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Chapter 23 Hundred Miles of Blood Road (2)

Zhou Mo looked at the remaining five veterans with a half-smile. They leaned on the epee with both hands, and their bodies were kept black and iron. In his perceived world, the five veterans were like five rabbits, who could be killed with a wave of their hands.

The veteran leader looked at Zhou Mo with a smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as iron, and then he stopped in his tracks, and beads of sweat burst out of his forehead out of thin air.

A few breaths ago, they thought they were hounds besieging lone wolves, but after a few breaths, they became sheep provoking lions.

"Zhou Mo, no, Lord Zhou, since you have advanced to the Black Iron Life, you are no longer a character that ordinary soldiers like us can deal with. Seeing that we have also drank a cup of hero tears from you, can you allow us brothers to fight against you?" leave?"

Zhou Mo laughed more and more playfully, turned his hands on the epee hilt, Zhou Mo said softly:
"Let you go, let you tell your chief the news of my advanced black iron life, and then attract the army to deal with me?"

Before the words were finished, the veteran leader keenly noticed that Zhou Mo's murderous aura had skyrocketed.

"Break up..."

Before the last word "run" could be uttered, an epee with a pitch-black body and a faint red-gold color on it from a close look rushed towards his eyes.

With a sound of "Pfft!", the veteran leader could no longer say the word "run".

The headless corpse fell on the grass, and the blood flowed, providing nutrients for the grassland.

We walked together on the battlefield of life and death several times, relying on each other's lives, entrusting their wives and children to each other so many times, but in the blink of an eye, the old brother and the old team leader died in front of our eyes.

The eyes of the remaining four veterans turned red instantly, completely ignoring the huge gap in strength, four roars sounded in unison:
"Fight to the death!"

Zhou Mo secretly praised in his heart that the Otto Empire was so powerful that it was not in vain. With such soldiers, the empire was naturally as stable as a mountain.

But appreciation is appreciation, in front of him is a desperate situation, Zhou Mo will not show mercy in the slightest.

The two-handed epee swung in a fan shape from left to right.

The tactics of breaking the army and sweeping away thousands of troops.

When Lamas Otto practiced this style, he first swept ten thigh-thin iron and wooden stakes with his sharp sword, and it was considered a small success if all the swords were broken.

Then he used the epee to sweep ten thigh-thick black iron metal stakes, swung the sword out, cut the iron into four fingers, and kept the epee from his hand, which was considered a great achievement.

Finally, use the wooden sword to sweep the black iron metal pile, swing out the sword, sweep away the metal pile, the wooden sword is not damaged, it is considered complete.

Now Zhou Mo is holding the Pojun epee and using this style to sweep thousands of troops, the sword is silent, the sword shadow is heavy, and he swings an iron wall in front of him.

There was a rumbling sound barrier, and four broken swords and eight corpses appeared on the ground.

With the epee standing in front of his chest, Zhou Mo gave a nondescript battlefield salute to the fifteen corpses on the ground.

Swallowing and howling, Zhou Mo also forgot which wilderness hunter he got it from, the howling sound that summoned the wolves to eat.

Within an hour, these corpses will be changed beyond recognition by the wolves, and all information left on the corpses will disappear.

To carry the epee back on the back again, the journey of hundreds of miles has only just begun.

Striding forward, with a murderous aura, Zhou Mo didn't mean to hide, but only had the arrogance to kill a bloody path.

In the past few days, he was first taken away by Lamas Otto, and after a few days of slave-like suffocation, he was interrogated by people from the Military Intelligence Bureau, and finally he was forced out by a few veterans with a draft Xiyang Town, the first place he visited after coming to this world, can also be said to be Zhou Mo's hometown in this world. After all, he appeared here and had a happy life here.

There was always a fire in Zhou Mo's chest, a fire that would burn himself up if he didn't vent it out.

On the Baili Wasteland Road, Zhou Mo wants to walk through the blood, spit out anger, straighten his back, and never look back.

The twenty-mile journey passed by in the blink of an eye under Zhou Mo's striding meteors, but nothing happened. This made Zhou Mo a little puzzled, until the sound of orderly footsteps was heard from afar.

Zhou Mo stopped in his tracks, and a square formation of soldiers in front of him was neatly dressed in imperial-style leather armor.

The fifteen headless corpses were all provoked by the two spears, as if worshiping them as military flags, and even the four corpses that Zhou Mo waved into two should be stitched neatly.

Zhou Mo glanced at the uniform black iron-colored helmets on the heads of the soldiers in the phalanx, couldn't help laughing, and asked loudly:
"The phalanx of 300 people is all composed of veterans who are quasi-black iron peaks. This is the most luxurious squadron in the empire. If you want to be your squadron leader, you must at least be a mithril-rank life!"

There was no sound in the army formation, only the cold and murderous aura overflowed, and three hundred pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Zhou Mo, silently growling at Zhou Mo:

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Zhou Mo stomped his feet and sighed:
"Unfortunately, there are no mounts."

Riding on thousands of troops, picking up joint camps with guns, is not an adjective in this world, but one after another high-level beings use their own mighty power to change the situation of war after battle, forming a bloody landscape.

Zhou Mo doesn't have a mount, but he has the pride to charge forward with a sword.

A man walked out of the army formation, his helmet was pitch black, only the top part was still white.

"You killed fifteen soldiers, all of whom were elite veterans who had just retreated from the Dahe battlefield. Go to Sunset Town to find five of you. There are more than [-] beheadings on people, and [-] meritorious deeds."

"The ten who stopped you were the only ten left to move after one hundred soldiers of the Lion Tooth Squad from the Dahe Battlefield retreated from the battlefield. The name of the guard "Lion's Tooth" was given to them. You exterminated the Lion's Tooth team twenty miles ago."

"The three hundred soldiers in front of you have never been to the Dahe battlefield. They are all frontier soldiers stationed on the border of the wilderness. They are strangers to those 15 people."

"The matter between military meritorious nobles and old-fashioned nobles is not about our frontier army, and our frontier army is unwilling to intervene in it, and the frontier army doesn't care which side you are on or who you say is beneficial to whom."

"We came today to avenge those fifteen heroes in the army!"

The voice is low, but the content is like a steel imprint, and there is a sonorous sound when it hits the air.

The speaker finished speaking and retreated into the army formation.

Zhou Mo lowered his head, as if he was thinking or mourning.

"Although I don't understand what you said, I can guess that for such a big event, the people sent here are naturally the elite of a hundred battles."

"You think I killed the hero in the army, you are not angry, you want revenge, I have nothing to say."

"But I still want to make an excuse. I didn't offend anyone, and I didn't insult anyone. Instead, it was the one who was bullied. They wanted to kill me, so I killed them."

"No grievances, no interests, no emotions, just seeking to survive."

"It's the same now. I heard what you said, and I also felt the hatred and anger of 300 of you, but I still say that, if you want to kill me, I will kill you."

Zhou Mo's words were low at first, and then loud and clear. When the words fell, the epee was already in hand.

One person against three hundred, black iron against three hundred quasi-black iron, Zhou Mo held his epee, and charged forward step by step, faster and faster.

Breaking the army's tactics, gaining momentum and charging.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded in unison on the barren grassland. With a bang, the spears in front of the army formation were raised in three levels: the lower, the lower, and the upper. The tip of the spear was like a cold star, and the cold star was like snow.

A steel wall made of spear points appeared in front of Zhou Mo's eyes. Behind the wall, the piercing sound of knives could be vaguely heard, and the sound of swords was like a dragon.

There were still ten steps away from the gun wall of the army formation, but Zhou Mo took the last step.

The body of black iron appeared, one knee bent, Zhou Mo jumped up high, this jump was ten meters high.

The tactics of breaking the army, the advanced style of charging on the spot, and the meteor falling.

The black iron-colored meteor seems to have really fallen through the sky, and the thin layer of red gold outside it is so dazzling.

Three hundred quasi-heitie's intuition flashed in front of his eyes, and the meteor had already smashed into the center of the army formation.

At this time, the order of the leader sounded:
"Raise the gun in the center, watch out for the top of your head!"

Already useless, the Pojun epee ignored all obstacles and fell from the sky enveloping Zhou Mo.

"Boom!" Flesh flew up before the dust, and the four soldiers in the center of the army formation were blasted into blood mist by the Pojun epee.

In the blood mist, Zhou Mo stood alone with his sword in it, and no one took a step forward when he looked around.

　Thank you Jinggua567 and Jipin Niu Dagui for their recommendations, newcomers and new books, I am very grateful.

　　


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