Chapter 134: Life and Death Struggle  (2)

Although there were more than 50,000 people on the battlefield, they were all shocked by the fierceness of these three or four hundred people.

These opponents are not afraid of life and death, and just one momentum can make their scalp numb and they dare not move anymore. When they encounter such a tough character, the indigenous and Principal Warriors can't help but feel sorry for each other.

They are facing opponents that are more than ten times higher than their own!

Although they can still see a hint of nervousness and anxiety in their faces until now, why are they more fierce than anyone else when they drop the knife? Why did they still choose to escape but stand in place when they escaped from the encirclement? Why did the leading human look like a steel knife that had just opened its sharp edge on the whetstone? A smell of blood that could not be washed away!

Whether it is the indigenous or the priest warriors, they have a clear mind in their hearts when they are licking blood through the knife head for many years.

What does such a look mean? Aggressive murderous aura can indeed be cultivated after all, but this kind of war and fierce look that originated from the bones cannot be cultivated.

The troops of Maple Leaf Town were divided into three parts, led by Yang Dashuan, led by Bimon as a team, led by Da Taibao as a team of centaurs and dwarves as a team, and the remaining little giant Iverson formed a separate cavalry as a team.

Although this strategy achieved a certain effect and swallowed up most of the public teams and indigenous tribes, such shortcomings were exposed at once. No matter how powerful Iverson was, he was always alone. In fact, the killing and damage caused by the centaurs of the Birdwing Crossbows were not even controlled by the bird-winged crossbow cart.

"Master, what should I do?" The nervous Bru asked in a low voice when he saw that the master did not answer.

"Wait first and see!" Yang Dashuan said casually.

In fact, Yang Dashuan did not expect that they were so difficult to deal with. After all, they had never experienced a decent battle, so they were more or less underestimated. However, this does not only mean that Yang Dashuan already thought he had failed, but on the contrary, the battle has just begun!

It’s not easy to feel like Maple Leaf Town.

The public team and the indigenous tribe on the opposite side also felt very awkward. Just before, they were still fighting each other, but in a blink of an eye they joined forces to stand together. Not to mention the other party's combat effectiveness, these hundreds of people approached at the same time, which gave quite a few people an illusion that they were surrounded!

"Retreat!"

Hidden among the natives, a voice sounded.

The leader has given orders, who else dares not to listen?

For a moment, the indigenous people's footsteps were quietly moving backwards. Although it was not obvious, it gradually widened the distance between them and the public. The troops that were originally tied together finally broke down. Due to the indigenous people's retreat, the public team was constantly retreating without orders.

A strange scene suddenly appeared on the wasteland.

The two troops with a total of about 5,000 people were actually frightened by a mixed force of less than 400.

"Just!" Yang Dashuan couldn't help but squint his eyes, quietly turned his head, and said to Gao Fei, the Hulk Trolley beside him. "Let the Da Taibao and the others push the crossbow over, and we will fight them to the end!"

Gao Fei was stunned for a moment, walked around behind her back, and sneaked towards the Centaur.

The troops from both sides are still retreating.

This situation is exactly the result that Yang Dashuan is happy to see.

The terrain of the battle between the Public* team and the robber tribe is a bit strange. There is a rolling hill on both sides, and a wide avenue in the center. The avenue is not narrow, but the space is very large.

This means that Yang Dashuan led the slaves to kill a whole circle and penetrate the troops from both sides!

Now the place where the slaves are backed by hills, and the back of Yang Dashuan and the slaves are also hills. It is unrealistic to escape left and right, but if they run back, they will face the tall hills. Once they choose this path, it means selling their backs to the enemy.

In the public team, Earl Kefire was still scolding him loudly.

But none of the soldiers under his command would listen to him. It’s nonsense to be a big shot. In this case, the most important thing is to save your life.

Several magicians looked at it and finally waited until the people on both sides of the enemy and us separated, but they began to hesitate again. The magicians were all old-fashioned guys, and they were not like Kefir, who could not see the situation on the battlefield at all. Although this sudden surprise weapon now threatened the natives and the public team, once the magicians took action, they would break this extremely delicate balance.

Maybe by then, the natives will attack the public team with this surprise soldier, and then they will not even have the chance to escape.

"Traitor, treason! Rogge, you are treason!" Kefiel shouted at the top of his voice. Before he could shout twice, his mouth was covered by his subordinates. At this time, it would be better to remain silent. Otherwise, he would anger the prince, and they might help the natives!

"Rog, we're here!"

Posaya came up with the centaurs, and four bird-winged crossbows and several bundles of triangular sword blades were placed in front of him. "We have already obtained this thing, should we retreat?"

"retreat?"

As soon as these words were said, not only Yang Dashuan, but even the slaves couldn't help but look at each other.

"Retreat, there is no possibility! These guys have cut so many knives from me, so what if they don't return them? Can I still raise my head to see people in the future?" Thad touched the gap that was turned on the blade, and his face was fierce. "If you don't kill these guys, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"That's right, these little guys are so arrogant!"

The slaves responded easily.

The armor on their bodies has been more or less cut. This is a specially made chain armor. A steel plate with a thumb-thickness has been knocked into blocks. Now it looks much better than beggars.

The slaves thought this thing was in the way, so they could no longer help themselves block the knife, so they just took it off.

This scene fell into the other party's eyes, adding to the toughness of the slaves in their hearts.

"Rog, do you want to swallow them all?" Posaya was shocked again.

Even if the centaur and dwarf were added, even if there were these four bird-winged crossbows, even if there was a cavalry composed of Komodo beast and Titan giant, she could not believe it-even if she was unwilling, let alone believe that this young man's appetite was so huge. He actually wanted to swallow more than ten times his own troops in one go!

"Yes, no one of them can ever get out of this wasteland alive without my permission!"

Yang Dashuan said with a smile. He also imitated the slaves and took off his almost completely broken armor. He used his solid and strong chest to meet the gaze of the indigenous people and the public ** team!

Although the number of people has a great advantage, neither the natives nor the public team want to rush up and avenge what happened before. It is not that they are not strong enough, nor that they have no strength, but even if they are strong and powerful, they will become models with a head-on shrink when facing such a life-and-death opponent.

"Hey, Gao Fei, aren't you the most afraid of death? I originally thought you would secretly take off your armor and put on the clothes of those human soldiers to take the opportunity to slip away!" The Otabo pushed the crossbow and walked from behind to the front. After looking around, he said to the Hulk Troll next to him.

"Don't you go, what's wrong with me? Are you afraid of death? Seeing those ogres? If you want to live longer than them, you have to use the knife faster and cut down more harshly. Before they fight back, cut off their heads!" Gao Fei licked her dry lips and narrowed her eyes.

His body was covered with green blood, which were the result of the killing of many ogres.

The natives could not laugh at all when they heard their conversation.

The other party was also afraid of death, but for some reason, facing an opponent who was also afraid of death, he did not have the courage to raise his weapons to kill them.

“How many people are left?”

Yang Dashuan turned his head away and asked Bru, who had not left him before the battle.

Bru nodded, ran around the team, counted, looked at the familiar people, and couldn't help but be stunned. "Master, it seems that there is not a single one!"

None of them are missing?

Now even Yang Dashuan couldn't believe it. After experiencing such a high-intensity battle just now, no slave died. He turned his head suspiciously, and every familiar face was there. Although it was covered in blood, he was still energetic.

"See you?"

Yang Dashuan grinned proudly, raised the Destroyer in his hand and pointed at the other party.

The slaves blinked and looked at each other. Basically, under this situation, they knew what their master had to express.

Posaya also raised her head and raised her ears. She wanted to hear what the young man wanted to say.

"They are so bad! More than six thousand people, and we, including the centaurs and dwarves who were taking the way back, have not more than five hundred. Have you seen it? Look at which one of you is dead?"

Yang Dashuan's voice was loud and confident.

The slaves were stunned.
Chapter completed!