Liu Feng shouted coldly and killed the enemy in front of him with the machete in his hand.
The knife tore the throat cleanly, without any mercy.
The strong smell of blood was nauseating, and even if Liu Feng had smelled it countless times, it was difficult for Liu Feng to get used to it.
Looking up, there were soldiers fighting with each other all around. Most of them only wore a piece of cloth to cover their bodies and came to kill with wooden shields and inferior machetes, and Liu Feng was one of them.
This kind of equipment is really hard to associate with regular soldiers.
In fact, the two sides fighting were indeed not regular soldiers. They were just slave soldiers. They were consumables in the war between the two countries. Even if they died, countless people would come to replace them.
Slaves, this is the most indispensable thing in the Holy Soul Continent!
"Others who have traveled through time either have great backgrounds or are geniuses in cultivation. But I am not a talent, so let's not talk about it. I actually became a member of the slave army and have to work hard every day to survive. It's really ironic."
Liu Feng sighed in his heart, feeling sad for his fate.
Yes, Liu Feng is not a person from this world, but a time traveler from the earth. Four years ago, he inexplicably time traveled while playing the FPS masterpiece Call of Duty.
It's just that Liu Feng was unlucky after traveling to the Holy Soul Continent. Not only did he not have a strong financial background and incredible talent, but because he offended a noble second master, he was sent to the border to become a member of the slave army, living a precarious life.
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At first, Liu Feng was still holding on to luck, thinking that since he was a time traveler, his luck would not be so bad, and he would definitely have some adventures. When the time came, he would be able to kill everyone and repay the injustice he suffered to those who persecuted him.
But as time goes by, Liu Feng has grown from a sixteen-year-old boy to a twenty-year-old man who has experienced many hardships, but he has not encountered any adventures and almost died many times.
If Liu Feng hadn't had a strong will to survive and was very careful on the battlefield, he would have become one of those corpses long ago.
"Liu Feng, go to hell!"
Just when Liu Feng's thoughts drifted to one side, a roar suddenly sounded from behind, bringing Liu Feng back to his senses.
However, although Liu Feng was a little distracted, his vigilance did not diminish at all. When the roar sounded, he turned around and raised his knife to resist.
Boom!
The two blood-stained blades collided in the air, creating dazzling sparks. Liu Feng looked at the bearded man in front of him and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Cole, how many times has this been the first time we have fought?"
The bearded man named Cole chuckled and said: "Who has time to remember such things? Liu Feng, this is the 108th time we have fought. This time I will definitely kill you!"
After saying that, Cole pushed hard, forcing Liu Feng, who was slightly smaller than him, to step back.
It's just that Liu Feng has long been used to this kind of thing. His physique is inherently inferior to those of these aliens, so he never fights with anyone. When he was forced to retreat, he took advantage of the situation and did a backflip, using the force of the somersault.
method to reduce the stress and finally land smoothly.
Superhuman agility and reaction speed - these are the battlefield survival skills that Liu Feng has developed!
Glancing at Cole, Liu Feng sneered: "Hey, Cole, didn't you say you didn't remember? Why did you say in a blink of an eye that we fought against each other one hundred and eight times?"
Cole curled his lips: "I'm happy with it, can you take care of it? Just stay there and let me kill him!" With that said, Cole attacked Liu Feng again.
Liu Feng sneered and started fighting with Cole with a knife.
One of the two had amazing brute strength, the other was invincible in agility. Neither could do anything to the other. It was difficult to tell the winner for a while, forming a stalemate. Apart from them, most of the other slave armies were similar to the two.
They are all fighting against evenly matched opponents, and no one can do anything to anyone.
However, all slave soldiers have one thing in common, that is, they have a collar around their necks, which is a bit like a dog collar, and it emits strange dim light patterns.
"Woo~~~
Unknowingly, as the sun set, the sound of ringing gold sounded from the rear of the two armies. When the sound spread across the battlefield, the light patterns on the collars disappeared, and the soldiers of the two armies also stopped in tacit understanding.
Immediately afterwards, something unexpected happened. The two soldiers who had been fighting to the death just now greeted each other with relaxed expressions, and then withdrew their troops. Only a few of the guys who were obviously novices were at a loss, until the veterans
Follow after being reminded.
Liu Feng and Cole were the first ones to stop. After Liu Feng put away the knife, he looked at the unlucky man who was hacked to death and said: "Cole, is that guy a newcomer? He actually came up right away.
He looked like he was working hard."
Cole looked at the corpse with a sarcastic look: "Yes, we reminded that kid, but that kid thought that killing more people would be a great achievement and get rid of the identity of the slave army, so he suppressed it before coming.
Let’s make great achievements in one breath.”
"Do you want to make a contribution?" Liu Feng also smiled coldly and waved to Cole, "Okay, see you in ten days."
After that, Liu Feng retreated with his own people, and after Cole picked up the unlucky man's body, he strode away from the bloody battlefield.
Once every ten days, troops were sent out early in the morning and returned at sunset. This was the life of slave soldiers, just like going to work on a routine basis.
It's just that others work to make money, but the slave soldiers work hard and are one of the countless pawns in the game between the two empires.
In other words, it's not even a chess piece, it's just a side game used by the Helan Empire and the Xia Yue Empire to deal with criminals and rebels.
No one knows when this kind of war game started, and it has nothing to do with the slave army. What the slave soldiers care about is how to survive the next battle.
Soon, Liu Feng returned to the military camp with the large troops. They were placed in a dirty and dilapidated place. The conditions were very bad. Even the fence protecting the military camp was rough and poorly made, and had basically no protective effect.
In a place like this, whether the enemy attacks or the people inside want to escape, it is very easy.
However, none of the slave soldiers would try to escape, because of the collars around their necks - the slave rings!
This is a unique creation of the Holy Soul Continent. It can restrain slaves. Once the slave does something harmful to the master, disobeys the master's orders or wants to escape, it will explode immediately.
On the battlefield, the slave army received an order to fight with all their strength, so even if they didn't want to, they could only fight with the enemy with all their strength. The effect of the slave ring would not stop until the golden sound sounded.
Similarly, after the battle, the slave army could only stay in the military camp. No one dared to escape without permission, unless it was life-threatening.
"Hurry up, you bunch of rubbish. It's delaying my time to eat. Be careful of my whip!" the officer shouted loudly in front of the military camp. The whip in his hand kept waving, hitting the slave soldiers. The slave soldiers dared not speak out in anger.
, I could only endure the pain and speed back to the military camp.
Liu Feng, who was mixed in the crowd, looked at the officer coldly and then returned to the barracks with other slave soldiers, while another officer in charge of internal affairs kept shouting.
"If you want to eat, go and eat. If you want to be healed, go and heal. Hurry up!" As he said this, the officer suddenly kicked the slave soldier who was passing by him to the ground and spit.
, the contempt in his eyes was clearly revealed, "What a waste of food!"
"..." The slave soldiers remained silent and rolled away, while the others were busy doing whatever they were supposed to do - they had long been accustomed to this kind of thing.
Slaves have no human rights!
"Tch, what's the big deal? They're just a bunch of guys who couldn't survive in the regular army and were sent to serve as supervisors in the slave army. If it hadn't been for this damn collar, I could have beaten them all over the floor with one punch.
Looking for teeth." A young man in his twenties curled his lips and whispered with disdain, and then said to Liu Feng beside him, "Liu Feng, what are you going to do? Eat first or treat the injury first?"
As he said that, the young man took a look at the knife wound on Liu Feng's shoulder, which was left to Liu Feng by the unlucky guy who was hacked to death by Liu Feng today.
Although the injury was not serious and had scars, problems may still occur if it is not treated. After Liu Feng looked at the shoulder injury, he said: "I will treat the injury first, and then go back to eat."
The young man nodded and said, "Okay, do you want me to save some food for you?"
"No need." After Liu Feng left his cold words, he turned and walked to the other side of the military camp.
The young man curled his lips when he saw this, and another slave soldier came over and said: "Boss, you haven't given up on recruiting that boy to join your gang? You should give up. That boy is a cheap lunatic. He is not gregarious by nature. It has been four years.
It’s better to work alone. If a big battle breaks out, that kid will definitely die!”
After hearing this, the young man hummed and said: "I know, but Liu Feng is indeed a talent. He can last four years by himself. It is a pity to give up like this. Moreover, the war that happens once every five years will be here in a month.
, relying solely on our current strength, it is not easy to survive. If he can join us, our survival probability will be greatly improved."
At the end of the sentence, the young man's eyes showed worry, and the people around him also fell into deep thought.
Naturally, Liu Feng couldn't hear the words of the young group. He and the injured slave soldiers who needed treatment came to a large tent and lined up in a long line to enter the tent one by one. However, those arrogant and domineering supervisors were like iron-blooded soldiers here.
Generally, no one dares to shout loudly or beat the slaves severely.
The injured slaves entered the military tent one by one and came out one by one. However, after coming out, all the injuries on their bodies were healed, and even the scars were not visible, as if they had been given a new life.
However, everyone was very calm about this magical scene. There were no big or small monsters, and they seemed to have become accustomed to it.
Soon after, it was Liu Feng's turn. When Liu Feng opened the tent and went in, he saw a man wearing a robe and his face wrapped in a scarf. Only a pair of purple eyes could be seen in the tent.
Liu Feng got straight to the point: "Miss Yana, please excuse me, this time it's the shoulder."
Yana, the robed figure, looked at the injury on Liu Feng's shoulder and nodded slightly. A pink halo suddenly bloomed in her right hand, and then, a pink thread appeared, which was full of metallic texture, but very...
Flexible, it slowly rotates around Yana's right arm.
Although Liu Feng has seen this magical thread many times, he still can't help but feel envious, because this is what countless people in the Holy Soul Continent dream of - a Horcrux!
In the Holy Soul Continent, there are a very small number of people who are born with something called the Holy Soul. They will awaken when they are sixteen years old. After awakening the Holy Soul, those people will automatically obtain something called the Horcrux and fly from there.
Soaring to the sky, no longer linked to ordinary people, this kind of people are called holy souls!
The soul weapons of each Holy Spirit are different, but they are roughly divided into three types: weapons, soul beasts and auxiliaries. Weapons can be regarded as divine weapons, soul beasts can be regarded as summoned beasts, and auxiliaries are like Hannah.
A special thing with basically no combat ability, but it has magical effects that weapons and soul beasts don't have.
For example...treatment!
Under Yana's control, the silk thread flew to Liu Feng's wound, causing a pink halo to fall on the wound. Immediately, Liu Feng's wound began to heal at an extremely fast speed.