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Chapter 24 Hundred Miles of Blood Road (3)

Facing the 300-man army formation, Zhou Mo brazenly rushed into the center of the army formation and beheaded four of them. The surrounding soldiers were captured by his bloody courage, and they dared not step forward for a while.

The blood mist has not yet dissipated, and the leader has already reacted and shouted:

"Scatter, surround."

The army formation was composed of old soldiers, and with just a simple order of two words, the entire army formation began to move like a precision instrument.

The outer spearmen took a step back and expanded the passageway that could accommodate the entry and exit of the swordsmen in the formation.

The innermost sword soldiers, in a group of three, pointed their weapons at Zhou Mo, guarding against Zhou Mo's sudden violent attack, while the rest of the soldiers withdrew as smoothly as mercury pouring down the ground.

The square and neat army formation, within a few breaths, turned into a situation where the enemy was trapped in a small formation inside, spears were used to resist the enemy in the middle, and swords wandered around the outside.

Zhou Mo naturally wouldn't just watch the changes in the army formation, he moved the moment the army formation started to move.

Pojun swung his epee, and the moment the sword came out, his whole body turned into a shooting star and walked away. When the sword fell, it had crossed ten steps and blasted towards a small formation in front of him.

A small formation composed of three people, two of them hold heavy swords, and one holds a long knife.

Zhou Mo slammed his sword, and the three of them turned black and iron. Two epees crossed to meet them, while the soldiers with long swords were waiting for the opportunity, and jumped out.

At the same time, the other four small formations besieging Zhou Mo also moved at the same time, gathering rapidly around Zhou Mo as the center.

The Pojun epee in Zhou Mo's hand had already broken through the sound barrier while waving it. There was no sound when the sword was raised, and only when it fell was a thunderous sound barrier burst.

There were bursts of rolling thunder, which suppressed all the sounds of the clanging of gold and spears.

The two epees in the soldiers' hands were thrown out, but they also successfully slowed down Zhou Mo's sword speed. The jumping soldier holding the saber, at the moment when the three epees intersected, jumped out from behind the two robes, The long knife turned into a thunderbolt and slashed towards Zhou Mo's neck.

Zhou Mo is very clear about his current situation. With the might of the Otto Empire's army, three hundred ordinary soldiers can also surround and kill Heitie. Now the three hundred quasi-Heitie old soldiers can only use the power of thunder and lightning to escape. With the power to break up the army quickly, you can't let yourself be trapped in it for a long time, otherwise, once your physical strength is exhausted, you will die.

So Zhou Mo didn't even look at the long knife that was slashing at his neck, and swept across with the Pojun epee, swiping the two soldiers into four sections in an instant.

At this time, the soldier wielding the long knife was about to burst into tears, and the violent emotional fluctuations made the soldier's eyes glow with a hazy black iron color. If he does not die this time, it is not difficult to ascend to the black iron life if he is well prepared. .

It's a pity that Zhou Mo was ruthless when he slashed the neck with the long knife, and suddenly made a sound of gold and iron. Because of the excessive force, the soldier holding the knife couldn't stand the vibration, and the long knife dropped his hand. At this moment, Zhou Mo swung the sword backhand.

The Pojun epee slashed from the top of the knife-wielding soldier to the ground.

All the soldiers saw the scene where the long knife cut Zhou Mo's neck and sparks burst out, but Zhou Mo's neck was not damaged, and the long knife flew out.

These veterans of the frontier army hesitated. Is there really a chance of winning by besieging a monster that they can't hurt?
Zhou Mo ignored what the veterans thought, killed a group of small formations, and did not take the opportunity to break through, but rushed towards the remaining four small formations.

After seeing the simple and effective operation method of this small formation, Zhou Mo also had his own method.

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

He didn't give the epee soldiers a chance to slow down their sword speed at all, approached directly, smashed the epee across the army, and swept away thousands of troops with one stroke. In a few breaths, eight epees were broken and twelve soldiers were swung to pieces.

Standing surrounded by spears, Zhou Mo laughed loudly:
"It was a joy to kill. No wonder Lamas Otto has always missed the time when he led the army to destroy the city and destroy the country. This fighting field is indeed a man's place."

The aura around Zhou Mo became more and more powerful. As soon as the words fell, the Pojun heavy sword in his hand was thrown violently. In an instant, a cloud of white mist was stirred up in the air, breaking the sound barrier, and directly killing a person who had only time to block with the gun body. The soldiers were blasted into blood mist.

The blood mist filled everyone's sight, and Zhou Mo had already approached the spear position at this moment.

The soldiers on the opposite side shouted to remind the soldiers in Zhou Mo's direction, and in just a split second, three spears stabbed Zhou Mo.

The spear was as powerful as a dragon, and Zhou Mo didn't dare to let the spear really stab him. Being hacked with a knife and being stabbed by a big spear are two different concepts.

Any veteran in the army can stab a palm-thick iron plate with a spear.

Zhou Mo let go of the epee, and his whole body became lighter. He jumped lightly, with no room for hair, pointing his toes to the tip of the gun, and leaping high with his strength.

The arms are stretched out in the air, and a pair of double knives are already in hand.

The scout double-sword technique was originally just a killing technique used by ordinary scouts, but the old soldier who retired from the army was considered a heavenly genius, and he sublimated this knife technique at the level of ordinary life.

Scout double swordsmanship, one killing style, butterfly kiss flower.

Zhou Mo is like a black butterfly with a cold light, dancing in mid-air, found a flower, danced to it, the butterfly wings kissed the flower stamen lightly, and then left without nostalgia.

The long spears stabbing upward one after another became the best point of leverage for Zhou Mo to transform into a black butterfly and dance in the air.

I saw a huge black butterfly dancing in the sky above the army formation, the heads of the soldiers were made into flowers, and the scouts' swords were wings, drawing a graceful trajectory, kissing the blossoming flowers into blood.

The black butterfly flew around the spear position, and the black butterfly wingtips were stained with bright blood red.

Skimming lightly over the last flower, shaking the blood red on the butterfly's wings, the black butterfly landed calmly without stirring up a trace of dust.

Most of the soldiers with guns were still standing. Normally, except for their dull eyes, they were no different from ordinary ones. But if you look down, the narrow and deep knife marks on each person's soul can prove that their lives have passed. Passed away, the flowers were kissed by black butterflies and turned blood red.

The person in command at the outermost edge naturally has unique eyesight. Of course, he can clearly see what the demon who turned into a black butterfly did in the short dozen or so breaths just now.

Nearly 150 spearmen surrounding Zhou Mo were hunted and killed by Zhou Mo, and their death was beautiful and beautiful, with a shocking strangeness.

Outside the army formation, in a bush, a soldier wearing a grass-green cloak jumped up, quickly and silently approached the leader outside the army formation, and whispered in his ear:

"Scout Double Swordsmanship, he used the Scouting Double Swordsmanship!"

The leader took a surprised look at the scout of the army that he had borrowed from the border guard with a lot of favors. When Zhou Mo stepped out of Xiyang Town, the scout followed Zhou Mo all the time. It was also his credit that the corpses of the five veterans could be restrained.

"Scout Double Swordsmanship? Are you sure?" the leader asked suspiciously.

"Absolutely right, and only old scouts, I'm talking about the old scouts who have been promoted from the position of scouts to black iron, can play this move, scouts double swords and triple kills, butterfly kisses flowers, butterflies between flowers, cats and butterflies The scout's tone was fast and anxious, and he didn't look at the leader, but stared at Zhou Mo, who had been dismantled by the general.

"This person must be a retired old scout. Judging by his age, he should have been a little devil scout back then. This kind of person is not to be messed with. Listen to me and let everyone run separately. Maybe someone can return to the border alive." The scout said in a tone. Zhong Du trembled, and he didn't dare to take his eyes off Zhou Mo at all, as if he was afraid that the black butterfly would kiss his head in a trance.

"Run?" The face of the leader turned cold, and his tone became cold.

"Run away, tell the general what you saw, and tell the general, if I fail to kill this Zhou Mo, ask him to avenge me and the three hundred veterans!"

How keen the scout was, he immediately noticed the change in the leader's attitude, smiled wryly, and explained:
"These old scouts who have been promoted to Hei Tie were either snatched by the big nobles to their own territories with real titles, or they were won over by the Military Intelligence Bureau with high-ranking officials and generous salaries. Those who can stay in the army are not considered good players, and the best They were all directly picked up by the palace guards, and I heard that most of the royal family's enshrining group are veteran scouts in the army."

The corners of the leader's eyes twitched. If this was a war, he had come here on orders, and he had ordered to retreat at this time, but this was a war of revenge, and many brothers had already died, so he could no longer turn back.

The scout sighed and said softly:

"These old scouts are on this wasteland. Unless they send out high-level life forms and kill them directly, they may not be able to do anything even if the army rounds them up. That's all I have to say, let's take a step first."

The scout turned around, walked ten steps away, staggered, and disappeared into the knee-high grass.

(End of this chapter)