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When it comes to the issue of blood and energy, that is a big problem.

Now Sethman can't be found in a short period of time, so Tang En had to stay on the battlefield for a while. To be honest, after killing Eunice and Samp, Tang En tasted the sweetness of gaining a huge amount of blood. Now he hasn't taken action. But this is the battlefield, so it's impossible not to kill people. Since this is the case, based on the great purpose of being a meat that is small, Tang En naturally has to clarify the profound question of "Is the barbarian a human being?"

Judging from past history, if you want to gain blood and energy, the first condition must be that you can do it yourself. Second, the other party must be a human... Well, this remains to be verified! There is definitely no killing chickens and ducks, but what will happen to some creatures with IQ or humanoid type, such as dragons and other monsters... Tang En really hasn't killed this, so he doesn't know.

As for barbarians, from the perspective of their physical characteristics and living habits, they should be humans. But the long black hair and tongue that never straightens when speaking...it looks like they have not evolved completely. So it is hard to say whether this guy is classified as a human or an animal by the system.

Well, I'll kill someone later... After touching my chin, Tang En casually decided to pay attention, just like an ordinary person who decides whether to kill chickens or fish at noon has the same mentality.

Of course, the group of barbarians at the foot of the mountain did not know that they had been targeted by a demon. They were gathering at the foot of the mountain to monitor the movements here. After a while, they began to line up again, as if they were about to attack.

This situation is normal. The spear breaks the camp and takes up 300 people. Although there are more than 100 people in Bran's heavy sword camp, only one-third of them can fight, which means there are only 350 soldiers here at most. If we only look at the number, it will naturally explode with 150 barbarians below. But thinking about Frey's previous statement, a barbarian is worth three Bran regular soldiers, so this form of strength and weakness must be changed.

Seeing the barbarians actively preparing for the pre-war movements, the people on the mountain were not calm, mainly Elter's side, and the soldiers on Frey's side looked eager to try. Of course, the latter's state fell into the eyes of the former, which was to be ignorant of the sky and earth.

Although there are two factions on the mountain now, the situation is stronger than people, and the Bran Heavy Sword Battalion, which is about to be destroyed, will naturally be led by the Grey-Clothed Army. Elter reported the number of soldiers who could still fight here to Frey, and then made a suggestion in a negotiated tone, allowing these more than 300 people to fight defensive battles based on the previous strategy and based on these simple civil fortifications.

It should be said that this suggestion is quite reliable. Although there are new reinforcements here, the barbarians still have the advantage in overall strength. Their advantage is that they are intact. They are all new forces, while the barbarians fought for most of the day. They are considered tired troops. As long as they insist on fighting attrition, the winning rate here is still quite high when one goes up and down.

However, Frey politely refused this suggestion. Defensive war? What a joke. Not to mention that his spear breaks the camp by relying on attack, he is not good at defending. Just say that there is a powerful team like Gray Space on the side, fighting a defensive war is definitely a self-destructive martial arts!

Seeing this, Elter only thought that the other party had never contacted the barbarians and did not know that they were powerful, so he quickly persuaded them. They had just escaped from the sickle of the God of Death, but they didn't want to leave again.

Frey had a good temper. He nodded after hearing a few words, but after guessing the other party's intentions, he couldn't help but feel ridiculous. He had been on the front line for more than ten years and naturally knew how powerful the barbarians were. To be honest, when he was fighting with the barbarians on the battlefield, Elter didn't know where he was. Seeing that the barbarians were about to get the formation, Frey waved his hand and walked straight to his team, setting up a front arrow attack formation in front of the fortifications.

Elter stayed there for a moment, then cursed inwardly, sighed and walked back to his soldiers.

Seeing the soldiers of the gray-clothed army set up the arrow formation in front of the fortifications, the soldiers of the Heavy Sword Camp were also stunned. Naros came up to meet him. Although he was still angry, he still couldn't believe it and said: "Battery Commander, are they...uh, are they going to fight against each other?"

"Nonsense! These uninformed mud... guys!" Elter was in a bad mood, and he replied angrily. However, for the sake of the other party saving them, he finally took back the mud legs.

"Idiots, do they know how to fight? Who do they think they are... Elites of Zichen Legion?" Ross had no good feelings for the gray-clothed army, so he naturally was not polite when he spoke.

"That's right, I just won a few battles and never suffered... and do they think they are still fighting with those second-rate reserve soldiers?"

"It's over, it's over. I thought I'd be saved this time, but I didn't expect it to be saved for only a few dozen minutes, do it..."

"Battery Commander, let's retreat when they fight." A smart soldier looked at the steep hill behind him. The gray-clothed army climbed up from here just now, lowering his voice, "This is a bit unauthorized, but they made a fool of themselves, so we can't blame him."

"Nonsense!" Elter's eyes were as big as a bronze bell when he heard this, and he glared at the soldier fiercely, "I would rather die in battle than lose this person! I dare to say such messy words next time, let's see if I don't slap you to death."

"Yes, yes..." The soldier shrank and nodded quickly. Seeing this, Naros asked, "Battery Commander, what should we do now?"

"What can I do? I..." Just as I was about to get angry again and be forcibly suppressed, Elter's chest was up and down several times, taking a deep breath, and said, "Nothing is useful now, maybe they will think we are timid, and they can only wait for them to suffer a loss."

After pondering for a moment, he said to Naros, "In this way, you will bring the remaining brothers to guard the ravines later, and I will take a few people to attack with them. If the attack fails later, yes, it will definitely fail. I will call them back and form a defensive formation... Alas, I just hope that they will not die too many people by then, otherwise everyone will really die here this time."

It was no wonder that Elter sighed a little discouraged.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I've been dead once. At worst, I'll have to pay their lives for them." Ross was open-minded. After saying that, he looked at the wounds of Elter's body, and took a step forward, "Batterman, your injury is too serious, so I'd better take a few people to attack with them."

Shaking his head, Elter refused without thinking: "No, don't fight with them again... Well, your level is not enough. You can't let them underestimate us." Knowing the battalion commander's character, Ross knew it would be useless to persuade him, and then hesitated, "Or, battalion commander, you'd better go and talk again."

Because of his brother, Ross naturally had no good feelings for the gray-clothed army, and he wanted the other party to die at the hands of the barbarians when he was careless. However, now involving the lives of more than a hundred companions, he still suppressed his selfishness and persuaded him.

"Okay, I'll talk about it again." Shaking his head. Elti had a few slightly injured soldiers and walked towards Frey.

...

The barbarians at the foot of the mountain have already arranged the formation. They are the short-speaking matrix, which fill the width of the hillside in a row and accumulate layer by layer. This tactic seems really simple, but the terror of the barbarians is never tactical. This simple formation can guarantee their crazy combat effectiveness to the greatest extent.

Perhaps he saw the arrogant attack formation of a spear breaking the camp on the hillside. A barbarian, who was slightly short but equally strong, jumped up and down behind all the barbarians, waving the iron rod and waving it, feeling very angry. Then all the troops were overwhelmed, as if they were about to crush them in one breath.

Step, step, step... Finally, after everything was ready, the barbarians made various ferocious expressions and began to climb the hillside step by step.

"I'm going up the mountain...Battleman Frey, just listen to my advice. Barbarians should not face a strong enemy... Don't believe it? I'll give you an example..."

"Battleman Elter, I have a question about the barbarians."

"Yeah? You said."

"Barbarians, are they humans?"

"Uh... yes, probably..."

...

Frey was also ready, with a dull look on his face, standing with a gun, as if waiting for something. On the right side of him, Elter was standing, who kept murmuring in a low voice, with a helpless look on his face. Yes, his persuasion failed again, or Frey didn't listen at all. Seeing him coming, he just raised his lips, smiled and nodded and said thank you, and then ignored him again.

Of course, Frey and the others knew about the actions of the soldiers of the Heavy Sword Camp guarding the ravines behind, but they didn't care. They didn't intend to count on these people this time, but came purely to train their own team. However, when they saw Elter joining in with a few soldiers, they were a little surprised, and then they understood the other party's intention to compete for face. They wanted to laugh, but they nodded and thanked.

"Okay, attack, attack." Elter spread his hands and knew that he could not dissuade him at this time, and said anxiously, "But I have a suggestion. If, I mean, if, this is definitely not a distrust of your combat effectiveness... Well, if the attack is blocked and the form is not very good, we will enter the gully behind in time and turn into the position defense war? Alas, you give me an explanation..."

"Battleman Elter, I still have a question."

"Oh... ask, ask." He stroked his forehead with some worries. Elter was speechless now at the soldier named Tangen standing beside him! Every time he asked a question when he spoke, it would seem inhumane if he didn't answer. Answer, the question raised by the other party was really strange and could not answer it at all.

He stretched out his arm and pointed, "That is the poor and short hiding behind the barbarians and keeping jumping around. Is it the leader of this group of barbarians?"

"Uh, poor and short?" Forget it, I finally asked a reliable question... I breathed a sigh of relief, and Elti said, "It should be that he is right. From this morning to now, all the barbarians have participated in the attack, but he does not."

"Oh...thank you."

At this moment, Frey, who was beside him, suddenly raised his spear: "Get up!"

Wow... As soon as the words were finished, the soldiers of the long spear broke into the camp took a step forward half a step, raised the spear, and bowed slightly as if they were bent in a bow, and would charge out at any time.

Damn, come on, fight another fight! Elter quickly swept away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, held the heavy sword tightly, and was about to rush out first after the order was issued. Disapproving that the attack was a tactical difference, and the other party would know who was right and who was wrong later! What he wanted to do now is to prove that he was not a coward and earn some face for Bran's heavy sword camp.

Elter, who was full of tragic heroism in sacrificing himself to make a fortune, failed to rush out immediately, because the man named Frey suddenly turned his head at this critical moment, reached out and patted the shoulder of the young man holding a bow on the left side beside him.

The young man raised his lips slightly, nodded easily, and put an arrow branch on the black longbow with his own hands, lifted it up instantly, without stopping to aim, sleek strings, whizz...

The arrow branches were like meteors crossing the blank area in the middle of the hillside, quickly passing through the head of the barbarian who was unable to react, and hit the eyebrows of a short barbarian who had jumped up from behind and had not yet fallen... Bang! The blood flowers bloomed and entered straight in, the arrow was still moving, and flew backwards with the short body, and rushed to the foot of the mountain...

The battlefield calmed down, and then he raised his spear and said, "Kill!"
Chapter completed!