The young man leaning against the big tree stared at the long-dead flag not far away.

The crossbow arrow in his hand flashed with cold light. From the time when Biao Chang was assassinated to now, his eyes had never left the silent corpse.

As soon as the soldiers entered the army, he began to be scouts, of course he understood that the most likely place for the enemy scouts to appear was around the head of the corpse.

Suddenly, he felt that Sora suddenly became a little dim.

Although the light cannot penetrate in this airtight forest, this strange feeling is absolutely impossible to make mistakes at this moment.

He raised his head and the young Wushu was shocked to find that a black thing was hanging upside down from the branch above his head.

A cold light suddenly broke out. Before the young martial arts master could react, he felt a chill in his neck.

When his consciousness was distracted, the last thing he saw was a pair of cold eyes without waves in ancient wells.

Tang Ming gently landed next to the corpse of the young martial arts servant, and reached out to Zhang Chongshan and the others who were hiding behind him, who were hiding in the bushes.

Then he picked up the body beside him with one hand and threw it out in the direction of the distance.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

When Tang Ming threw the young martial arts corpse at the long beacon, the crossbow arrows fell like rain in the dense forest.

When the young man Wu Zu's body was in mid-air, it was shot into a hedgehog by crossbow arrows shot out from all directions.

The moment the arrow rain splashed, behind Tang Ming, five arrows with cold light suddenly fell into the dense forest Zheng

The sound of arrows passing through the flesh and blood came one after another, and Tang Ming jumped out of the bush, and a cold light suddenly appeared on the knife holding his back hand.

One of the ten people, in addition to the head of the bid who was shot by Tang Ming at the beginning, there were also the young martial arts soldiers with bait on the seat, and the four people who were shot by Zhang Chongshan and the others behind him.

The scout who originally had an absolute advantage in numbers on the other side lost more than half in just a blink of an eye.

The remaining four instantly abandoned the crossbow in their hands and turned around and pulled out the scimitar.

The fight between them was already in a small space, and the power of the crossbow arrows was not strong, but they had lost their initiative, and the only thing they could rely on at this moment was the scimitar in their hands.

Zhang Chongshan, behind Tang Ming, came from behind with four people, and his waist was pressed against his right thigh, as fast as a fox.

The eight people strangled together, and a faint smell of blood gradually emanated from the dense forest.

The close contact between scouts was filled with blood and ruthlessness that was not enough to be the outer soil.

This kind of ruthlessness is not only for facing enemy scouts, but also for yourself.

Tang Ming saw it clearly. The young martial arts soldier behind Zhang Chongshan was pressed against the outside of his thighs. When he was eight steps on the side of the enemy, he still swept forward with the knife.

The scimitar on the opposite side thrust into the eye, and the young man turned a blind eye and continued to approach the scout of Nanmang.

At the moment when the figures were intertwined, a terrifying wound about half a foot long appeared from above and below.

And with the flow, the young man turned his waist knife in his hand, followed the momentum of the opponent's scout, and sent the waist knife in his hand into his chest.

The two of them passed by, and the young martial arts chest was like a spring, but the knife was nailed to the heart of Nanmang Scout.

The bloody exchange for injury to death made Tang Ming frown.

In the blink of an eye, the scout of Biao Nanmang was killed by Tang Ming and others. Zhang Chongshan cursed and helped the young man bandage the wound while directing others to clean up the arrows scattered in the woods.

Although Tang Ming was a centurion, Tang Ming had no idea about the details in these ranks.

"There are thirty miles ahead of us. Everyone tries to repair it and touch the tent, and we will evacuate it."

Tang Ming had a slight calculation in his heart. Nanmang's scout had already touched it, and the Ming Tanma Camp was already in danger.

"Head, I'm afraid this won't be done."

After Zhang Chongshan bandaged the wound, he came to Tang Ming and said with a worried expression on his face.

"Since Nanmang's scouts have penetrated here, I believe the smell of blood here will attract those guys soon, and we must leave here immediately."

Zhang Chongshan looked at the corpses with some reluctance. One head was thirty taels, and the bloody corpses on the ground were 300 taels of white silver.

And there is also a mark length, and the price of his head made him feel a little reluctant.

But as a veteran of war, he knew that if he was greedy for things like this at this time, his group would definitely not be able to get out of the northern mountain range.

"That……"

Tang Ming looked at the young martial artsman who was still bleeding from his chest and he was a little hesitant.

He could see that the wound on this guy’s chest was not as simple as a skin injury. After a long time, if the wound starts to ulcerate, it will be really helpless.

On the battlefield, among soldiers, casualties are inevitable.

But Tang Ming couldn't do it when he watched a young young man die in front of him.

"Boss, I know what you think, but once a person enters the army, his life is not his own."

Zhang Chongshan followed Tang Ming's eyes and glanced at the young Wu Zun. He understood what Tang Ming meant.

In fact, every new soldier who is just starting to join the army will be a little confused about the indifference of the old trainees on the battlefield.

But over time, they will understand that once they step into it, many emotions will become the most fatal disadvantage.

"Centurion, I'm fine, it's just hurt!"

Young fist smiled lightly and showed a slightly silly expression on his face. At this moment, he was completely different from the desperate man who had just fought for his life.

Tang Ming nodded, then turned around and rushed into the dense forest, and walked towards the camp where the Tama Camp was before.

Tang Ming and his team only took dozens of miles to go along the way, but there were no bloody storms along the way.

When they saw the outline of the Tamma Camp, no less than a hundred people had lie down behind them.

The four of them left some scars to the point of their bodies, and even Tang Ming was slightly injured.

"Tanma Camp, it's completely finished."

Looking at the Nanmang soldiers guarding far away from the far gate, Zhang Chongshan sighed heavily.

Although they had expected this result a long time ago, when everything was placed in front of them, they still felt a little depressed.

"Let's go!"

Tang Ming looked at the camp where the flags and flags were changed in the distance, and turned around without hesitation.

It was beyond Lie Rao's expectations that he had the courage to come here, and staying here again had no meaning.

"Head, look, then...that seems to be the captain!"

Just as Tang Ming turned around, the young man next to him pointed at the gate in the distance and exclaimed in surprise.

Whoosh...

Before Tang Ming could turn around, the scout Nanmang, who heard the movement, was already attacking them.

The young sergeant exclaimed just now, but forgot that this place was already in the area of ​​Nanmang.

Several people scattered and crawled in the bush next to an uncle. A terrorist scattered blood appeared on his cheeks, dripping blood.

If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, the crossbow arrow would have pierced his head steadily.

"There are no less than thirty scouts coming, you have killed me this time!"

Zhang Chongshan didn't care about the scorching pain on his face, and turned around and glared at the young commander who was blushing at the moment.

A sparse sound came from the dense bushes, and from time to time, crossbow arrows shot towards Tang Ming and the others.

"This time I'm really helpless, let's have a life!"

Zhang Chongshan hid sideways behind the big tree and said to an old man named Lin, then slowly pulled out the knife from his waist.

They gathered together, and if they used crossbow arrows, they would become living targets in such a narrow place.

The only silver lining is that they will fight for each other after waiting for the other scout to approach.

Lao Lin bit his waist knife and slowly climbed up the old tree behind him, like a bat, tightly pressing against the middle of the big tree.

The sparse sounds in the bushes became increasingly dense, and Tang Ming frowned slightly. It was not difficult for him to fight out.

Although he has no cultivation at all now, the height he once stood was beyond the imagination of these ordinary martial artists.

However, he can leave, but it does not mean that the old soldiers around him can leave without any support.

"Here, come back!!"

Zhang Chongshan looked at Tang Ming who was jumping up in front of him, and his eyes suddenly became bloody.

Their numbers were at a disadvantage when both sides attacked and killed, and the number of people was at a disadvantage. The only way out was to be exposed to Boluo like Tang Ming, which was no different from seeking death.

Zhang Chongshan was anxious and didn't think much about it. He suddenly followed Tang Ming out of the bushes, and held the knife in his hand and flew over the ground.

Seeing that the brave guys in front of him could not help but want to jump over the wall, someone among the scouts raised his hands and made a dispersed gesture.

The figure instantly flew out of the grass, and more than thirty people also put away their crossbows and unsheathed their scimitars.

Tang Ming took the lead, and the waist knife in his hand was as close to the outside of his thigh as Zhang Chongshan before.

Just when Tang Ming was only about ten steps away from the nearest scout of Nanmang, two cold lights suddenly flashed under his feet.

Two Nanmang scouts suddenly appeared beside Tang Ming. The two scimitars flashed with cold light, and they rushed towards Tang Ming in response.

The few people who rushed out of the grass from afar were anxious to see this scene of death.
To be continued...