officer leaving, Elter took a deep breath and barely suppressed the storm in his heart. Who are they helping...

After all, I have seen big scenes, so Elter would not be so scared. Of course, he was indeed shocked. Judging from the previous situation, he believed that even if ten commanders came, nine of them would adopt the defensive tactics he mentioned. As for the remaining one, they were either a new member of the academy who was ignorant of the sky or a strong man in the legions!

There is nothing to say about the former newcomers. Every year, a few such idiots appear on the battlefield, which become the laughing stock of everyone. As for the fierce people, Elter has seen them. There are countless commanders of the legion, and there are always such people with outstanding talents and jealous achievements. Elter has a carefree personality, but he is still relatively pragmatic. He knows that the so-called fierce people have their own special features, and that luck is not something that can be stepped on by casually. At least, they must receive corresponding education, have a very high tactical foundation, etc. But the gray-clothed army... to put it bluntly, that is, a group of civilians born from mud legs, and the probability of a fierce person is almost negligible!

But now the corpses of barbarians on the ground and the battle scenes that kept appearing in front of him like nightmare, all told Elter that there were indeed fierce people in these mud legs...

Before, when the soldiers on both sides approached and the battle was about to break out, Elter's idea was very simple, just to rush out as quickly as possible, and then see if he could kill a barbarian and make money back. But a young man was pulled out here and shot the opponent's commander to death with just one arrow... Then when the soldiers charged, he stayed in place stupidly, without coming 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 does it greatly damage the opponent's morale, it also directly destroys the opponent's command system, causing his combat effectiveness to plummet. But the key is that although everyone can think of this, very few can actually do it.

During the battle, the commander either takes charge of the central army or leads the way. Generally speaking, the former is more, and it is difficult to kill in one fell swoop. The latter is relatively few, but there are also some, especially low-level officers. But even if you want to kill these guys who lead the way, it may not be as easy as you imagined. After all, if you dare to do this, you will have some tricks.

The barbarian commander stayed behind, because he was short, and he kept jumping and observing the situation ahead. He looked a little funny and provocative. When Elter and his friends were fighting, they had the pleasure of shooting the other party with one arrow in their hearts. In fact, they did do this. After all, although it was a heavy sword camp, the scout still had bows and arrows in his hand. However, the tall and big barbarians in front of the other party were blocked by the other party, and the short guy was quite stupid. He chose a different place to jump up every time. In the fleeting moment, no one could seize this opportunity.

But the young man in gray-clothed army held the bow easily raised his bow and freely undressed the strings, just like what he did during the archery training. But this seemed a bit careless attack, but the speed of fire was extremely fast. He passed through the head of the barbarian and directly killed the short barbarian with half his head on the spot... Not to mention Elter himself, even the barbarians did not react. Some of them turned around for no reason after walking a few steps forward and found that their commander had been sent to the foot of the mountain...

Just as the decisive battle was about to take place, the commander was killed. Even the barbarians were a little confused. However, Frey seemed to have expected that as soon as the arrow broke out, the gray-clothed soldier charged directly with a spear.

While looking back, he was shocked. He deliberately attacked and charged forward. The effect of this was naturally self-evident. The square rectangular formation composed of barbarians was instantly torn open, and the sharp front of the gray-clothed military front arrow formation broke into it.

In fact, at this time, Elter had a brief comeback, but was shocked by the battle situation in front of him. Come on, although he unexpectedly took the lead, the barbarians were not Bran soldiers. They had extremely strong fighting will. Even if the main general was killed and his morale was low, his combat power was still there.

But this was not the case. The Bran soldiers who rushed in were like tigers down the mountain, defeating the barbarians step by step, and soon tore the cut even wider, forming a stance to cut them in half. To be honest, Elter was a little scared. He even suspected that the group of extremely embarrassed barbarians in front of him were still the ones who had just fought with them, and they could not see the fierce momentum before.

However, Elter was the battalion commander and instantly discovered the key point. First of all, the dozen people who were the arrows of the arrows, Frey, the strong man holding a big sword, and the tall and thin officer who had just come to say hello, were extremely powerful in combat, and there were almost no enemy in one round. It was their strong breakthrough that attracted the soldiers behind to flock in and were unstoppable.

However, these dozen people alone naturally could not decide the outcome of a battle. What shocked Elter even more was the soldiers. They were well-trained and after breaking into the formation, they quickly found their combat position; cooperated with tacit understanding, and handed out spears alternately, attacked and defended like flowing clouds, with a lot of sparse and dense rules; they were disciplined and completed their respective tactical actions without fail, and were never greedy for merit or fear at all.

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

If I had such a soldier... Seeing this, I believe that no matter which commander would have such thoughts, Elter was no exception. Compared with the previous attacks by more than a hundred barbarians, he had no power to fight back. Looking at the soldiers who were still like chopping melons and vegetables in front of him, Elter was so jealous and envious.

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"Oh, I'm injured! Please, don't say you're chasing me when you go out in the future, you can't afford to lose this person!"

"Boss, I've just scratched my skin..."

"You dare to talk back... This time I will break my face, next time I will break my mind, do you believe it or not, do you believe it or not..."

Oh, and that little nervous guy... Looking at the black-armored soldier named Don Elt loudly laughing at the black-armored soldier in front of him, Elter's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but recall the previous scene.

In fact, it was not only him who didn't rush out just now. This guy named Tang En didn't fight out, and just kept wandering around the edge of the battle, as if observing something. Elt had thought the other party was afraid of death and wanted to get a barbarian. However, just as he was about to take a look at him, the guy suddenly disappeared from the spot, and flashed in front of the barbarian who was about to kill the soldier, and then returned to the spot, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The momentary movement made Elter think he was confused, but after turning his gaze involuntarily, he saw the barbarian holding the iron rod high, and a bloody curtain suddenly spurted out from his neck, and his face covered with black hair fell down in a daze...

Looking back on this scene, Elter subconsciously touched his neck, and his scalp became numb. By the way, this guy seemed to come over and pat his shoulder and said something... Oh, what he said is, uh, the barbarian is indeed a human being...Damn, this lunatic!

Shaking his head and also shook off these messy thoughts. Elter grabbed his hair vigorously, turned his head, and looked at his subordinates with a dull expression: "Why are you still standing there? Cleaning the battlefield..."
Chapter completed!