The fire that soared into the sky in the dark night shone red for a long time. From a distance, it looked like it was stained with blood.

The 120,000 night attack troops led by Xiao Zhan crashed into the camp of the Third Legion of the Central Army like a black torrent, causing waves of blood. With the death camp as the forefront, they kept tearing the defense line of the Central Army, and one camp after another was broken.

Countless famous meritorious troops of the Third Army Corps faced the fastest death camp as fast as a dragon, and encountered the most feared night in their lives. These disheveled, strong and strong death camp soldiers jumped out of the darkness like demons in the darkness, constantly harvesting the lives of the Central Army soldiers. The screams, insults, and loud scoldings of officers in the camp came one after another.

Facing the messy Central Army, Liu Erhu, commander of the Death Battalion, held a cold smile on his lips: "Kill--"

Sweat and blood had already made the military uniform soaked, just like fished out of the blood. The agile figure of the soldiers of the Death Camp followed their commander Liu Erhu, charged forward silently, and then slashed the enemy with force.

"Heavy Swordsman Camp, line up!" The Central Army responded quickly. A soldier from the Heavy Swordsman Camp quickly lined up under the rebuke of the commander. The double-edged heavy sword flashed with a quiet cold light, which was particularly sharp.

The Heavy Swordsman Battalion of the Third Legion is a meritorious force and is also a well-known force in the history of the Dynasty army. It has been received by the emperor countless times. Every soldier in the Heavy Swordsman Battalion has his own pride and is proud to join the Heavy Swordsman Battalion.

But they encountered a powerful and terrifying death camp. Wherever the death camp went, it would definitely flow into a river. When countless bloodthirsty death camp soldiers appeared in front of the heavy swordsman camp, these former prides of heaven and the darling of the dynasty felt the strong murderous aura for the first time and felt the fear from the heart.

The bloody smell that was coming towards us was disgusting. Many new recruits who were replenishing with the Heavy Swordsman Battalion couldn't help but vomit, and the team was slightly rioting.

"Hehe!" Seeing the heavy swordsman camp lined up, Liu Erhu, who was covered in blood, was like he was spying on his prey. His pupils shrank slightly, looked up and down, and his mouth made a sound.

The soldiers of the Death Camp following Liu Erhu also stopped and gasped. Their eyes were full of rebelliousness, like wild horses that were riddled, exuding a wild aura.

The previous fierce battle had consumed too much of the soldiers of the Death Battalion, so facing the heavy swordsman camp with full armed arrays, Liu Erhu did not order an immediate attack. For such a melee unit, Liu Erhu must try to get the soldiers to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Brothers of the Dynasty Army, you have been surrounded. Put down your weapons and surrender immediately. There is only one way to resist." Liu Erhu gasped while carrying out psychological attacks on the array of heavy swordsmen camps.

There are shouts of killing everywhere around, and the entire Third Legion camp was in a sea of ​​fire, and the battlefield continued to spread to the surrounding area. The heavy swordsman camp had no idea how many enemy troops were. When he heard Liu Erhu's words, many soldiers with unsteady will immediately burst into their minds.

"Your commander of the Yufeng Army has been killed by us, and the head is hanging on the head of Hongdu City. If you still want to live, put down your weapons immediately, otherwise the brothers behind me will tear you into pieces. You choose-"

"Death Camp! Death Camp!" The soldiers of the Death Camp cooperated and let out the wild beasts' roar. The trembling roar made the soldiers of the Dynasty Heavy Swordsman Camp look fearful in the eyes.

"Brothers, don't listen to his nonsense. We are the most elite heavy swordsman camp. They dare not attack us. This is deceiving us!" The officers of the heavy swordsman camp stood up and shouted loudly, but they still couldn't eliminate the panic on the soldiers' faces.

The commander of the Heavy Swordsman Camp saw that if Liu Erhu continued to say this, his morale would be gone before the war started, so he raised the heavy sword in his hand without hesitation, and roared in a long voice: "The Heavy Swordsman Camp attack!"

The Heavy Swordsman Camp is a first-class and powerful melee unit. The heavy swords in their hands are extremely sharp. If they wear heavy armor, they can fight against heavy infantry.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, Liu Erhu naturally would not take it lightly. Seeing the other party crushing towards him and others, he sneered in his heart.

He used words to hit the other party's morale just now and he didn't expect that the other party would really surrender. He just gave the soldiers who had fought fiercely for a long time to rest for a while, and now they have recovered.

"Brothers, have you had a rest?!" Liu Erhu turned his head and asked loudly.

"Okay--" The answer to Liu Erhu was a loud and high-pitched voice. Obviously, facing such a powerful enemy as the Heavy Swordsman Camp, the soldiers of the Death Camp were very excited and excited. They were the most powerful warriors and liked to challenge the most powerful opponents. This was their fun.

"Damn it!" Hearing that Liu Erhu and the others were actually delaying time before, the commander of the Heavy Swordsman Camp cursed in his heart, these rebels were really cunning.

"After rest, let me kill you hard!" Liu Erhu's sword had already popped out of the gap, but it was already sharp. When he turned his head again, he was full of fierceness.

The soldiers of the Heavy Swordsman Battalion lined up in an orderly manner and the heavy swords in their hands shone with cold light under the light of the fire.

Liu Erhu carried the sword and rushed forward. The soldiers of the Death Camp followed Liu Erhu, and only started to trot, but finally turned into a wild rush. Finally, they became an unstoppable black torrent, pouring towards the heavy swordsman camp.

This is the collision between swords and swords, and it is also the battlefield of killing and blood. When the heavy swords and swords collided and burst out with sparks, the violent Liu Erhu hit the enemy's chest with a fierce elbow. With a click, the enemy screamed and his body was kicked away.

With Liu Erhu as the lead, the soldiers of the Death Camp collided with the heavy swordsman camp with strong melee capabilities, causing waves of blood, the fight continued, and death continued.

On the battlefield, swords and swords kept colliding and making clanging sounds, and painful howlings kept coming. The loud scolding, insulting and roaring made this flesh-and-blood battlefield even more cruel.

"Boom!" The soldiers of the Death Battalion holding a warhammer laughed wildly and smashed the heads of one heavy swordsman soldiers after another, splashing their brains, making the soldiers of the heavy swordsman soldiers full of fear.

"Puff puff puff puff--" A series of sounds of swords entering the flesh, the agile soldiers of the Death Camp reaped the lives of soldiers of the heavy swordsman camp like wolves entering the flock of sheep.

"Keep formation, don't be messed up, don't be messed up!" Faced with the powerful offensive of the soldiers of the Death Battalion, the officers of the Heavy Swordsman Battalion kept shouting loudly, trying to fight against these wild rebels in a tight formation, but in such a chaotic battlefield, their orders would only aggravate the chaos of the soldiers, because they could not maintain formation while facing the attacks of the Death Battalion soldiers.

"I can't stop it anymore, I can't stop it anymore-" Facing these soldiers of the Death Camp with ferocious expressions, the timid soldiers of the Heavy Swordsman Battalion could finally bear the pressure in their hearts, threw away their weapons and turned around and ran away.

"Mom..." The soldiers of the Heavy Swordsman Camp who had collapsed in their hearts had never encountered such a powerful enemy. They could not beat and could not be killed. Their psychology finally collapsed.

The soldiers of the Death Camp were not afraid of death at all. Even if their arms were cut off, they still pounced on them and bite them with their teeth and hit them with their heads. This kind of fearless fighting made the soldiers of the Heavy Swordsman Camp scared them. A pessimistic and fearful mood spread. In the end, the entire army collapsed. The famous Heavy Swordsman Camp was defeated in close combat. This was a shame for the Heavy Swordsman Camp and a shame for the Third Legion of the Central Army. However, in order to save their lives, no honor has anything to do with them. They just want to survive. (To be continued)
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