The battle at the foot of the mountain, or more accurately, unilateral massacre, has been considered to be settled.

From a distance, the man named Tang En was hugging the last two people and saying something. Then the tall and thin man on the left turned to look at the caravan behind... His expression couldn't be seen clearly, but from the motionless turning posture, he could still confirm that he should have been scared!

It is normal to be scared. Elter thought so, because even he, who witnessed the battle with his own eyes, is now like falling into an ice cellar, and his scalp is numb...

After learning that it wasn't that the spear broke the camp, Elter was puzzled, but as Frey pointed at the back of the caravan, the doubt was solved... There were about a dozen black figures there slowly approaching the caravan to drag the back guard.

It was these people, um, and the guy named Done... Although the distance was a bit far, Elter still recognized the identity of these people from the black armor that was different from other soldiers, and the one who started was Done, who seemed a bit nervous in Elter's opinion.

Just this... Well, twenty or thirty people can destroy the caravan in a few minutes? Elter counted the number of black armored figures, looked at Frey who was watching with concentration, and refused to ask questions. That's right, in the previous battle with the barbarians, he knew that this man named Tang En should be very good, but what can such a few people do? Can they still have the same skills and strength as Tang En?

Elter's series of doubts also make sense. As Frey said just now, there are more than 200 caravans below. With a little organization, the combat effectiveness is actually quite impressive. It is not easy to eat here. And even if they can't beat it, they still know how to run away. There are wild mountains and hills and mounds here. If you really want to spread out and run away, it will be a delusion to wipe out them all. Once you run a few, this matter will be troublesome...

It is natural for Bran soldiers to fight against smuggling caravans, but now everyone knows that behind the smuggling caravans is a major nobleman. In this way, the soldiers are actually in a passive position. If these people are wiped out, it is naturally a good thing that has no evidence to die. On the contrary, if the nobles know the clues that can be investigated, it is not difficult to find them in a short time. Now it is a war period, and these nobles will naturally not do anything, but this Liangzi is actually forming. The soldiers are in the military camp and cannot run anywhere, and it is very possible to be retaliated by finding a good opportunity in the future...

Immediately, just as Elter was worried about gains and losses, the black-armored soldiers took action under their noses...

The path was narrow, so the caravan naturally dragged into a snake shape. It can be seen that these smugglers were still very cautious. More than 200 people were evenly scattered in front and behind the caravan. Especially in the rear, the guard armor there was better. They were hard to say, but their personalities were quite cautious, and they looked around from time to time.

But no matter how they observed, the black-armored men behind them seemed to be predicting the unknown. The moment before their eyes turned, they calmly avoided various cover obstacles by the roadside. Soon, they approached within a few meters, and then the man named Tang En made an inconspicuous forward gesture.

Uh... Elter's body shook, subconsciously rubbed his arms towards his eyes and suddenly fell into the air. In his sight, the dozen or so black shadows flashed out of their hiding place like jungle cheetahs, and instantly came behind the guards. The same and standard movements were covered, covering their mouths, raising their hands around, and the blade light flashed through the guards' erect neck...

"Ah..." The half-syllable scream was forced to swallow. Elter seemed to empathize with his arm in the air and touched his neck. The cold wind whistled beside his ears at this moment was broken into slight breeze roars.

The killing continued! After these ten or so people succeeded, they did not repeat this action to the guards in front of them again. Instead, they silently put down the corpse in their hands, walked straight to the guards, and rushed towards the target further ahead.

Be careful... Isn't this exposed? Suspicion flashed in Elter's mind instantly, and was then covered by greater shock. Another group of black-armored men emerged from somewhere, and flashed instantly to the guards who were stunned, and some were about to scream in surprise. They covered their mouths, raised their hands and turned around, and the blade light flashed...

Without a pause, the silent killing spread rapidly forward. Everyone in the caravan knew nothing about this. Some were alone and huddled their heads and rushing away the gravel next to their feet, then covered their mouths and throats. Some were gathered together to chat, with smiles on their faces that men knew, and then they were killed at the same time. Some were subconsciously turning their heads to observe, and then when they turned halfway, their necks directly hit the blade light...the expressions and actions were different, but the results were the same!

There was no roar, no low moan, no bloody crossover of weapons, no domineering fighting light that shone in the audience... silent and weird! There were only two groups of more than a dozen black shadows interspersed quickly and in an orderly manner, like a surging wave by the sea, one layer higher than the other until the entire beach was swallowed up.

The pale sun was still hanging in the air as usual. The slightly warm light was inferior to the cold wind, but she still tried hard to bring light and warmth to the world. However, Elter could not feel even a little warmth at this moment. His eyes were fixedly looking down, as if there was ghost energy around him, and his body was like an ice cellar...

He has also fought on the front line for many years. Although he has not made any great achievements and has only climbed to the battalion commander's position, he has experienced many battles. However, even if he scratches his scalp and wants to break his head, he never thought of when he had seen such a fighting style!

Is this still a battle? Is there anyone who kills like this... Elter's eyes were already blurred. In his sight, the flashing black shadows turned into sharp blades, and the entire caravan was a bunch of threads, mixed in complexity. What these sharp blades are doing now is to find the flaws of this thread, and then decisively cut without disturbing other lines... As the number of punches gradually increases, the flaws will naturally become bigger and bigger. In the end, straighten out the entire threads... That's it, that's it!

"Wow, it's really a gray space!" A soldier around him kept shaking his head lightly, his tone and expression seemed to have had a sumptuous meal, which was both satisfied and a little emotional.

The battle below ended as Tang En successfully touched the heads of the two leaders of the smuggling gang together. Now he was waving to the top of the mountain and greeting everyone down.

"I've been counting the time." Another soldier smacked his lips and stood up and said, "Tsk tsk, one minute and one second... end the battle!"

"It's not accurate, right, look. Boss Tang En didn't take any action before, and later talked to the two of them. So the time should be there, uh, it's not easy to calculate... Anyway, it's definitely within one minute."

"If you say so, uh, if you give Boss Tang En a few days, wouldn't the barbarians be dead? Ha, I think we'd better go back and take a shower and go to bed. We're not doing anything at all..."

"Haha, of course it's not that..."

...

If it is normal, a few minutes should be solved... Thinking of what Tang En said before, Elter tightened his body and swallowed unconsciously. What a joke, he actually did it, and it was less than a minute... What if it was my heavy sword camp, how long could it last? God, if this is just a nightmare, please wake me up soon...

Obviously, the strong contrast and shocking results have made this commander who has repeatedly passed through the battlefield feel a serious sense of unreality.

"Battor Elter, Elter..."

"ah?"

"Well, cough cough..." Looking at Elter's confused expression, Frey coughed lightly and shook his head helplessly. He could probably understand the other party's feelings, because he had this feeling, so he patted his shoulder, "Let's go, the battle is over, we must clean up as soon as possible and hurry back to the level."

After pausing, he decided to mention the junior of the legion who worshiped him, "Don't think about it, there is no more meaning. There is only one team in the entire Xize continent, and it cannot be copied! Haha, thank you, it's good that there are not many people, right? Otherwise, we soldiers would really have to go back and take a shower and go to bed..."
Chapter completed!