The Nameless of the Common Clans

The real battlefield is obviously much more complicated than the previous Taiping Cult siege.

This time there is no trainer. Chen Mo appeared on the battlefield as a soldier. He is an archer. In terms of safety, Chen Mo feels much safer than the sword and shield soldiers and spearmen who charge at the front.

However, this place is much more harsh than the battlefield he has experienced before. Those who do not advance when hearing the drums and do not retreat when the gongs are sounded will be killed immediately!

Being in it, a suffocating atmosphere of oppression surged. Although it was in a dream, Chen Mo could really feel the suffocating oppression.

"Archer, the target is eighty steps ahead, get ready!"

A thunderous roar sounded in his ears, and Chen Mo felt that half of his head was confused.

Hualala~

Crack~

One by one, the longbows were pulled to the full under the force of the archers, and Chen Mo also hurriedly pulled the longbow in his hand to the full. If this kind of bow was placed outside, he could not pull it, but now, it was adjusted in the dream, and Chen Mo could easily pull it open.

There was no target, only an empty distance of eighty steps ahead. Chen Mo silently estimated in his heart and slightly adjusted the angle of the longbow. What was the point of doing this? Could it hit someone?

A general stood on horseback, his eyes cold and cruel, like a beast ready to attack and hurt people at any time. Chen Mo could not see the situation on the battlefield in front of him, so he could only passively wait for orders.

"Shoot!" The general raised the sword in his hand high, and then chopped it down fiercely.

"Buzz~"

I don't know how many bowstrings sounded at the same time, and the buzzing sound produced was annoying. One by one, cold arrows swept up from the ground. In Chen Mo's shocked eyes, countless arrows intertwined in the air into a dense rain of arrows. At the same time, Chen Mo also saw that the opposite side also rose up and fell towards this side with a scream of death.

"Puff puff puff~"

Cold arrows kept falling into the formation in front. The sword and shield soldiers held the shield. From time to time, someone fell to the ground, but no one ran around. It seemed that the death of their companions around them could not bring them fear.

Chen Mo remembered that when the Taiping Sect attacked the city, the soldiers defending the city on the first day just fired a row of sharp arrows, which caused tens of thousands of people to panic. But now, under the coverage of such a large-scale arrow formation, no one was shaken.

Is there really such an army in the world?

Chen Mo stared at this scene blankly, somewhat unbelievable.

"Archers move forward twenty steps, shoot!" The general sat on the horseback and watched the enemy formation. There were arrow towers around, and people on them were waving flags.

Chen Mo was a little confused. How could such a large battlefield pass the order quickly? But now, he obviously couldn't think too much. The square formation of archers had already started to move forward. He was in it and had to follow the camp.

"Stop!"

After twenty steps, the general shouted again, and then one archer quickly bent his bow and put arrows on it. Chen Mo also pulled the longbow. But the next moment, Chen Mo looked at the dense arrow formation that was overwhelming and falling towards this side. He had forgotten that this was a dream battlefield, and almost instinctively bent his waist to avoid it.

"Bold!"

A voice came from his ear, which was the last sentence Chen Mo heard in this dream. A cold arrow shot through his head and his consciousness disappeared.

...

The surroundings returned to whiteness again. Chen Mo looked around with some lingering fear. Although there was no punishment, the feeling of death in the army was not pleasant.

"The first battlefield simulation failed. The host has ten minutes to rest. After ten minutes, the second battlefield simulation will begin."

The cold voice of the system god came from his ear. What is ten minutes? Chen Mo didn't know. It sounded about the same as the time. At this moment, Chen Mo regretted choosing this battlefield survival skill. The experience of death, even in a dream, is still not very good.

Soon, the second dream battlefield simulation began. Compared with the first time, Chen Mo was much more stable this time, but this time, he was no longer an archer, but a sword and shield player holding a spear.

Standing in his own square formation, the battle formations of both sides soon came into contact. Chen Mo imitated others and kept stabbing out the spear in his hand. Although he had never learned to use a spear, he had some attainments in stick fighting. He thought he could easily master it, but when he really fought, he found that the spear tip of more than two meters long in his hand would tremble constantly. It was difficult to accurately stab the target, and he would stab his comrades if he was not careful.

This was not a perfect experience, battlefield survival skills, but on the real battlefield, it was impossible for you to run around like the battlefield of the Taiping Sect before. Chen Mo now finally understood why Zhang Kai was so disdainful of the Taiping Sect. Such a military formation, I am afraid that a thousand people could easily defeat an army like the Taiping Sect?

The experience of the spearman did not last long. In the melee, he rushed too hard, left the troops, and was killed by the enemies rushing up from all sides.

Survival on the battlefield is obviously not about escaping for your life, but about learning how to cooperate with friendly forces to kill the enemy while ensuring that you don't die. This is the realization that Chen Mo came to after experiencing ten battlefield simulations. However, even if he understood this truth, it was not easy to survive in such a brutal and bloody battlefield, especially for him who had no other abilities except the bow and arrow.

However, after being killed several times by various generals, Chen Mo gradually understood some rules on the battlefield. On the battlefield, you have to obey orders to advance or retreat. There are many kinds of orders, such as drums, trumpets, gongs, and flags issued by flag officers on arrow towers. Of course, flags are for generals to see. The most important thing for soldiers like them is to obey the orders of generals.

A war is not simply a fight between two armies. There are complex commands and a contest between the two armies' commanders. Chen Mo, who is in it, cannot experience all of it, but he has a vague feeling.

In the dream, Chen Mo didn't know how many times he died. He only knew that after surviving a war by chance, when the system god announced the end of this simulation training, Chen Mo felt exhausted.

"Hu~"

On the bed, Chen Mo sat up suddenly, his face was a little pale, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Is the young master okay?" Juan'er was obviously relieved when she saw Chen Mo wake up, and quickly handed him a wet towel to wipe his sweat. When she came in just now, she saw Chen Mo's face was pale and sweaty all over his body. She was really shocked. He ignored her and didn't respond when she called him. If Chen Mo hadn't woken up, she would have wanted to call a doctor.

"Nothing, just dreaming about something." Chen Mo shook his head, his face still a little pale. Anyone who has experienced hundreds of wars in a row and died hundreds of times will never feel good.

"I will help you change your clothes." Juan'er felt that Chen Mo's eyes were a little scary. She didn't dare to look at Chen Mo's eyes, but just lowered her eyebrows and said pleasingly.

Chen Mo wanted to refuse, but he didn't have any strength in his body, so he could only say helplessly: "Thank you."

I almost forgot that today is the Lantern Festival. Happy holidays to everyone and reunion with your family