There are many groups of forces on the Xize continent, but the only ones that can be called a country are naturally the only ones in the Bran Empire and the Northern Wilderness Tribe...

Whether it is the theory that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, or there are other reasons, the truth has long been submerged in the sand of history. The reality now is that the two countries are incompatible and are in conflict.

The fighting between the two countries is a confrontation of all aspects, while soldiers are the most direct carriers of violence. In this way, the source of soldiers will be particularly important. Needless to say, the Northern Wilderness tribe is basically the whole people. Bran is a bit complicated and has a conscription system, but there are still many soldiers who have to join in order to make a living.

Regarding soldiers, most of the descriptions of the newspapers in the city in the rear are heroic and courageous, killing the enemy in a cold face, and still wielding a knife to charge with a broken arm, etc. Although there is a need for publicity, the main reason is that these people have not been to the front line and are not clear about the real situation of the soldiers.

He wandered on the edge of life and death for many years, read the battlefield of Qikuo, and saw the fierce people in blood. He also knew his own gap. Even though he had the dream of killing enemies and making meritorious contributions and returning home to his hometown, he later, most ordinary soldiers were only cautious and hoped that they would always be lucky to survive. And for many people, the word "soldiers" that was given many glory, is just a job that can support their families.

However, I have to say that this job is not something that everyone can do. Not to mention the high risk, the mental pressure is enough to make all vulnerable people go away. Rest, go to the battlefield, and never die by chance, and continue to go to the battlefield... It should be said that there are not many people like David who are very nervous, but more people are relieved by various means. For example, these soldiers squatting in the corners of the wall are now smoking leisurely and numbing their nerves with the slightly drunk smoke. Even if it is a kind of thing.

In addition to relieving mental stress, most of the lives of soldiers are boring. They are busy with training when they first participated, and are busy with war after training, which can be called boring and depressed. If there is a new topic at this time, it is naturally excellent. Just so happens that something big happens here at the Passa Level...

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"If you say so, it is indeed the city guards who deliberately ignore the seriously injured soldiers? Damn it, it's really damn... Oh, the captain is dead." After hearing Old Haiman's words, the young soldier said angrily. Anger is certain, after all, they don't want to encounter this situation if they are injured one day.

Old Heyman nodded: "Well, so many people present heard the captain shouting to admit it, but in the end he was beaten to death by Battalion Elter."

"Good death! It doesn't matter how many people he killed..."

As he said a few times, a soldier suddenly laughed and said, "Ha, I think that guy is quite unlucky. Tsk tsk, dozens of cargo, who is not jealous when he sees it? But they met the gray-clothed army who is new to the arrival and does not know the rules, but there are also seriously injured soldiers on the carriage! Ha, it's really..."

"It's certain that he is unlucky, but now he is not the only one who is unlucky... Well, no wonder I found that when I came back today, I found that there were a group of soldiers at the city gate. So that's it."

"This... won't kill them all, right?" The young soldier was a little amazed.

"It's hard to say, look at what they did!" Shaking his head, "But now the captain is dead. If the soldiers were smarter and pushed all the responsibility on his head, they would not have been beheaded."

"That's true... Well, Old Heiman, what do you think?" After all, he was a veteran. Even though he did not have the brute force to rush and fight on the battlefield, his experience was still rich enough, so after a soldier finished speaking, he asked Old Heiman what he thought.

"I said...this is not important." Old Haiman took a deep breath and then spit out the last ball of smoke, with a complicated expression, "It doesn't matter if those guys die or not, the key is that this gray-clothed army... We probably misread it before. Well, it's really terrifying!"

"Uh? What do you mean?" The young soldier was stunned, with a little dissatisfied.

"You don't know... Battalion Commander Elter killed someone later. Before, because the city gate was blocked, we were all watching the fun around... Well, there must be thousands of people, and several battalions were there, so many people gathered in a circle, not airtight." As if he thought of something, Old Haiman's face twitched nervously, "But after the people from the gray-clothed army came, they rushed in..."

"Uh, wait." A soldier scratched his head, a little puzzled, "Run? So many people... didn't Battalion Commander Elter and others let everyone in?"

"Te? Haha, it's okay to let it go, but that's necessary." Old Haiman continued with a wry smile, "I was close to the inside at that time, and I turned my head after hearing the movement. When I turned around, I saw more than a dozen figures flying around, all of whom were watching the fun. Then I heard that it was the people from the gray-clothed army who were taking action... Haha, in fact, in this case, everyone would not let it go. If they didn't do this, they wouldn't be able to get in at all. However, after seeing them taking action, the people around me were also a little angry and decided to beat them up."

"Wow..." Several soldiers were immediately excited, "And then..." "It's really too arrogant. Even if you can't get in, you can't just do it. Thousands of people, tsk, this won't make them turn into pig's heads..."

Licking his lips and shaking his head, Old Haiman's expression became more complicated, "Then... it still couldn't stop it. The crowd even began to be forced to disperse to both sides. Then I saw the man who was attacking the gray army. Well, he was the only one who really attacked. He was wearing black armor and waved his hands casually, and didn't even look around. However, the soldiers who attacked were either repelled or had their hands and feet broken, and just watched him walk forward step by step with everyone..."

"I can't stop this?" "One, one person?" "Old Heyman, if this is humor, I admit that I was really shocked, but... this is not funny at all!"

Several soldiers were stunned when they heard this, and then looked at Old Haiman with an expression that seemed to be listening to a fantasy. The meaning was clearly saying, "Are you kidding me?"

After waved his hand, Old Haiman looked bitter: "I also want to say that this is a joke, but this did happen, and it was still under my nose... The man did not use weapons or fighting spirit at all, so he just hit him with his hands. Well, Malank, you know, the battalion commander of the Battle Knife Battalion is the fierce man who once split the barbarians in half on the battlefield! He happened to be on that route, but as soon as he fisted, he was kicked aside. He was dissatisfied, and stood up and pushed a few people away from behind and hugged the man's back, as if he wanted to overturn the other party to the ground. But the man did not move at all. After dragging Malank forward a few steps, he casually reached out and clenched his arms tightly, and broke his backhand... Alas, when I came here just now, I saw Malank's subordinates surrounding the treatment center..."

"This, this..." The facts are undoubtedly convincing. No one will use this immediately to expose the words. It is precisely because of this that several soldiers opened their mouths and were speechless for a while.

"And I was thinking just now..." Old Haiman first spread his hands, then picked up a cigarette and lit it. The fog was covered with it, and his expression was a little weird. "In addition to this somewhat terrifying person, this spear breaking camp should not be simple."

"So what, what do you say?"

He lowered his head and sucked the cigarette between his fingers. Lao Hai thought about it and then said, "Everyone knows the trap of Battalion Commander Elter's heavy sword battalion. Well, although we did go out a lot this morning, it would be impossible to say that there was no battalion of troops in the level. But in the end, the commanders still sent the Grey-Clothed Army's long spear to break the camp, which means... The commanders' thoughts are similar to ours, and they will not think that the Grey-Clothed Army has any decent combat power. Sending them over to show that the commanders are not optimistic that the heavy sword battalion can last until then, just behave like..."

"But what happened? Battalion Commander Elter returned with more than 100 wounded soldiers. Well, the terrible attack shows that there are many barbarians, at least not something that the Heavy Sword Battalion can resist. Otherwise, how could I send someone back to ask for help as soon as I see it? No need to guess, the key to the problem must be the long spear breaking camp here to rescue. Huh... I haven't counted it carefully before, but the long spear breaking camp is indeed well organized. So, even if there are casualties, it will not exceed twenty at most."

"Cough cough..." As if he was also scared by his own inference, Old Heiman coughed several times, his body trembled, and he said, "Well, we can say that they are waiting for their work, or taking the opportunity to get a bargain. But the problem is, even if this is the case, how many casualties were we when we succeeded before? Haha, I dare not think, I dare not think..."

He smiled bitterly, and a faint smoke filled the surrounding area of ​​Old Haiman. "With such a terrifying person sitting in the formation, and such an excellent team... The gray-clothed army should not be underestimated!"
Chapter completed!