"All..." Suddenly, Ren Shiwu, the captain who led the Xiliu Camp as the pioneer, could not adapt at all. He held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, and was at a loss.

"Continue to fight our own, don't care how the enemy reacts!" As the strongest man in the new training camp, Zhang Si'an decisively opened his voice and yelled loudly at the brothers beside him. Then, he lit the grenade and took the lead in throwing it at the low wall where there was no enemy hiding.

"Boom!" The explosion sounded, and stones splashed everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, more grenades fell, completely swallowing the low walls into the smoke of gunpowder.

The battle quickly returned to the rhythm that everyone was familiar with. The captain Ren Shiwu decisively led his brothers to charge without waiting for the smoke to dissipate. More than 400 Tang Dynasty athletes pushed past the collapsed stone wall like waves and chased the fleeing enemy troops, like lions hunting and killing antelope together.

Resistance is negligible. Most of the enemy troops would rather be killed from behind by brothers from the Xiliu Camp than turn around to fight. Occasionally, one or two brave men could not stop four or five sword and shield soldiers from joining forces to attack.

The confident soldiers of the Tang Dynasty cooperated extremely tacitly, and often could solve their opponents in just one encounter. Then, everyone continued to hold up their swords and shields and chased the next wave of enemies, with unstoppable momentum.

Because he was in the position of the sword and shield soldiers, he had to maintain formation with his companions around him. Lu Guangsha chased after two hundred steps before finally finding his first chance to shoot his spear. His opponent was a Turkic arrow, but he was chased so hard that he had no strength to continue escaping. He leaned against a rock and formed a formation with the forty warriors under his command to protect himself.

The Tang Dynasty sword and shield soldiers who were standing in front of Luo Guangsha had already fought with the Turkic warriors and had no time to take care of them in a short period of time. The flag gun in the hand of Lu Dechuan Lu's hand was too bulky and it was difficult to use it in the melee.

Seeing the gap exposed by the sword and shield soldiers, Luo Guangsha shouted and stepped forward to fill the seat, thrusting the spear at the Turkic arrow. The opponent used a long-handled battle axe, which was tall and strong. Seeing the spear stabbing towards him, he immediately swept the axe across.

He tried to use his strength to sweep the spear that stabbed him. However, Luo Guangsha had practiced similar tricks countless times in the new training camp, and his muscles had already formed memory. Without thinking, he quickly pressed his left hand down and his right hand suddenly lifted up. The seemingly bulky spear suddenly raised for more than half a foot, and turned over in the air like a giant python, allowing the axe blade to poke at the throat of the Turkic arrow again.

"Ah--" A panic scream came from the mouth of the Turkic arrow, quickly swinging its neck to the right. The sharp spear swept across the edge of his neck, lifting up a string of scarlet blood beads. Luo Guangsha's hand was faster than his brain. While seeing the whereabouts of the spear, his right hand instinctively pulled back. The giant python-like spear swept across quickly, pressing the shoulders of the Turkic arrow hard.

This move had no lethality, but only made the Turkic arrows under pressure and could not move quickly. The two brothers following Luo Guangsha saw the opportunity and thrust the spears at the same time. One left and one right, it gave the Turkic arrows two hearts.

"Ah--" The Turkic arrow, which was pressed by Luo Guangsha with a spear, almost watched the spear pierce through his body, but could not make any dodge. He screamed and paused to the ground. Luo Guangsha took back the spear and turned around and stabbed a Turkic warrior who was attacked by two Tang Dynasty sword and shield soldiers, instantly piercing the other party's back.

The Turkic warriors had no time to hum and died instantly. Blood spurted out against the spear, dyeing half of the spear pole red. Luo Guangsha kicked the Turkic warriors and pulled the spear back with the momentum. Turning his head to find a new target, he found that the Turkic soldiers who were fighting stubbornly had been killed, and there was no living enemy army around him.

"Second Brigade, everyone follows me!" Lu Dechuan's voice came from four or five steps away, instantly letting Luo Guangxia know what he should do. Carrying the bloody spear, he moved closer to the flag gun. In a blink of an eye, he gathered with his brothers again, and in a quick run, he worked hard to restore the formation to its order.

The brigade led Ludechuan himself, holding up the flag gun and chasing the flag of Xiliu Camp. Soon, the archers of the teaching regiment brigade and Xiliu Camp also followed. Everyone followed the regiment flag and the general flag of the school captain Ren Shiwu, and continued to chase the death and chase north. When they encountered those who resisted in their arms, they rushed over and killed them. When they met the ones who could not run, they cleanly sent the other party to meet the Golden Wolf God.

After chasing for two hundred steps, the established enemy finally appeared in front of everyone. They were still hiding behind a simple stone wall just built, and refused to use the condescending terrain to rush out and fight against each other. On the left and right sides of everyone, enemy archers appeared again, shooting feather arrows from afar, without any accuracy.

"Staying on the verge of the crowd, I will never look back!" Captain Ren Shiwu shouted loudly, and continued to take big steps to pounce on the enemy in front, disdaining the harassment from both wings.

"Stay on the verge of big fists and never look back!" The brothers responded in unison, and their anger soared into the sky.

The team of Xiliu Camp was like an iron chariot, but it quickly climbed up against the mountain. In a blink of an eye, it drove within fifty steps from the stone wall.

This time, they encountered fierce resistance. Hundreds of temporarily mobilized crossbows shot the crossbow arrows at them like hail, causing blood to splatter in the team.

The iron vest could not completely stop the powerful crossbow shooting. The sword and shield hands were located in the first row. When the first wave of crossbow arrows came, more than a dozen fell down. Soon, the sword and shield hands standing in the second row and the spear soldiers next to Lu Guangsha were also affected. Bloodshots appeared on people one after another, and they had to withdraw from the team and wait for rescue.

However, the other brothers in the Xiliuying Group followed the general flag of the school captain Ren Shiwu and continued to strode forward. There was no fear on everyone's face.

They had weighed the enemy's weight once and knew where the opponent's upper limit was. They had tasted the taste of destruction and were unwilling to miss the "feast" that had already reached their mouths. They firmly believed that as long as they continued to crush forward, the group of "wastes" behind the low wall would definitely turn around and run away. They believed that the strong crossbow could not save the fate of the Turks, at best, to be brave.

As it turns out, they are right.

When their feet reached within thirty steps from the low wall, the Turks behind the low wall collectively dropped their weapons and turned around to escape. This time, Ren Shiwu understood what to do without any reminder. He slowed down a little, waited for the end of a round of explosion, and then led his brothers through the smoke of gunpowder.

The new round of pursuit began, which was easier than the previous round. The Turkic people were depressed and were unwilling to sacrifice their lives to fight to the death. However, the Tang Dynasty's athletes were as powerful as the battle, and became more and more brave as they fought. Most of the Turkic warriors who died in battle were hit by swords behind their backs. The group of Xiliu Camp suffered almost no losses since passing through the smoke of gunpowder.

Luo Guangsha didn't get any chance to get a mobile phone in this round of battle. However, he was so tired that he was panting because he ran against the mountains.

"Fortunately, the calculation of military achievements has been changed to first checking whether the mission is achieved, rather than seeing how many beheads are first. Otherwise, I will be at my grandma's house today!" He raised his hand to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, and he panted and was glad in his heart. Before he could even adjust his breathing, the shouts of the captain Ren Shiwu and the commander were heard not far ahead, "Left Wing, go to the left Wing with me. There are enemy troops on the left Wing to kill them, and deal with me first."

"Left wing, keep up with the flag recognition. The lieutenant has an order to deal with the enemy troops on the left wing first!"

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"Didn't you say that you won't look back if you don't cut down Mo Chuo's wool crow?" Luo Guangxia was stunned and panted. No one answered his doubts, but the Xiliuying group of the flag and the flag were already out of the center line and turned to the left. Immediately afterwards, the flag-recognizing the flag of the First Brigade and the Second Brigade also quickly turned left, pointing the direction for all the sword, shield and spear hands.

Luo Guangsha had to follow up with a spear, chased the brigade, Ludechuan, and walked side by side with the latter. The other spearmen of the 2nd Brigade also quickly followed, and according to the existing number of people, he reorganized and formed two horizontal teams on the way forward.

The road they made way was quickly filled by Shuofang Camp. The latter stepped on the same drum beat and walked forward quickly, like a galloping carriage, rolling towards the third low wall of the Turks.

"Kill, kill, kill..." The scale of Turkic warriors was about 900, shouting and pounced down the hillside from the left wing. Ren Shiwu and his brothers came forward, and they were just right at the other side.

Both sides had no time to use bows and arrows, nor did they have time to use grenades, and they hit each other face to face. The blood splattered, and the sound of gold and iron clashed in shock.

The center of the Turkic team was "hit" out of a big hole by Ren Shiwu and his brothers around him, and the entire team collapsed inward half a foot away in an instant. The Tang Dynasty sword and shield soldiers in the front row shouted and advanced along the collapse position, quickly deepening the gap. The Second Brigade, which followed closely behind the sword and shield hands, had no time to change the formation, and rushed in along the same position. The spear wielded, instantly doubled the collapse range.

The Turkic warriors located in the center of the team were staggered. However, the Turkic warriors on the edge relied on the large number of people on their side to launch a counterattack from both sides of the team. The position of the brigade leader Ludechuan was on the left and was soon targeted by two Turkic warriors. The steel knife left a series of phantoms on his chest. Luo Guangsha rushed forward with his spear without hesitation, sweeping one of the Turkic warriors to fly backwards, and blood spurted in his mouth.

Lu Dechuan, who had freed his hand, swayed the opponent's center of gravity with a flag gun. Then, the gun pierced the man to the ground. The opponent covered his wound with his hands and screamed loudly. Luo Guangsha quickly turned his spear and gave the other party a clean and neat blow.

Blood spurted along the spear, instantly dyeing half of his body red. Without any wiping, he waved his spear to protect Ludechuan and himself, forcing the Turkic warriors who rushed over one after another. Other brothers from the Second Brigade quickly came to help, and through a series of skillful cooperation, he killed the Turkic warriors around Ludechuan, and then followed the flag and continued to move forward bravely.

Another group of Turkic warriors roared and launched a counterattack, trying to kill Ludechuan, cut off the brigade and recognized the flag. The latter placed the flagpole flat and did not retreat. Luo Guangsha and his brothers lined up on the left and right sides of Ludechuan, spearing left and right, dispersing the pressure of the enemy.

A spear stabbed at him, and he pushed it aside. The other party's center of gravity was unbalanced and staggered forward, with flaws on both sides of his chest and body. Luo Guangsha stabbed him with a spear and pierced the person's chest. The other party screamed and fell to the ground, threw down his weapons, and held his spear tightly with both hands.

Luo Guangxia pulled the spear twice in a row, but could not pull it out and he couldn't help but stir it up. The other party's internal organs were shattered and he vomited blood to death, and his hands finally loosened softly. Before he could take back the spear, a ray of cold light suddenly rolled against the ground towards his calves.

A flag gun fell from mid-air, smashing the cold light away. Then, the flag was pulled upwards and wrapped the head of the sneak attacker. Lu Guangsha, who was so scared that his soul was full of souls, decisively released his spear, pulled out a short knife from his waist, and cut off the throat of the sneak attacker who was wrapped in the flag with one knife.

Blood spurted out, splashing his face. He raised his short knife with a grim smile and rushed towards the enemy army closest to him. Before the blade could touch the target, the opponent was already picked up by two Tang Dynasty spearmen.

After cursing loudly, Luo Guangsha rushed to the next target, but in the end, he still lost his life. The brothers around him were all brave and in a blink of an eye, they killed all the Turkic warriors who were fighting back.

"Come on!" Lu Dechuan's voice sounded beside everyone. Everyone stepped on the enemy's corpses and gathered again under the flag guns. The enemy troops around retreated in panic, and then the entire team fell apart. Everyone waved their weapons and chased after more than a hundred steps, but because of the excessive physical energy, they only left a small part of the enemy, and watched helplessly as most of the rest escaped further and further.

"Stop and rest on the spot!" The captain Ren Shiwu suddenly raised his bloody horizontal knife and ordered loudly.

The messenger opened his voice and repeated his orders over and over again. The flag-recognizing the flags of the Xiliu Camp were also raised high in the air by the flag bearer and swung back and forth.

This time, no one questioned Ren Shiwu's decision anymore. The brothers in the Xiliu Camp, including Luo Guangsha and Lu Dechuan, were all exhausted and panting. In a short period of time, they had no physical strength to break through the next line of defense of the enemy.

Everyone stood with weapons and followed the brigade and regently moved closer to the regiment's flag, trying to keep the formation basically complete. But unfortunately, they found that many familiar faces had disappeared from front, back and forth.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The explosion of the grenade sounded not far away. Everyone quickly hid the sadness in their hearts and turned their eyes to the center of the battlefield. Just as they saw that the Shuofang regiment replaced everyone's previous position and forcibly broke through the third camp of the Turks.

The sky had darkened at some point. In the vast twilight, the Turkic soldiers retreated to the top of the mountain and retreated to another hill in the east. The battle flag of the Shuofang regiment was closely attached to the back of the Turkic soldiers, and the fear of death was carved into the depths of their souls with a horizontal knife and a spear.
Chapter completed!