Chapter 378 That Poor Little Guy Jumping Around...

When it comes to the issue of flesh and blood, that is a big problem.

Now anyway, Sethman can't be found in a short time, so Tang En has to stay on the battlefield for a while. To be honest, after killing Eunice and Samp, Tang En had tasted the sweetness of gaining a huge amount of blood, and now he really has no intention of doing anything to an ordinary little guy. But this is a battlefield, and it's impossible not to kill people. In this case, in line with the great principle that no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, Tang En naturally wants to clarify the profound question of "whether barbarians are human beings".

Judging from past history, if you want to obtain blood energy, the first condition must be to do it yourself. Second, the other party must be a human being...well, this needs to be verified! There is definitely no such thing as killing chickens and ducks, but what about some intelligent or humanoid creatures, such as giant dragons and other monsters... This Tang En has never killed anyone, so... I no longer know.

As for the barbarians, judging from their physical appearance and living habits, they should be human beings. But the long black hair on his body, the tongue that can never be straightened when speaking...it doesn't look like he has fully evolved. Therefore, it is difficult to say whether this thing is classified by the system as a human or an animal.

Well, I'll kill one later and see... Touching his chin, Tang En decided to pay attention casually, just like the mentality of ordinary people deciding whether to kill chickens or fish for lunch.

Of course, the group of barbarians at the foot of the mountain didn't know that they had been targeted by a certain demon. At this time, they were gathering at the foot of the mountain to monitor the movements here. After a while, they began to form a formation again, as if they were going to attack by force.

This situation is normal. The spear-breaking camp is full of 300 people. Although the Bran heavy sword camp also has more than 100 people, only one-third of them can fight, which means that there are only 350 at most. soldier. If we only look at the numbers, it would have completely destroyed the 150 barbarians below. But considering what Frey said before, one barbarian is worth three regular Bran soldiers, then the pattern of strength and weakness will change.

Seeing the barbarians actively preparing for the battle, the people on the mountain became uneasy, mainly on Elt's side, but the soldiers on Frey's side looked eager to try. Of course, if the latter's condition fell into the eyes of the former, it would be a desperate act.

Although there are two factions on this mountain now, whether they like it or not, the situation is stronger than the people. The Bran Heavy Sword Battalion, which is about to be crippled, will naturally be led by the Gray Army. Elt reported to Frey the number of soldiers who could still fight here, and then made suggestions in a discussion tone, asking these more than 300 people to follow the previous strategy and use this simple civil fortification as the basis for defensive warfare.

It should be said that this suggestion is quite reliable. Although there are new reinforcements here, the barbarians still have the upper hand in terms of overall strength. Their advantage is that their physical strength is intact and they are all fresh troops, while the barbarians have been fighting for most of the day and are considered a tired army. As long as they insist on fighting a war of attrition, the winning rate here is still quite high.

However, this suggestion was politely rejected by Frey. A defensive war? What a joke. Not to mention that his reputation as a spear-breaker was based on his attacks, and he was not good at defense. Just say that with a strong team like Gray Space on your side, fighting a defensive battle would definitely be self-destructive martial arts!

Seeing this situation, Elt thought that the other party was because he had never been in contact with barbarians and did not know how powerful they were, so he quickly tried to persuade him. They had just escaped from the death scythe, and they didn't want to do it again.

Frey had a good temper and nodded after listening to a few words, but after guessing the other party's intentions, he couldn't help but feel a bit dumbfounded. He has been on the front line for more than ten years, so he naturally knows how powerful the barbarians are. To put it bluntly, when he was fighting the barbarians on the battlefield, Elt didn't know where he was. Seeing that the barbarians were about to complete their formation, Frey waved his hand, walked straight to his team, and set up an attack formation in front of the fortifications.

Elt stayed where he was for a moment, then cursed secretly, sighed and walked back to his soldiers.

Seeing the soldiers in gray clothes setting up their arrow array in front of the fortifications, the soldiers in the Epee Battalion were also dumbfounded. Ross came up to meet him. Although his expression was still angry, he still couldn't believe it and said: "Batalion Commander, they... uh, are they going to fight each other?"

"Nonsense! These ignorant mud... guys!" Erte was also in a bad mood and replied angrily after hearing this. However, looking at the face of the other party who had just saved them, they finally took the mud legs back.

"Idiots, do you know how to fight? Who do they think they are...the elites of the Zichen Army?" Ross had no good impression of the Gray Army, so he was naturally rude when he spoke.

"Yes, but they only won a few battles and never suffered any hardships...and do they think they are still fighting against those second-rate reserve soldiers?"

"It's over, it's over. I thought we would be saved this time, but I didn't expect that we would only be saved for a few dozen minutes. Damn..."

"Battal Commander, let's retreat before they start fighting." A soldier with a somewhat clever appearance looked at the steep hillside behind him, where the gray-clothed army had climbed up just now, and lowered his voice, "This is a bit unusual. It's true, but they made a mistake first, so we can't blame them."

"Bullshit!" Erte's eyes were as big as copper bells when he heard this, and he glared at the soldier fiercely, "I would rather die in battle than lose this man! If you dare to say such nonsense next time, look at me. I’ll beat you to death.”

"Yes, yes..." The soldier shrank his head and nodded quickly in response. Seeing this, Ross came to the rescue and asked, "Batalion Commander, what should we do now?"

"What can I do? I..." Just when he was about to get angry again but was forcibly suppressed, Erte's chest rose and fell several times, he took a deep breath and said, "It's useless to say anything now, they might think we are still here." If you are timid, you can only wait until they suffer a loss.”

After pondering for a while, he said to Naros, "In this way, you will take the remaining brothers to guard the ravine later, and I will take a few people to attack with them. If the attack fails later, well, it will definitely fail. I will try again Tell them to retreat and form a defensive formation... Oh, I just hope they don't die too many people by then, otherwise everyone will really die here this time."

After finally hoping for reinforcements, the results turned out to be so unreliable. No wonder Elt sighed in frustration.

"It doesn't matter. They've already died once anyway. The worst they can do is give their lives back to them." Ross was open-minded. After finishing speaking, he looked at the large and small wounds on Elt's body and took a step forward. "Battal Commander, your injuries are too serious. I'd better take a few people to attack with them."

Shaking his head, Elt refused without thinking: "No, don't fight with them again... Well, your level is not high enough and we can't let them underestimate us." Knowing the battalion commander's surname, Ross knew better than to persuade him. It was useless, and then he hesitated and said, "How about, battalion commander, you should go and talk about it again."

Because of his brother, Ross naturally didn't have any good impressions of the Gray Army, and wished that the other party would die in the hands of the barbarians due to carelessness. But now that the lives of more than a hundred companions were involved, he still suppressed his selfishness and persuaded them.

"Okay, I'll talk about it later." Shaking his head, Erte ordered a few lightly injured soldiers and walked towards Frey.

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The barbarians at the foot of the mountain have already formed a formation, which is a simple matrix, lined up to fill the width of the hillside, stacked up layer by layer. This tactic seems really simple, but the terror of the barbarians has never been in tactics. This simple formation can ensure their crazy fighting power to the greatest extent.

Probably because he saw the arrogant attack formation of the spear-breaking camp on the mountainside. Behind all the barbarians, a slightly shorter but equally strong barbarian jumped up and down, waving an iron rod, and he felt very angry. Then all the troops came forward, as if they were going to crush them in one go.

Step, step, step... Finally, when everything was ready, the barbarians made various ferocious expressions and began to climb the hillside step by step.

"We're going up the mountain... Battalion Commander Frey, just listen to my advice. Barbarians should not be attacked head-on... Don't believe me? Let me give you an example..."

"Captain Elt, I have a question about the barbarians."

"Huh? Say it."

"Barbarians, are they human?"

"Uh... Y-should be..."

…

Frey was also prepared, with a calm expression and standing with a gun, as if waiting for something. On the right side of him, standing was Erte, who kept muttering in a low voice with a helpless look on his face. That's right, his persuasion failed again, or it could be said that Frey didn't listen at all. When he saw him coming, he just raised the corners of his mouth, smiled, nodded and said thank you, and then ignored him.

Of course Frey and the others knew about the actions of the soldiers of the Heavy Sword Battalion guarding the ravine behind them, but they didn't pay much attention. They had no intention of counting on these people this time, but came purely to train their own team. On the contrary, I was a little surprised when I saw Elt joining with a few soldiers. Then I understood the other party's intention to save face. I wanted to laugh a little, but I nodded and thanked him.

"Okay, just attack." Spreading his hands, Elt knew that he couldn't dissuade you at this time, and said anxiously, "But I have a suggestion. If, I mean if, it doesn't mean that I don't believe in your fighting power. ...Well, if the attack is blocked and the situation is not good, how about we enter the ravine behind and start a defensive battle in time? Hey, you can give me an explanation..."

"Captain Elt, I have another question."

"Oh... Just ask." Ert stroked his forehead with a slightly annoyed look. Now he was speechless to the soldier named Tang En who was standing next to him! Every time a question came up when he was talking, it would be unreasonable not to answer it. Answer it, the question raised by the other party is so weird that it is impossible to answer it.

He stretched out his arm and pointed, "That, is the poor man hiding behind the barbarians and jumping around constantly. Is he the leader of this group of barbarians?"

"Uh, poor guy?" Forget it, I finally asked a reliable question... Secretly relieved, Ert nodded and said: "It should be him right. From this morning to now, all the barbarians have participated. There have been attacks, but he has not."

"Oh, thank you."

At this moment, Frey on the side suddenly raised his spear: "Get up!"

Wow... As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers from the spear-breaking camp all took half a step forward, raised their spears, and bowed slightly like a bow, looking like they would charge out at any moment.

Damn it, come on, let’s fight again! Elt quickly cleared away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, gripped the heavy sword tightly, and was ready to be the first to rush out when the order was given. Disapproval of attacks is a tactical disagreement. The other party will know who is right and who is wrong later! What he has to do now is to prove that he is not a coward and earn some face for Bran's heavy sword camp.

Elt, who was full of tragic heroism of sacrificing his life for charity, could not rush out immediately, because the man named Frey suddenly turned his head at this critical moment, reached out and patted the shoulder of the young man holding the bow on the left side.

The young man raised his lips slightly, nodded easily, casually placed an arrow on the black long bow, raised it instantly, took aim without a moment's pause, loosened the string, and whoosh...

The arrow streaked across the empty space in the middle of the hillside like a shooting star, quickly passing through the heads of the barbarians who could not react in time, and hit the middle of the eyebrow of a short barbarian who had jumped up from behind but had not yet landed... Bang! The blood flower bloomed and penetrated straight in. The momentum of the arrow did not decrease, and it took the short body into the air and flew back, until it reached the foot of the mountain...

The battlefield fell silent, and then the spear was raised, "Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill..." (To be continued.)