"What sound?" The soldiers guarding the Pioneer Battalion guarding the Gran Heights suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the thick fog, just like an ancient demon stepping on the ground, and the thick land made a dull sound.

"Care--" The officers looked solemn, staring at the thick fog, as if something huge was running out of the thick fog, making them restless. They loudly reminded the soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion to be alerted.

The commander Mu Xue climbed up to the sentry tower surrounded by a group of officers, trying to see clearly what was in the thick fog from a high place, but the thick fog was too thick, and they could not see anything except hearing the dull sounds that kept getting closer.

The voice sounded from far to near, resounding in the ears of the soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion. The soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion were tense, and they only had war swords and spears in their hands, and they were sweating in their palms.

"Wuwuwu--" Suddenly, a loud horn sounded from the thick fog, the sound was high and powerful, and the huge penetration force penetrated the thick fog, making every soldier in the Pioneer Battalion tremble.

"They are here-" Cavalry commander Murong Ke stared at the cold fog with a serious expression.

In the past day, the 10,000 light cavalry led by Murong Ke fought countless battles with the rebels. They were very familiar with the horn of the rebels. At the same time, they also knew that the horn of the rebels sounded and they had arrived.

"Chang—clang—clang—clang—clang—”

The neat and powerful steps sounded in the thick fog, and the dense sounds gathered into a dull sound, and a solemn aura came towards us.

A north wind blew across the front of the Gran Heights, and the thick fog dissipated a lot. The soldiers of the vanguard battalion, guarding in the trenches, finally saw the enemy clearly. It was a dark military formation, so dark that it was suffocating.

The huge rebel cluster had reached a mile outside the Gran Heights. The soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion could not see both ends of the huge military formation to the left and right, and even more so how long the military formation was stretched back, because they were hidden in the cold fog. Under the cover of the fog, it seemed that the military formation was boundless, like a vast ocean. There were so many enemies that could not be seen. The soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion took a breath.

The rebels were wearing black armor, and the swords and armor collided with a clanging sound. They tied a white cloth strip around their necks to distinguish them from the Nanchuan Army. The rebels had complex compositions. Although they were not as neat as the Nanchuan Army, they were even more bloodthirsty and easy to kill.

During the long journey from Luoshan Province to the Gran Heights, Zhao Feng allowed these rebel soldiers to massacre civilians. So now these rebel soldiers have become hideous and bloodthirsty. The sins in their bones have been aroused, and everyone is extremely hideous. Killing has filled their minds and dominated their thoughts.

Two hundred thousand rebels covered the entire wilderness in front of the Gran Heights. At first glance, Mu Xue stood on the sentry tower of the Gran Heights. Looking around, it was covered with darkness, like a sea of ​​people, flags covering the sky and the sun, and the military formation like a steel jungle. Even though Mu Xue had experienced many battles, he did not breathe a sigh of relief at this moment, and his mood became inexplicably heavy.

The rebel commander Zhao Feng, surrounded by the generals, slowly came to the forefront of the military formation. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Gran Heights. The Gran Heights were covered with barbed wire and countless trenches. Countless vanguard battalion soldiers wearing black armor were taking them seriously. The black battle flag was flying in the cold wind. Seeing the three big words "The Big Pioneer Battalion" on the battle flag, Zhao Feng frowned.

"When did Lin Chuan have an additional Pioneer Camp?" Zhao Feng asked.

"Report to the general, this pioneer battalion was a soldier who followed Robben's rebellion and finally surrendered and was reorganized by Lin Chuan." The officer's words were full of ridicule. Lin Chuan actually held a group of surrendered troops with no combat power to resist their progress. It was really whimsical.

When Zhao Feng heard that Lin Chuan had actually used a group of surrendered rebels to resist them, he snorted with disdain: "Which general will take the Nanchuan battle flag for me-"

Zhao Feng looked around the officers around him and threw out the match.

Killing generals and seizing flags is the greatest honor in the army. Now that I hear that the opposite side is just a unit incorporated by Lin Chuan, it is not difficult to seize the battle flag. So after hearing Zhao Feng's words, the officers clasped their fists and asked for battle, not giving in to each other, and wanted to take down this piece of fat meat that was in their mouths alone.

Seeing the officers who were constantly arguing, Zhao Feng's face was full of pride. This was his huge army. Facing his army, Lin Chuan, who was once arrogant, would crawl at his feet.

"Vulture, go and teach Lin Chuan a lesson and let him know what it means to overestimate himself." Zhao Feng finally stopped his eyes on a bald flag leader and handed him the offensive task.

"General, don't worry, I will bring back their heads without falling—" A ruthless look flashed across the vulture's face, licking its cracked lips, its eyes were red, and its fighting spirit was high.

The vulture was originally a bandit leader in the Luoshan Province. He was known for his cruelty and cruelty. Later, he was reorganized by the Nanchuan Army and became a capable general under Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng won him over with his beautiful wealth. The vulture soon became the direct descendant of the Zhao family. Now, Zhao Feng is in the first battle with the vulture. The purpose is very clear, that is, to teach Lin Chuan a lesson and at the same time shock the dissatisfied generals in the army.

"Babys, are you ready?" The vulture rode his horse to the array of his own flag regiment, and his vicious eyes flashed past the rebel soldiers with excitement on their faces, and asked wildly.

"I can't wait, hahaha--" What kind of people bring out the kind of soldiers? The vulture has always been unruly. The ten thousand rebels under his command are also arrogant and laughed wildly when they hear the vulture's questions.

"Okay, rush over and twist the heads of those Nanchuan soldiers as chamber pots!"

"Roar--" The rebels of the Condor Flag Regiment held their weapons high and slapped their shields hard, making clanging sounds. Their morale was like rainbows and they looked disdainful to the warriors of the Nanchuan Army Pioneer Battalion guarding the Gran Heights. In their eyes, they were the most powerful.

"Occurrence--" The vulture turned over and dismounted, carrying his heavy hammer of 100 pounds to send out the horn of the attack.

"This vulture always likes to charge, haha." Zhao Feng saw that the vulture's subordinates were like little tigers, fierce and powerful, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Prepare for battle! Archers are ready!" The vultures attacked the defense line of the sentry tower. Because it was in the center of the provincial highway, Mu Xue personally led two vanguard battalions to guard the battle. Seeing the rebels running wildly, Mu Xue gave a calm order.

The Vulture Flag regiment has always advocated the way of attacking bandits. They rushed forward, quickly tearing the enemy to pieces, and using their powerful strength to conquer the enemy, so they did not shoot arrows first and then attack the infantry like the regular army.

Mu Xue looked at the bandit-like attacks like the Condor Flag Regiment. Although these rebels seemed to scream and were murderous, these were not problems for the Nanchuan Army, which had strict defense and offensive training subjects. They just needed to follow the formal process to fight the enemy.

"Five hundred meters-"

"Three hundred meters--"

"Two hundred meters-"

The vanguard soldier in charge of observation kept shouting and reporting the distance between the rebels from the trench, providing the commander with a reference for issuing orders.
Chapter completed!