Chapter 53 Blood-stained Huaishui

Although it is winter, in the far west of Tiannan County on Qinchuan Road, it is not very cold. The sun is shining, the wind is gentle and the sun is shining, and the light and shadow are on people, which is a little warm.

More than 3,000 mercenaries formed a huge chariot, like an iron barrel, marching aggressively in the direction of Tiannan. The leader is Feng Magic Blade, the head of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps, who is known as one of the three generals in Moxing Town.

"The opponent is in front of us. Everyone speeds up and sweeps the bounty team in front of them, and there are 10 million imperial coins for the brothers to share equally. Eat well, drink spicy food, sleep with women, glory and wealth, what do you think about!"

Finally, he saw the main force of the other party for the first time. Feng Magic Blade was very excited. He rudely reported the high commission this time. Indeed, only money can stimulate these soldiers to speed up. Along the way, the bounty hunters on the opposite side were so cunning that they occasionally appeared and quietly disappeared after bringing the deaths of dozens of people. However, the mercenaries showed strong combat quality. Along the way, they kept up with the goal, and a huge team of 3,000 people were neat and uniform and acted like the wind.

The Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps came out this time, and some of these mercenaries have experienced countless battles. They wrapped the young mercenaries in the innermost layer, like a bucket of explosives, and pushed forward with shocking deterrence.

3,000 mercenaries did not hear Feng Mojian's inspired words at all, but under the huge position, they had to run and gallop regularly.

"The first, second and third cavalry teams hit the tail of the opponent's array at a tapered high speed. After two punctures and forth, the shield soldiers were in front and archers were behind, suppressing the opponent's counterattack. When the opponent's close array, the rest of the soldiers retreated, and the swordsman fought in close combat."

In addition to having master-level skills, Feng Magic Blade has strong tactical literacy. If his brother legends that Feng Qianjian, a mercenary, is a heroic assassin mercenary, then he will be a tactical mercenary. It is said that Wang Haotian, the first general of the Qinchuan Empire, the king of Zhenxi, once invited Feng Magic Blade to serve as a senior position in the army, but was refused by Feng Magic Blade. The reason is very simple. Feng Magic Blade can't stand not having a woman for a day. If you fight on the battlefield, you may travel thousands of miles a day. There are no mercenaries who are so free. If you want to do things, you can solve them.

"It's not good! How long has it been since our scouts came back to report the enemy? Feng Mojian looked at the swarming army and remembered important things.

"It's been about half an hour." The deputy next to him reported.

Feng Magic Blade patted his head and cursed, "The reconnaissance time has passed, and our people will definitely not come back. What a cunning guy. It turns out that they have been hanging us all the way, waiting for us to attack.

The army had to shoot arrows on the string. Feng Magic Blade thought for a while and ordered: "The veteran released the new soldiers and put them behind the shield soldiers and archers. Once the other party returns, the recruits will come forward and block it. The adjutant sighed that these recruits were bound to suffer a cleanse, but the powerful mercenaries could no longer grow under great pressure.

300 cavalry set off a huge storm and saw the bounty hunters on the opposite side. Without hesitation, countless short spears flew out of their hands, stabbing each other's position like a broken meteor.

This is the most useful move in the cavalry battle of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Regiment. This kind of powerful short spear often kills and injure pieces of enemies, punctures behind and consumes the number of people. It's like getting a haircut. You need to thin your hair at first, and then slowly rest.

However, the ideal scene did not appear, and the short spear did not harvest human life as imagined.

"Large Fantasy Array!"

The captain of the cavalry does not believe that a second-level compound illusion will appear in front of him, because it must be composed of a big monk and at least 20 monks.

The large illusion really replicates some kind of reality, which makes it impossible for people to distinguish it at all. Only when they enter the array can they find the authenticity. However, once you enter the array, unless the illusion is broken, all those who enter the array will fall into a maze, full of dreams.

The bounty hunter group used this spell that requires a strong magic to implement to confuse 3,000 mercenaries.

The team of bounty hunters is not at the front at all. Where will they be?

The rear!

A thousand bounty hunters are like wolves and tigers, and none of them can be called recruits, because the worst has killed at least an ordinary monster alone.

The Blood Wolf Mercenary Regiment was set up by a huge illusion array, and the most lethal cavalry regiment was blocked at the front and could not advance or retreat.

However, Min Chan did not expect that his opponent would put the veteran at the end. He originally thought that the other party would put the recruit behind the battle to prevent the collapse. Unexpectedly, Feng Magic Blade was very poisonous and cold-blooded, turning the recruit into a death squad and making the veteran queen.

"There's nothing we can do, just fight! I can't bear the sheep, I can't trap the wolf, and I have to pay if I want to harvest. Min Chan pinched his palm lightly, and a three-level downwind skill bloomed from their hands. The bounty hunters felt a light body and the speed of the impact became faster, and the other party was a little uncomfortable because of the sudden headwind.

"The magic on the opposite side is really powerful!" In a normal battle, even if you encounter a sorcerer, you will not encounter such a pervert. Level 3 spells are like drinking water, and Level 2 spells are like eating. In a short time of combat, Min Chan has released seven or eight large spells above level 3.

Feng Mojian knew that he could not be flattered today: "I didn't expect that the president of the Grand Monk, one of the founders of the Bounty Guild, really existed, and it was so powerful."

However, Feng Magic Blade did not give up fighting back. He made a strange gesture, and a group of master-level mercenaries standing beside him came out one after another, kneeling down under his horse like receiving some kind of ceremony.

"In this case, I can only ask you to help me behead!"

The battle of mercenaries is always a powerful and violent way of fighting. The ability to behead is the standard to test whether a mercenary regiment is strong. The Blood Wolf Mercenary Regiment, known as the three major mercenary regiments in Moxing Town, is not in vain. They have killed countless foreign generals as pioneers in countless battles.

Feng Magic Blade looked at these brothers. They all experienced hundreds of battles and far surpassed ordinary soldiers. They were the souls of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps.

"Blood Wolf! Blood Wolf!"

After more than 30 master-level mercenaries roared, they gently kicked the horse in the abdomen and rushed to the rear with a fierce force.

If you have a bird's eye view of the battlefield, at this time, the horses on the Huai River are flying and powerful, and people collide with each other without any hesitation. They domineeringly wave the weapons in their hands, or cut, chop, or stab, and the flesh and blood are scattered. And a man carrying the wolf flag is rapidly attacking the bounty hunter's position from the rear of the battlefield, which is invincible.

"The other party's death squad is coming, and the target is very clear, it's you!" Peng Tao smiled hooliganly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Min Chan shrugged his shoulders and said, "If the death squad doesn't take the way I set the trap, I'll die."