The fierce battle continued. On the slope of dozens of meters leading to the top of the mountain, inch of land was soaked with dark red blood. The corpses gradually fell down, mostly Bran soldiers... Some of them had their chests depressed and had not died immediately. They twitched from time to time, and then a big iron rod that was smashed appeared in Wushen's sight...

Bang! He kicked the barbarian's waist and his body was exhausted. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. He inserted his heavy sword to the ground, barely stabbing his staggering figure. Although the powerful man with the rank of Battalion Commander Bran on his cuffs was still vicious, he had reached the end of his strength, and his wounds were covered in blood and shaking.

"Roar!" A barbarian not far away saw that there was a big advantage to pick up, and immediately roared, threw away his opponent, and rushed over with a heavy sword. Ordinary barbarians had a bad brain, but they knew Bran's rank and knew that killing a commander was much more rewarding than soldiers.

Ding! Mars splattered everywhere, and the heavy sword that was struggling to resist fell instantly, slashed on the kneeling battalion commander's own shoulder drums, deeply embedded in it, and it could be seen that the white bones were spewed out again. "Die!" Some vague words, the barbarian raised the heavy sword again excitedly, but just as it was about to fall, his body shook, and the left chest was pierced by a heavy sword.

"Idiot, your opponent is me!"

Bang! The heavy sword fell to the ground, and then a bang, the unwilling barbarian was kicked away by his previous opponent, a young soldier, and rolled down the hillside.

"Battery Commander." He stretched out his hand to pull up the strong man. The young soldier's face was a little pale. The attack just now was not easy for him, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay... Well!" With a muffled groan, the battalion commander pulled out the heavy sword embedded in his shoulder, and then patted the young soldier indifferently on the shoulder, grinning, "Ross, you're doing a pretty job!"

"Haha, that barbarian is too greedy." The young soldier who called Ross scratched his head and smiled slightly shyly. Then he helped the battalion commander take a few steps back and asked, "Are we going to retreat?"

"Don't retreat! Huh..." responded without hesitation, gasping for breath. The battalion commander looked around the surrounding battle situation. The soldiers under his command could no longer hold on. The front line was in danger. "Tell me the order and let the reserve team behind him go to the back!"

"Uh..." Subconsciously glanced back. The soldiers sitting on the top of the mountain more than ten meters away were not large, only twenty people, and each of them were injured. They were said to be the reserve team, but they were actually the wounded soldiers who had retreated before. But now it was not the time to hesitate. Ross nodded and stood up to run back. However, he paused, his face was a little hesitant, and finally turned around and asked, "Battery Commander... Will reinforcements come?"

"Yes, sure! Go quickly." Waving his hand, the battalion commander looked firm.

"yes."

But the premise is that we can hold on until then... Seeing the young soldier's face running back with joy, the strong man put down his arms and bitterness appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Time is too fast... They met this group of barbarians last night. After quickly judging that they could not get rid of it, he immediately sent soldiers back to ask for help, and then used the terrain to delay for a while. But even if the soldier arrived at the level safely, the distance between them would be enough to consume a long time. To be honest, he himself was not sure that the reinforcement team could arrive in time.

But he was the battalion commander, and even if the team was really trapped in a Jedi, he could not let his soldiers lose their confidence.

The more than 20 injured soldiers quickly entered the battle and the front line returned to stability, but everyone knew that this was only temporary. And after they fell into a passive position this time, they could not even retreat to the top of the mountain, and their lives would come to an end.

Despite this, the decision of the battalion commander to not retreat and send the remaining troops in his hands was correct. There were no defensive fortifications behind him. If he did not fight for the last fight here, but retreated to the leveling of the mountaintop, it would turn into a unilateral massacre. In this case, it would be better to kill a few more barbarians here to be able to make enough money.

I looked at the direction of the level again, and there was still a continuous hill with no trace of anyone. I exhale... Taking a deep breath, the smell of blood poured into my throat. The mighty man tightened the heavy sword in his hand, and the disappointment in his eyes receded, and he returned to his sharp and firmness.

You can't retreat anymore. Since that's the case, then you'll die here today!

Half-lifting the weighted sword, stepped forward, opened his mouth and roared...

"kill!!!"

The sound of yelling killing suddenly sounded from behind, with a vicious aura.

It wasn't what I called... I opened my mouth, and the mighty man was a little stunned in an instant. Then more than a dozen figures jumped out beside him, wearing black armor, big swords, short blades, etc., with a variety of weapons. Then, soldiers wearing various armors and holding long spears rushed out one after another. What's going on?

"Reinforcements are here, reinforcements are here..."

The young soldier had not found a suitable attack opportunity and had been wandering on the edge of battle, so he was the first to discover this group of divine weapons that seemed to fall from the sky. His heart first jumped, and then he saw that it was armor, not animal skins, and immediately cheered subconsciously.

"Reinforcements are coming!"

This sentence works better than any recovery magic. The exhausted Bran soldier was overjoyed when he heard this. His body seemed to be injected with a warm current of strength. The weak heavy sword was immediately swung. Before the reinforcements could join the battle, they actually beat the barbarians to retreat.

Needless to say, these reinforcements are naturally gray space and Frey's spear breaking camp.

The reason why I rushed over from behind is that although the slope behind the hill is steep and not suitable for fighting, it is still not a big problem to climb without interference. Second, because the surroundings have a wide view and there is no good chance of attacking the barbarians, it is better to save these Bran soldiers first.

Because of the sudden appearance, the fifty or sixty barbarians were caught off guard. In addition, Frey was full of new forces, and the spears were handed out, so the barbarians had to retreat continuously. The more than a hundred barbarians at the foot of the mountain finally came to their senses, and quickly roared and rushed to meet them.

At the foot of the mountain, all the troops on both sides made their first contact. Because there was no plan in advance, the site could not be deployed at all. After a melee, there were casualties between each other. In general, Frey took a little advantage. However, when the barbarians saw that the situation was not good, they did not attack. After leaving more than ten corpses, they slowly retreated back to the foot of the mountain.

The barbarians here were about to retreat, and the gray-clothed soldiers did not pursue them. Through the short battle just now, they personally experienced the barbarian's strength. Although they were not afraid, they had to admit the opponent's combat effectiveness. This was not an opponent who could defeat one by one by taking the opportunity to cover up the killing. If they were strong, they could only cause unnecessary casualties.

...

Bang, bang, bang... Watching the barbarians retreat to the foot of the mountain, the last force that supported the Bran soldiers disappeared, they all collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. On the hillside, several twitching bellows appeared in an instant.

"Haha, my heavy sword camp will not be destroyed... Thank you, thank you, where is your commander..." Amid the laughter, the mighty man found Frey, looked at the other party's armor and cuffs with a little confusion, and then raised his hand to salute, "Thank you for the support of the friendly army! Well, Thunder Fourth Army Heavy Sword Camp, Elter!"

Perhaps when he heard the name of the Thunder Legion, Frey smiled and replied to the Israeli military salute: "Bran's newly crafted gray-clothed army spear breaks the camp, Frey."

"Gray, gray-clothed army..."

...

The scene had a brief quiet pause, and the gasping sounds around them also quieted down.

Surviving from death is of course a thing worth ecstatic. But after learning that it was the former enemy of the battlefield, the Gray-Clothed Army, rescued them, these Bran soldiers were still involuntarily complicated and extremely awkward.

"Uh... it turns out to be the brother of the gray-clothed army." After a moment, the Battalion Commander Bran, who was called Elter, reacted with a strange expression, and said with a smile, "I heard earlier that you were coming..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a suppressed and angry voice. It was the young soldier named Ross, "Are you a gray-clothed army?"

Frey was stunned and looked at Elter: "This little brother is..."

"You are the gray-clothed army!" The heavy sword trembled, his tone became even more rapid, as if he had confirmed it.

The soldiers of gray-clothed soldiers frowned and approached him, and were also a little angry. Originally, they came to rescue him kindly. Now, they were questioned by the rescued person. What's the matter...

"Ross, calm down! Without them, we are dead!" Li shouted, and as he looked at the young soldier's face turned red, but still had a stubborn look, Elter shook his head helplessly and waved his hand, "Come on, drag him aside first."

Several Bran soldiers forced Rose away and whispered something. Elter apologized and spread his hands: "Sorry, his brother, um, he died in a battle with you before... There is no other intention. You can come to rescue me. On behalf of the whole battalion, I would like to express my gratitude."

Elter's tone was quite sincere, which made the soldiers on Frey's side look a little better. Although he might not have any good feelings for the Gray Army, as I said just now, they are indeed saved because of each other, and the necessary thanks still have to be done.

However, despite this, the atmosphere of the scene inevitably cooled down. After saying a few words, Elter wanted to see the casualties and organized the troops to fight, and said politely. Although Frey had expected this to happen before, as a rescuer, he did not receive the respect he deserved, so he was quite depressed and nodded and left.

"Bah, damn it, I wouldn't have saved these ungrateful wolves if I had known it." David spitted fiercely, and looked at the Bran soldier who was automatically separated from them and said indignantly.

"I always have to take the first step and make a good relationship, it doesn't matter. Haha, and it's said that I'm ungrateful, so I don't care what they do." He answered casually, Tang En was not interested in paying attention to these right and wrong. His eyes were always on the barbarians at the foot of the mountain, considering a problem...
Chapter completed!