The wind howled and blew up a cloud of dust, which also made Chen Hai's clothes rustle.
He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, seeing the vague mountains, the vast expanse of land, the sparse trees on the plains, and the villages that were vaguely visible in the mist, but they were already deserted. Looking around, he felt desolate and vast.
Chen Hai exhaled a heavy breath of turbid air, bringing out wisps of white mist. Chen Hai's body trembled twice. It was mid-December, and he got up early in the morning in the coldest season. He, a five-star Jade Heng monk, couldn't stand the biting pain.
of chill.
"When will such a day come..."
"Chen Dutou!"
A shout that was particularly loud in this winter day exploded behind him, suddenly bringing Chen Hai out of his previous melancholy mood.
"Do you need anything from the brothers? You know, there's no need to be polite to us."
Chen Hai turned his head helplessly. As he expected, behind him was a middle-aged man with a greasy smile.
Chen Hai was very familiar with this man and knew that his name was Qi Xian. Just two days ago, he had joined the army with a centurion named Zhao Jinxi.
He came here as a model. An ordinary farmer resolutely joined the army, which greatly boosted the sluggish morale. However, after two days of contact, Chen Hai was deeply suspicious of his identity as an ordinary farmer.
As for the few people behind Qi Xian, the scholars who devoted their writings to join the army, and the civilians who left their newlywed wives to join the army... He didn't really believe it either.
These people are so calm!
It seems that they can be seen everywhere. From ordinary soldiers to him who leads this thousand-man army, they have all been asked by these guys:
'Do you want help? Is there anything we need them to do? Think about it.'
He is asked the most often.
Not to mention lack of organization and discipline, Chen Hai didn't expect a few non-military people who were temporarily incorporated into the army to be able to enforce orders and prohibitions.
But there should be a tense atmosphere, right?
This is going to be a battle and people will die!
Although the entire southwestern border of Zheng State is nearly a thousand miles deep, their army has 36 capitals, so it is not easy to encounter enemy troops.
But it’s not entirely without precautions.
If it weren't for the fact that these few were the 'mascots' of the military and could ease the nervousness of the sergeants with their heartless manner, Chen Hai would have dealt with them under military law.
Forget it, let them be, it's good to be energetic and allow more brothers to rest.
Thinking of this, Chen Hai was about to casually arrange a patrol mission for them, but suddenly he saw the young man named Lu behind Qi Xian, who was said to be a scholar who joined the army with his pen, and raised his hand to point in the distance.
"Smoke? Is that beacon smoke?"
Chen Hai's expression suddenly condensed, and when he looked back, he saw a stream of blue smoke rising straight into the sky!
At the same time, several people behind him dispersed with a roar and rushed into the military camp!
"Brothers, wake up!"
"Put on your armor, put on your armor, let's fight!"
"Enemy attack!"
The different shouts and shouts reveal...relaxation and joy?
These guys...
There was no time to find out what was going on. The military camp came alive in the early morning under the shouts of those people, and the sound of drums was heard, which was a good thing.
Chen Hai lay down, put his head close to the ground and listened, activating the two-star holy spirit of hearing and seeing. When he straightened up again, many sergeants had lined up behind him, waiting for him to give orders.
Here on the border, there is nothing like a city wall or fortress for them to defend. Those things are like paper under the hands of the three- and four-star monks. Building them is just a waste of people and money, and has no effect in resisting foreign enemies.
There is only a vague border line.
So as soon as the war started, it was an encounter in the plains. Chen Hai shouted loudly:
"This is a hundred-man team trying to feign an attack. There are no six-star Kaiyang-level monks in the team. There is no need to ask for support. The monk camp, follow me to meet the enemy!"
The war in the Holy Soul Continent is not about the number of troops, but the number of strong men! What really determines the outcome of the war is the handful of people at the top, those six-star Kaiyang strong men!
So from a certain point of view, the 36 capital troops at the front of the border are just cannon fodder. As long as the other side sends out a six-star Kaiyang strongman, they can completely destroy this army.
Thousands of people were slaughtered!
But if the strong men of Zheng State, who are always ready to support, can take advantage of this opportunity and keep the incoming six-star Kaiyang, they will make a profit!
Of course, there are a lot of things to say here, including various ambushes and counter-ambushes, and even after the full-scale war broke out, all the strong men were gathered at one point. This has also happened in the history of the Holy Soul Continent, and Zheng Guo has made corresponding arrangements and preparations.
, behind the 36 capital troops deployed in a ring, those who are always ready to support are the most elite soldiers of Dazheng.
Defense layer by layer, arranged in a circle!
Chen Hai, the boss, needs to decide whether to just fight or to fight and ask for help.
Qixian and other players stood at the back, looking at the elite soldiers lined up behind Chen Hai, and then at the young and old men around him who looked panicked and didn't even have full armor. They felt that the polarization was extremely serious.
"Compared to the regular monk camp, we are just a ragtag group."
"Hey, if you join the monk camp, can you receive any special tasks?"
"I don't know, but we're finally going to fight. I'm almost tired of doing chores these past two days. After this battle, there should be a lot of casualties. Let's see if we can join the monk camp."
In each capital army, there is a five-star Jade Heng-level captain, and a team of hundreds of elite monks, all composed of two-, three-, or even four-star monks. They can ensure that after forming the formation, they will be able to face the six-star Kaiyang.
Can persist for a short period of time.
As for those outside the monk camp, they are really just stragglers. Most of them have only received some simple training, and their strength is mostly only one or two stars. There are also many civilians who are not monks.
After a brief exchange with several players.
At the end of the line of sight, a hundred-man army with armor that was different from Zheng's army gradually appeared.
The one who rushed to the front was a middle-aged general with a gun. There was no fighting in front of the battle or shouting slogans such as the whole army to attack. When the two parties encountered each other, the two torrents collided directly!
The middle-aged general and Chen Hai connected with each other with their swords and swords. The monks in the monk camp also screamed silently and fought together around the two generals. All kinds of holy souls collided for a while, and the power of the holy souls surged in the air!
The battle broke out so fast that the players almost didn't even react!
It's the "stragglers" around them who are surrounding the players and taking a detour to the side!
Only then did they remember that Chen Hai had been emphasizing in the past two days the only tactic that non-monk battalion soldiers need to remember: 'Those who disrupt the formation of the monk camp from behind will be killed! Find a way to disrupt the formation of the enemy's monk camp.
!'
Several players looked at each other, nodded slightly, each drew their swords, quickened their pace, moved from the middle position to the front position in the 'Rogue Soldiers', and began to charge into the formation!
Gain experience!
The closer they got, the sounds of clashing weapons and screams of fighting became more and more harsh. The messy sounds made the blood of the soldiers boil. The moment before charging into the formation, there was a thin layer of blood mist on their faces! The faces of several players
His mind went blank, like an ordinary soldier, with his mouth wide open, his face ferocious, and his voiceless roar!
kill!!
Flesh and blood soar!
All the sword scriptures, sword scriptures, and the power and skills of the holy soul have been completely forgotten!
Only instinct remains!
The players were still able to spontaneously form a circle as planned and look after each other's backs, but as they fought, some people kept getting cut down and left behind!
Qixian kept raising his sword and swinging it, blocking and slashing again. In a daze, he saw a sergeant who seemed to have chatted with him and given him a mission to be chopped down by the enemy. Only then did his head clear slightly and he remembered to use Cong Xia.
The holy soul of the past is engraved on Yi's body.
Break the cauldron and launch!
Scarlet blood mist spurted out from every pore of his sweat. As his strength surged, his mind went blank again!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The fighting lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the level of the Seven Sages was raised by one level, but they did not wake him up.
It wasn't until a sharp blade penetrated him straight from behind, causing severe pain, that he finally froze and turned his head stiffly.
Only then did I realize that my fellow players had disappeared... was it that Shugu's army had gone deeper?
No, it seems... they are all dead?
The enemy behind him drew his sword, and then struck him on the neck with the sword, and his vision was instantly dark.
[Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists.
Young hero, please try again.]
[You can choose to be resurrected immediately at the cost of five levels, or you can choose to be resurrected at the nearest resurrection point one hour later]
The system's prompts pulled Qixian's brain out of its blank state.
After a moment of silence, Qixian thought to himself, so he chose to log off and wait for resurrection.