The rain of arrows shot up in the sky, and the locust swarms were densely packed during the disaster.

Yang Zheng held up the small round shield in his left hand, and his whole body shrank down hard, curled up in a ball regardless of his image, huddled in the chaotic infantry ranks. After a series of arrows, more than half of the infantry regiment formed a square formation fell down.

Blood, corpses, and all kinds of howling sounds were all over the ground.

Yang Zheng looked indifferently at his comrades beside him and were shot all over his body by arrows. Anyway, these guys were all innocent. Tomorrow, new prisoners, refugees and slaves from all over Cangyue Kingdom would be added to this vanguard infantry regiment.

This scenario has been repeated many times over the past year.

From the initial vomiting panic, to calmness, to numbness!

Since damn it fell into this inexplicable world.

And he was captured by the country in this world and became a cannon fodder light infantry.

More than 360 days a year, half of the days spent in this boring and cruel border tug-of-war.

The century-old grudges between Cangyue Kingdom and Weirong Kingdom are often used as a vent of this small war.

Those who died were those who had no status and status and were caught in the infantry regiment as cannon fodder.

Yang Zheng just wants to save his life now, and he no longer wants anything else.

Stepping on the body of his teammate, he raised his spear and continued to move forward.

"Help, help!"

The voices of disabled teammates calling for help were filled with the help of their disabled teammates.

All the veterans turned a deaf ear to him. On the battlefield, the only person who can save his life is himself.

Occasionally, one or two recruits have a soft heart and want to go to teammates who are not seriously injured but have lost their ability to move. The ending is often very tragic...

There was another sharp roar in the distance, followed by countless arrows breaking through the air, and the enemy's second round of bows and arrows came again.

Yang Zheng raised a broken round shield and was about to draw a gourd as it was and avoid the second rain of arrows.

After just one round of arrows, the gap between the ranks was already very large. Yang Zheng did not have many flesh shields to block arrows, only a small round shield (a circular wooden shield with a radius of 20 cm and a 5 cm thick, which was the second most defensive weapon in the Cangyue army, and was exclusively for cannon fodder), which was definitely not enough.

Seeing the arrows approaching quickly, a black-bearded man next to him whose feet were shot and roared in despair.

Yang Zheng's mind moved, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly threw away the spear and round shield, grabbed the man's collar and belt with both hands, and shouted in the man's horrified eyes, lifted him up in front of him, his body shrank, and hid behind him, "Pu pup pup pup pup", countless arrows were clustered into the flesh. The man screamed and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and his body was still trembling, and countless bows and arrows had been shot into.

Blood dripped on Yang Zheng's face, and a complicated look appeared in his eyes. Is it indifference, heartache, or regret?

The second round of shots finally ended.

Yang Zheng threw the body that had no breath of life on the ground, and stretched his right hand, angrily slid his eyes, and said softly: "I'm sorry, it's better to die for you than to both of us."

His eyes returned to indifference again. He picked up the spear and round shield on the ground and rushed forward quickly.

It is only fifty meters away from the enemy's forward battalion, and it cannot give the enemy a chance to shoot in the third round.

Survival of the fittest!

The remaining veterans are basically experienced and responsive, but they are the essence of the entire infantry regiment.

The infantry of the vanguard regiment, which originally had 10,000 people, suffered 6,000 casualties after two rounds of shooting.

The remaining more than 4,000 people rushed towards the enemy formation roared.

Soon, the enemy's archers retreated and the infantry regiment rushed up, like two black waves rushing together, and the shaking sound of the sky covered the rumbling of the war drums.

After Yang Zheng stabbed two enemy infantry to death with a spear, he was surrounded, with the number of enemies at least three times that of ours.

The wind came from behind, and Yang Zheng jumped sideways with a clever and waved his shield to block it.

With a "clang!", a powerful force came, and Yang Zheng was staggered and retreated.

A giant man who was half taller than Yang Zheng cut on the small round shield with a hijab, almost splitting it in half. Judging from the chain armor, he should be the enemy's squad leader, and several enemy troops around him saw Yang Zheng's mistakes, and quickly rushed to stab him in an attempt to get hurt. The two iron guns crossed left and right to block Yang Zheng's escape route. Yang Zheng, who had lost his reliance, threw the round shield and hit an iron gun, and then shattered. At that moment, the iron gun in his right hand had been thrown out, stabbed into another attacking enemy's chest, and rolled over with a lazy donkey, barely avoiding the giant man's attack again.

He played a knife with his right hand, and the giant licked his lips and smiled cruelly.

Yang Zheng was already empty-handed. On the battlefield, this was death. He raised his sword and rushed towards Yang Zheng without hesitation.

A hint of panic flashed in Yang Zheng's eyes, and his right hand subconsciously pulled into his belt. His desperate and helpless expression fell into the eyes of the giant man, adding to his bloodthirsty nature, as if he saw Yang Zheng chopping in half under his knife, flying in flesh and blood.

A whistling down the mountain knife.

Yang Zheng shrank and squeezed into the giant man's arms. The giant man was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the enemy to be so flexible. He was about to hit his head with the hilt of the knife. His mouth suddenly opened wide in horror, his eyes staring like a copper bell, full of incredible expression. The blood had dyed the armor on the giant man's chest red, and a dagger penetrated deep into his heart.

Yang Zheng looked at the giant man coldly, tucked his right hand, quickly pulled out the dagger covered with faint light, rolled it back into his belt, and gently pushed the giant man.

With a "boom", the giant man fell down like a mountain of gold and jade pillars.

The enemy troops around were in an uproar, and there were a burst of "captain!" screams. The giant man's identity was higher than Yang Zheng imagined, but he was not satisfied with any pride and quickly picked up the giant man's sword.

He looked around solemnly, because he killed the enemy captain, all the enemy troops around him rushed over.

Yang Zheng was surrounded by layers.

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Cangyue border, sentry tower.

Today, the sentries on the tower were extremely field-oriented, standing straight, looking at the two people in front of them with reverence and fear.

Two tall figures stood on the edge of the 60-meter-high whistle tower.

One was wearing a red troop and the other was wearing a black troop, looking away.

The woman in Honghui's strong suit had long burgundy hair, delicate and noble face, and her eyebrows flew upwards flatly licked her a little heroic, but her eyes were cold and sharp, and she was definitely not like an ordinary woman. The man in black standing beside her was tall and burly, with vicissitudes of face, and her brown eyes were deep, as if she contained infinite wisdom. He was the commander of the wolf army on the western front of Cangyue and the wolf-toothed general Qiu Yuanshan.

The woman from Hongzhi stared at the infantry regiments of enemy and us who were fighting together in the distance, and the cold voice of ice spit out from her mouth:

"Uncle Yuanshan, is it OK to pick out the members of this operation from the forward camp?"

She used questions and seemed to be quite suspicious of the strength of the infantry in the vanguard battalion. These people who were cannon fodder were not worth showing off in her noble eyes.

Qiu Yuanshan noticed that the nearest sentry was ten meters away from them. He lowered his voice and said respectfully: "Your Highness, the Princess, although the Forward Battalion is full of cannon fodder soldiers, and the materials are of varying quality, after years of tug-of-war, a small number of people with outstanding qualifications stand out. They must have their own advantages when they can survive the war that has been on the same day, and may not even be under the elite battalion of our wolf army."

"A group of desperate people have no cooperation at all. Haven't you seen the black-haired soldier just now use his comrades as a shield?"

The woman in Honghui felt anger that could not be suppressed. Sacrifice of her companions to save herself. In the eyes of regular soldiers, it was a shame and humiliation.

Qiu Yuanshan smiled embarrassedly and was silent.

He didn't care at all.

The vanguard infantry battalion is called the "death camp" in the armies of various countries. It is composed of refugees, slaves and prisoners from all over the country. As the main consumables of the war, the country did not give their soldiers the treatment they deserve. Whether it is equipment or food, the worst in the entire army. Not to mention military pay, even their daily movements would be restricted, which is exactly the same as the enemy's prisoners. If the high death rate had made the vanguard infantry battalion look like a group of scattered sand, these soldiers would have long been up to rebel.

Do you still imagine that they are as disciplined as regular soldiers and have a balance of advance and retreat?

However, there are not without talents in the death camp. There are such a small group of people who have been baptized by countless wars.

Whether it is based on super luck or continuous improvement.

They survived, and these people were not comparable to soldiers who could improve their abilities through normal practice.

Qiu Yuanshan did not tell the truth. Veterans who could survive in the Forward Camp for the next year were definitely stronger than soldiers in the elite camp.

It can even be compared with members of the "Knights of Rose".

Of course, he would definitely not say such words, otherwise the leader of the "Rose Knights" in front of him, Mo Bingyun, the most powerful third princess in Cangyue Kingdom, would have lost her temper. Even though she was her sword skills instructor before she was ten years old.

Mo Bingyun keenly noticed Qiu Yuanshan's subtle psychology, snorted lightly from his nose, and continued to bet on the battlefield.

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The enemy soldiers rushed around. Yang Zheng waved his mountain knife and drew a semicircle. Several "clicks" sounds, and the spear tips of several spears were cut off. This inexplicable continental smelting level was low. Taking Cangyue Kingdom as an example, the army's spears were usually equipped with hard pear wooden poles and an iron spear tip. The full metal spear can only be equipped unless it is an elite spear soldiers of the three major legions or the guards of the imperial city.

Even so, Yang Zheng was still surprised. He could not have imagined that this hijab was so sharp that it could break several hard pear wood guns that were known for their hardness.

Several guards and Rong soldiers were cut off their long poles and were shocked at the same time. Yang Zheng took the opportunity to crash into the crowd. While avoiding the weapons stabbed from behind, he slashed and killed in the crowd. In an instant, three more enemy soldiers were chopped over. Yang Zheng's arms and thighs were cut out, and half of his body was stained with blood, which was ferocious and terrifying.

The troops on both sides are cannon fodder soldiers. Although there are few people on the Cangyue Army, they are not exposed to their defeat. After a few rounds of arrows, the Cangyue soldiers who survived are all outstanding veterans selected from the war. When they are killed with the Weirong Light Infantry, they can basically fight against three.

Yang Zheng, who was mainly taken care of by the enemy soldiers, had his chest fluctuated violently after killing more than a dozen soldiers.

Although the hijab is good, it also starts to curl the blade due to the continuous and strong chopping of several places.

There were about ten wounds on my body emitting blood.

When the physical strength approaches the extreme, breathing becomes extremely difficult.

However, the enemy soldiers around were also shocked. The man in front of him was covered in blood as if the god of killing came to the world. Seeing more than a dozen comrades lying under his knife, no matter who it was, a chill would appear in his heart.

Although she was so tired, Yang Zheng still made a move and shouted with an indescribable cruelty and sharp expression!

The enemy soldiers around were shocked by his momentum, and Yang Zheng was trying to find a gap to break through.

But a young man who looked elegant in the enemy soldier suddenly shouted in a sharp voice:

"This guy must be the squadron leader, no, he should be the squadron leader. Everyone should come on. If he kills him, he will be promoted to the regular army when he goes back. He will no longer have to live such a frightened life."

Hearing such words, the enemy soldiers around him were ready to move and rushed up together, and the elegant soldier actually shrank behind him.

When Yang Zheng saw this scene, he couldn't help but curse himself "Fuck"!

He was already exhausted at this moment. Seeing so many enemy soldiers rushing around, he knew that he might die here. He didn't feel much sad. Over the past year, he had already seen life and death. He just fell into this world for some reason and died inexplicably on a battlefield without any meaning. He still felt a little unwilling to accept it.

His eyes passed through several enemy soldiers and landed on the Ruyan enemy soldiers who were hiding behind him, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
To be continued...