Except for a few stab wounds in the first-aid kit, Zhao Fan didn’t find anything good. He kicked the head and body in disappointment. Zhao Fan got up swearing and couldn’t stay too long. Otherwise, the Maple Moon Imperial Inspector Team might be afraid of the enemy and kill the door on charges of being like a tiger. That would be too wrong.
Catch two steps. Zhao Fan chased his comrade-in-arms Xun and formed a small team to cooperate with each other to divide the soldiers of Qingyang Empire for encirclement and killing.
In the chaotic battlefield, it can best reflect the powerful combination, especially some with tacit understanding can explode powerful combat effectiveness. With the move, Zhao Fan, a temporary team, has grown like a snowball, from a dozen people to nearly a hundred people. The long and short weapons are short of archers
"Boss, should we move on?" Often, some soldiers in Zhao Fan have automatically taken Zhao Fan as the boss and followed Zhao Fan. They are not worried about not eating meat or drinking soup.
Zhao Fan looked around and shook his head. "No, we have lost contact with the big forces. Now we must retreat or we will be surrounded by the enemy. Slow down and retreat in a circular array."
Indeed, because Zhao Fan’s squad is rushing too fast, its lethality is too strong, and the defenders are invincible, they have been consciously lured by the soldiers of Qingyang Empire to isolate their rear teams. If you don’t retreat until the soldiers of Qingyang Empire camp around, Zhao Fan’s squad will not want to go back.
Nearly 100-man squad quickly gathered to form a sawtooth that kept rotating like a stone mill, which kept hurting the soldiers of Qingyang Empire around it. Now the prey in the net is going to escape and pay a heavy price. Will the soldiers of Qingyang Empire take a break? Waves after waves are coming to the Zhao Fan squad like beating the rocks.
Too slow!
Zhao Fan is a little anxious. These soldiers of Qingyang Empire are as difficult as cowhide. Once they stick to each other and die endlessly, Qingyang soldiers Zhao Fan can’t see what’s behind these soldiers, but Zhao Fanke can conclude that Qingyang Imperial Supervision Team should be outside at the moment, otherwise these soldiers won’t work so hard.
Today, the fighting has been going on for four hours. Zhao Fan has some worries. If they can’t leave quickly, their team is likely to be abandoned. The Fengyue Empire and the Qingyang Empire have been fighting on the border for many times, but there has never been an hour of fierce fighting. After five or six hours, the two sides will tacitly slow down their offensive and adjust their troops to retreat. Some retreating troops caught in the battle group law will be demarcated according to the middle line, and these soldiers will not carry out some surprise operations.
Zhao Fan sometimes feels that this kind of border conflict does not seem to be some kind of interest struggle, but it seems to be training. Because during the three years of military service, many soldiers with strong fighting capacity in Zhao Fan have disappeared in the camp, and some have been transferred on business, while others have disappeared mysteriously.
"insist! Surrender is also death! "
Zhao Fan’s team mood seems to have signs of collapse, so he quickly shouted to stabilize everyone’s mood. In the face of such a group of peak sexually fierce soldiers who are not afraid of death, it is normal for Qingyang soldiers to be exhausted, but if the team collapses, they will die faster!
Zhao Fanxian found a strange phenomenon in the border war between the two countries, that is, the surrenders on the battlefield were all killed on the spot by the opposing team, and there was absolutely no forgiveness. It seems that the two sides reached an agreement that the team supervised their own army’s instability and killed the other side’s soldiers and did not participate in the battle. If it was not for the strict military discipline of the imperial army, this army would have been unstable, and it is estimated that there would have been a large-scale escape. I wonder if the troops in other places were the same.
"What’s the matter?"
Zhao Fan quickly stopped a Qingyang soldier’s weapon with two knives. He asked this Qingyang soldier Zhao Fan in a low voice. He was still familiar with it. After three years of fighting with each other for less than one hundred rounds, it was difficult for each other to resist each other now. The strange scene of each other passing each other on the battlefield to find other easy-to-bully objects made them have some tacit understanding.
The soldier gave a wry smile. "There’s a team behind him, bro. It’s unlikely that you’ll plant it back this time."
"Oh," Zhao Fan hesitated in disappointment and added, "Dude, let it go or don’t blame me."
The soldier’s face changed and he nodded. With the help of Zhao Fan, he vigorously screamed and flashed to one side.
"Side by side-"
Zhao Fan mouth a big shout
"kill!"
Often accompanied by some soldiers in Zhao Fan, Bai Zhao Fan hurriedly shouted that he would follow Zhao Fan closely to help Zhao Fan share some pressure.
Take a long breath. Zhao Fan’s face is suddenly red, his wrist is blue, and his steel knife is shaking. It seems that there are still faint ringing sounds. Without hesitation, Zhao Fan reversed the steel knife and drew several scars in succession. With the blood oozing out, Zhao Fan showed a morbid fanaticism.
"Slay the dragon!"
Zhao Yang’s sudden long hiss contains a kind of heartbreaking pain. The word "chop" has just been exported to Zhao Fan, and it has turned into a mass of knife shadows and whirled out. The flying knife light hovered around, and Zhao Fan was completely protected. The blade seemed to be like snowflakes. A few soldiers near Zhao Fanfeng could not bear it for a while and had to take two steps back to avoid the dense dangers in Zhao Fan’s knife light.
"Slaughter the Dragon" is a knife method that Zhao Fan found in a soldier of Qingyang Empire two years ago. It is very powerful, but it needs the support of the skill of mind. Unfortunately, Zhao Fan is an ordinary soldier who doesn’t know martial arts, has no access to any advanced martial arts, and has no money to buy those sects to sell the skill of mind. Finally, he groped for it himself. After several experiments, Zhao Fancai explored how to stimulate his energy by pain to wield this skill.
Although this method is not so good, it can indeed wield some power of "slaying the dragon". Unfortunately, it lasts for too long, but more importantly, "slaying the dragon" will make you feel weak for a while. If you don’t get desperate, if no one protects yourself, Zhao Fan won’t dare to make fun of his life.
The soldiers in Qingyang, where the knife light passed, melted as quickly as the soup spilled snow, leaving a casualty. The rest of the soldiers in Qingyang were even more frightened by the great Zhao Fan of great power, and Qi Fei was afraid to face Zhao Fan directly.
With the help of Zhao Fan’s flesh-and-blood channel, Zhao Fan team rushed to Zhao Fan with more than a dozen experienced veterans until Zhao Fan’s knife method was slow, and Zhao Fan was surrounded and exhausted. Zhao Fan was killed by the enemy while it was empty.
Set up Zhao Fanfeng’s imperial soldiers to slay some Qingyang soldiers who have lost their fighting spirit along the way and go straight to their team.
"How did the rabbit that had faded away escape instead?"
A commander in the command tower of Qingyang Empire was greatly annoyed. Seeing that this time, Zhao Fan could kill himself, at least he could have the face to brag to his colleagues. Unexpectedly, this fellow actually came to a salted fish to turn over and get rid of the heavy siege.
Although Zhao Fan is not famous in the team, his soldiers are still famous in this border force of Qingyang Empire. Many officers of Qingyang Border Force hate this unknown soldier. Because of the loss in Zhao Fan’s hands, there are many Qingyang warriors who lead them to meet people in front of our company. If it weren’t for the agreement reached between the two armies, Commander Qingyang would have arranged for the master to hand over Zhao Fan.
Seeing Si’s injured face, a soldier in Qingyang, with a different identity, politely suggested, "Why don’t Master Qi go to kill this fellow from a young man?"
The commander of Qingyang Army hesitated. The agreement between the two armies was not a joke. He was not one of those soldiers who knew the purpose of the empire’s training. He didn’t dare to make a fuss. Although the big suggestion was good, it was not acceptable, but this soldier was not an ordinary person. The commander patiently explained that "Wu Feng Shaoxia didn’t know that our two armies were fighting against each other. Senior officers can’t intervene and rely on soldiers from both sides to fight against this enemy soldier. Although we all hate him, I can’t bear the responsibility for tearing up the agreement between the two countries."
Wu Yin Yin smiled. "I’m not a Dutchman’s soldier. I’m here to experience. To be precise, I don’t have a soldier. I shouldn’t be classified as a Dutchman’s team establishment or bound by the agreement between the two countries, right? The constraint of the agreement is that soldiers are not like me. "
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