The thick folding iron knife was held tightly by a rough big hand. He twisted his waist and dragged it forward. The hard but not so sharp blade scratched across the enemy's body. The weight brought about the strong force of inertia, causing the blade to break through the leather armor and scratch it.
Flesh and blood, broken bones and tendons.
"kill!"
The heavily armored infantrymen were covered in darkness, with only a pair of cold eyes showing, and they shouted coldly.
Beside him, there were a total of five spearmen and heavy-armored infantry. They formed a small group and cooperated tacitly to kill the enemy on the battlefield.
Looking around, the entire battlefield is scattered, and the scattered military formations automatically form small teams to fight, forming small battlefields.
"Fang Fan, die!"
But at this moment, several people suddenly shouted loudly, with red eyes, and rushed towards Fang Fan like crazy.
Clang! Clang!
The soldiers on the way intercepted them one after another, but they were extremely fast and had other soldiers guarding them, so they were not blocked for a while and allowed them to rush forward.
"die!"
"Mayor, be careful."
Seeing this, Tang Jiajun went to fight in front of Fang Fan. He looked at the people rushing over and said cautiously with his head tilted.
"fine."
Fang Fan smiled and waved his hand. As soon as he finished speaking, several people who rushed over met the personal guards.
The person at the forefront is called Dong Heng. He is Pei Fang’s high school, college roommate and best friend. After graduating from college, due to some things, the two of them struggled in society together until the eve of the end of the world.
They went out to play together that day, but they didn't expect that once they came out, they couldn't go back. They struggled outside, killing mutant beasts, killing people, constantly struggling on the edge of life and death, laying stone monuments, and establishing territories. Until now, life has become easier.
Thinking of this, Dong Heng's eyes became even redder, and his fleshy face became a bit ferocious and terrifying due to anger.
"Ah, it's destroyed, everything is destroyed, Fang Fan, I'm going to kill you!!!"
Looking at the rushing guards, Dong Heng swung down the long sword in his hand, and the wielder looked at death as if life was meaningless. Dong Heng's eyes seemed to be filled with the bloody scene of this man slashing in two parts.
clang!!!!
"How can it be?"
The sword he swung out with full force struck the long sword in the guard's hand hard, and the sharp blades met, making a sharp sound.
The guard's blade directly made a gap, and the guard also took two steps back, but Dong Heng was also blocked.
The guard's hands were a little numb, and he almost couldn't hold the long knife in his hand. But when he saw Dong Heng who had stopped charging, he twisted his neck and gestured to both sides. Suddenly, a group of guards looked at Dong Heng and the three of them, and their smiles gradually became abnormal.
Laughed ferociously.
"Jia Jun, if I remember correctly, the lowest weapons in the hands of the Guards are ordinary soldiers of the eighth level, right?"
Fang Fan looked at this scene, frowned slightly, turned his head and asked softly.
"Yes, they are generally eighth-level wolf-tooth knives."
Fang Fan heard this and nodded.
"If you can make a sound like this, then the sword in his hand is at least a sharp weapon."
Suddenly, Fang Fan pondered for a moment and then continued.
"It's still too low. Let's go back and send a message to the Equipment Manufacturing Department. All the Guards will be equipped with level 9 or even sharp weapon level 1 weapons. Then no one will be equipped with a small buckler. Well, that's it for now."
Tang Jiajun nodded, indicating that he heard it. At the same time, he was writing quickly on a small book, recording quickly.
The two of them were chatting casually while watching the battle between Dong Heng and his bodyguards. Dong Heng was furious when he saw this scene. This humiliation made his blood flow to his head and his face turned red.
"Ahhhhhhh, die, die, die, die!"
Dong Heng kept letting out angry roars, and the sword in his hand was slashing indiscriminately. Seeing this, Fang Fan curled his lips.
But at this moment, Tang Jiajun suddenly said with some surprise.
"Boss, look at his grin, does it look like he is grinning?"
"Hey, what you said is really similar."
"He can still laugh. There must be some back-up plan. Boss, you have to be careful."
"It's okay, I guess I saw the two idiots next to me approaching."
Fang Fan said casually and pointed to the side.
"Um!?"
Tang Jiajun didn't react at first, but when he did, he was shocked and looked over quickly.
At first Tang Jiajun didn't see anything, but in the next moment, a person appeared in the shadow, suddenly rising up, holding a blood grooved dagger in his hand, the matte frosted surface shone with a green luster, as if there was something there.
A foul smell comes out, making people nervous and quenching the poison at the sight of it!
"Boss, be careful."
Tang Jiajun's face changed drastically. Looking at the extremely fast figure with a cold expression, shrouded in a layer of faint white light, he crossed the distance in an instant, jumped high, and came to the side of the dragon and elephant, raising his dagger high.
A ferocious smile gradually appeared on his cold face.
boom!!!
A golden shadow flashed past, the assassin's waist was concave backwards, and he flew out at a faster speed. His face turned red, his eyes protruded under the huge pressure, and his nose, ears, mouth, and eyes were covered with blood. It was very scary.
.
Tang Jiajun couldn't help but shudder as he looked at the silly dragon elephant who slowly retracted his nose and turned his head like Fang Fan asking for credit.
At this time, the ferocious smile on Dong Heng's face froze, his grinning mouth could no longer be closed, and his angry eyes were full of disbelief and unimaginable.
puff!
The guard's sword passed by fiercely, and Dong Heng's head was blown up under the extremely high blood pressure. It spun around in the air for several times before falling weakly to the ground. A pair of wide-open eyes looked at the sky, as if questioning God.
,generally.
The bodyguard who easily beheaded Dong Heng's head curled his lips and slowly put away the long knife.
"Okay, get up. This is probably a job like a job-changing assassin. It can achieve a certain degree of invisibility, making it difficult to detect."
Fang Fan looked at the Guards Captain Ye Lichou who was kneeling in front of him and said calmly. After thinking for a moment, he said calmly.
"But you are indeed a little lax. Based on your cultivation level, if your spiritual consciousness is emitted, you should be able to find something wrong."
Hearing this, Ye Lichou lowered his head in shame.
"I was careless."
"Go back and do the full set of training ten times for yourself and five times for the other guards. Finish it today. Then you will deduct one month's salary and all the guards will deduct half a month's salary. Is there any problem?"
"Yes, no problem."
"Um."
Fang Fan nodded slightly and returned his attention to the battlefield.
After Dong Heng and several others died, the morale of Pei Fang's army was greatly affected, and they were overwhelmed in one fell swoop. At this time, the balance was slowly tipping, and the overall situation was certain.
And at this moment, Fang Fan suddenly heard a shout.
"Go up, help the princes of Ning'an and kill the rebels."
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Fang Fan looked at the dozen or so troops that were surrounding them, and his brows twitched.
Next to him, Tang Jiajun opened his mouth slightly and murmured to himself.
