The soldier is a girl

Chapter 820 629: Tear open the enemy camp
"Linxi City is so big, how many people he can hide, even if he can hide us, there will be no fewer people than them."

"Anyway, I just want to catch Beitangxiao and find him a hundred men to crush him to death." If the discussion just now was a rigorous analysis of the situation, then this sentence is a bit childish, or some young daughters coquettish.

Hearing this, Mo Ling chuckled lightly, and leaned close to Mu Jin's side, while backhanding the hostility attacking behind him with a sword, while lowering his head and lightly leaning into Mu Jin's ear, he said, "Still thinking about what happened just now Well, don’t worry, I will only let my family, A Jin, suppress it alone.”

Mo Ling was laughing, but there was a cold expression between his eyebrows and eyes, but it was not to Mu Jin but to Bei Tangxiao. That sentence, to suppress his wife in front of him, I am really sorry for not impressing him with a longer memory.

Although the scene was a bit inappropriate, Mu Jin's heart trembled a little, so that the look she gave Mo Ling looking back was so coquettish.

The little flirting dissipated the atmosphere, from the killing intent just now to a bit warm and ambiguous.

But it was just a little flirting, the two of them still knew the occasion, and they were not so reckless as to flirt with their lives.

The narrowness of the streets limited the range of activities of the Xiaoying soldiers, so that they could only deal with the Chenying soldiers in the form of wheel battles from the beginning, and they would make up again after they died.

Although this will make the soldiers of Chen Ying very tired, it is better than four or five people swarming up and slaughtering one person at the same time.

Similarly, this limitation was also reflected in the Chenying soldiers when the Chenying soldiers poured in, which prevented the Chenying soldiers from pouring forward in large numbers, just like the gap in the flowing water was blocked by something, still It will flow but it will be much slower.

Bei Tangxiao had already run away, and he didn't know what to do next. The timing of the war was always a race against the clock, so after fighting for a while, Mo Ling and Mu Jin realized this shortcoming, and immediately took measures.

"General, I will lead the wolf lion to tear the hole, and you lead people to follow up, so that you can break through the enemy's line of defense as quickly as possible." Mu Jin wiped the rain from his face and said to Mo Ling.

Just now the task of the Lion of the Wolf was to open the city gate. Now that the city gate is open, they must adjust their combat methods according to the situation.

"I'll lead the people, and you lead people to follow up." Mo Ling didn't veto Mu Jin's words, but he did reverse the order of the two people, "Give me the whistle." He gave Bai Ze the whistle that Mu Jin gave him before, and now I can only let her ask for it.

"No." Mu Jin directly refused, "My tacit understanding with the Wolf Lion is better than yours, and your ability to lead troops is better than mine. We must each be good at what we are good at in order to achieve the best results."

When the words fell, Mu Jin didn't give Mo Ling a chance to argue, and directly reached into the lapel of his clothes, took out the whistle, put it on his lips, and played it. The sound of a bird, not a bird, resounded through the sky again.

At the same time as the whistle sounded, Mu Jin threw away Mo Ling and rushed towards the camp full of Xiao Ying soldiers.

At the same time, there were a hundred or so people in the melee team that had formed a mess behind them, like fleas, rushing in this direction while fighting at their unique speed.

(End of this chapter)