Ultimate Assassin System

North, front of battlefield.

"No, really hit?"

"What the hell, playing field battles with the gang of barbarians ..."

"Isn't the heads crowded by the door! What a mess, isn't it clear that we're being killed ..."

"Okay, shut up for me! The chiefs have their own reasons and rules for scheduling, and our command to be soldiers is, where is so much nonsense!"

In the barren mountains and mountains, a small team of five soldiers wearing the armor of the Zichen Corps shuttled quickly and carefully behind the trees and rocks. From time to time, they looked up, looked around, and quickly moved forward.

Needless to say, from this fact, we know that this is an elite scout team.

As the vanguard of the war, scouts are undoubtedly important to each army. In a way, they are the eyes of commanders in the army and the source of confidence in wartime decision-making. If necessary, they will also become a sharp knife, slashing sharply at key points such as enemy logistics supplies.

It is precisely for these reasons that if the average tactical literacy of that arm of the army is the highest, it is undoubtedly these scouts who constantly wander the battlefield and have first-hand intelligence at all times.

Of course, because of this, it is very puzzled that even if the army is suddenly taking violent medicine and sending troops into this unobstructed battlefield, it is intended to fight a wild battle with the barbarians. question.

Well, the horrible individual combat ability of the barbarians, all the rookie recruits who have been on the front line for a few days are clear. What's more, even today, even defending the city does not have the advantage, but now suddenly imaginatively wants to face such opponents in the wild, isn't it to find death?

but. As the captain just reprimanded, they are just soldiers. Obedience to superior orders is a bounden duty. Even if there are many puzzles and many doubts, the command must be executed without hesitation in wartime!

And in fact. Their concerns are indeed necessary ...

Climbing to the top of a mountain range, without waiting to find out the surrounding environment is safe, the team scouts stunned, "Damn ... come!"

Far away from the sight, the end of the flat wilderness was pretty dark, with a square array of figures, and the number of vertical and horizontal figures was unknown. It was slowly depressing with a deterrent power covering the sky.

I can't see the appearance of the banner, but the experienced elite scouts only rely on a pair of naked eyes. Observing its marching temperament, you can instantly determine whether the opponent is an ally or an enemy, and you can't leave it alone.

As for now, it is of course the enemy barbarian army. This is something that can be easily speculated. After all, since the Zichen Army chooses field battles, it is natural that barbarians who are almost housekeepers have no reason to fight.

"The enemy is about twenty miles away from our army. The number is unknown, and the initial estimate is not less than 30,000. Detailed information is subsequently probed into the report ... Monkey, go back and inform the general!" Calm observation and estimation. The squad leader gave a decisive order, and a thin young scout heard a little nod and did not talk nonsense. He simply turned around and rushed along in the direction he was coming from.

"Hey. Did you see that, rookie, this is the ability of the veteran!" Pointing at the captain. A scout happily patted a young companion with a handsome face beside him, with a soft tone. "You have just arrived and you do n’t know much. Follow us and learn."

Nodded, the young scout seemed to be ill-spoken, and there was tension and prudence on the battlefield between the looks.

"Hey, it's like a gourd, you can say a word, or just a word."

"……it is good."

"... Oh! I want you to write a word. Your mother-in-law really wrote a word?"

"Haha ..." Looking at the veteran scout with a depressed expression, the other scout couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." The captain waved his hand, "Go, take a closer look." To get the most accurate information, you must be as close to the target as possible. This is the simplest truth, Of course, the danger is getting closer ...

As soon as the words fell, the vigilant scout who seemed to feel something, suddenly turned his head to look at the bushes not far away, his expression changed suddenly, and he exclaimed, "There is a barbarian, withdraw!"

Bran's army had scouts, and of course the barbarian army. The former is professional, while the latter is simply an excellent hunter. Therefore, if the standards of the two are high or low, it is really hard to say. However, one thing can be confirmed is that once the two meet, the first to retreat is mostly Bran scouts. No way, the barbarian's ability to fight alone is too strong.

"Gully vultures ..." When they were found, a few burly figures, like cheetahs, rushed out from behind the bushes, shouting vague vulgar words, seemingly intimidating to follow.

Alas, the crossbow was broken by pressing the wrist. "Come on!" Originally, he was not an opponent, but now the number is not dominant. The captain decisively shot a small crossbow hidden in his sleeve, turned around, and rushed with several scouts who reacted.

"Roar--" The roar was sore and painful, the distance was so close, the target was too obvious that the barbarian scouts could not escape these crossbows.

However, they often deal with Bran's counterparts, it seems that they knew the other party's tricks, and the big fan blocked the face door, throat, and other key points when they emerged from the bush. This action also saved their lives, and the empty crossbow shot above the two barbarians' arms that ran in front of them, plunging deeply into them, blood and splashing.

This injury naturally cannot kill people. In fact, this can only be said to be brutal to the barbarians, and the combat effectiveness does not decrease. It even stimulated the anger of chasing the barbarians, roaring again and again, and the scarlet eyes were like beasts in the forest.

After chasing and escaping, for a short while, both sides ran for miles. The distance has not been pulled apart, nor has it been shortened. It is still the pitch at the beginning. The captain of the runaway looked back from time to time, his heart was bitter, and he could not help screaming.

Before, the two parties were too close. When they found each other, they were almost in front of them, and they had no time to make a decision to hide.

And although similar to strong body, clumsy and slow, and other characteristics, it is almost a barbarian label. But that's just ordinary barbarians. Of course barbarians who can scout are not slow. in fact. This scout squad should be grateful now, because they have not encountered the professional scout unit of the Hidden Snake Tribe-the dark snake guard that comes and goes. Otherwise, the victory or defeat will start as soon as the two sides meet. It was decided without suspense.

As for now, the situation is not great. Pursuing the barbarians is not slower than them. And don't look at the other party being unable to get closer now. But that's just because time is not up.

Later, when their speed has to slow down, barbarians with far more endurance will follow. By that time, it was time for their entire scout squad to be wiped out ...

Thinking of this, the resolute and decisive team leader gritted his teeth and grasped the short-edged dagger in his hand, slightly slower.

Since you can't escape, you can only throw out the bait and let others find time to hide. Death alone after all. Much better than everyone dying here.

Just as the captain secretly died, Qingxu scout running on the left next to him suddenly turned and stopped, took out a short blade around his waist, and madly killed the barbarian who chased him: "Run--"

"No! Kevin!"

"Come back to rookie—"

Not long after he arrived in the team, his character, often silent rookie Kevin, suddenly made such a crazy move, and the captain suddenly burst into tears. He growled and turned to rescue immediately.

But before he turned to complete, two scouts suddenly rushed to hold him, dragging backwards and running. "What are you doing? Put me down! I order you ..."

"Shut up! Captain, do you want this rookie—Kevin to die!" Just now teasing the scout of the handsome companion, his eyes were reddish, and his expression roared with a higher roar.

The struggling body stiffened. It seemed like all the strength in the body was drawn instantly, and the captain was unable to lie down on his shoulders. All are battlefield veterans. Naturally know what decision is the best choice for the moment. It was just that he did not expect to make this decision not for his captain, but for a recruit who had just entered the battlefield ...

Disappeared in front of the mountain recess. The captain watched that Kevin was hit by a barbarian iron rod from the front, like a rotten wood, vomiting blood and flying out ... Can't help closing his eyes, his expression was painful,

"Oh!"

...

This scene is undoubtedly very strong, common, and unusual on the battlefield, and it is happening everywhere on the front line.

If there are no accidents, the survivors will be sad when they go back, and then apply for a martyrship for this Kevin and get more pensions. Maybe, just to be more affectionate, these people will find Kevin's family members after retirement. If there are difficulties in the other's home, they will not hesitate to help.

However, if these people do not leave immediately, they will find that the facts are not what they think ...

After the vomiting blood flew out, a bang, this Kevin slammed against a rock surface on his back, smashing through cracks and gravel.

The barbarian who waved the stick didn't bother him anymore, but rather angrily roared and continued to stride forward. They had confidence in their own strength. The skinny Bran people who were hit hard by this blow could not survive. They were just a little angry that this man didn't know how to live or die. He probably let a few other Bran people go.

However, "Do you want to leave now?"

With a faint voice, the few barbarians in the running chuckled together, confused. Not only because of the sudden absurdity of the question, but also because of the extremely authentic barbaric pronunciation.

Turning his head, the bull's eyes were widened.

On the rock, the dying Bran soldier turned up and sat up, lowered his head to arrange the almost completely damaged leather on his chest, pulled it a few times, and took off the whole thing. The whole act is very natural and random, how can there be a slight injury and dying? He clapped his hands, looked up, and groaned with a smile. "I thought it would take at least a few days to change my status ... Well, it seems I'm lucky, I just met you as soon as I arrived."

It is still authentic Manchu language, listen carefully, and with a bit of authentic imperial tone.

"Who are you?" This scene was really weird, and Rao, a simple-minded barbarian, also realized that something was wrong, and asked with vigilance holding an iron rod.

"Don't you see it so clearly?" Qingxiu scouts spread his hands, "Of course I am ... a ghost!"

As soon as the ghost word fell, the handsome scout disappeared on the rock out of thin air. Before waiting for a few barbarians to show a shocked look, a palm came out from behind a barbarian, and he easily lifted his neck.

Kaka-Kaka-Kaka Kaka Kaka-

A horrible sound of crunchy bones that cracked the teeth can be heard one after another. In a short time, except for the barbarian who hit the Qingxiu scout with a stick just now. Several other barbarian scouts fell flat and remained motionless.

These horrible barbarians will be capable of fighting these individual soldiers. After pinching to death like a chick, he didn't feel that he had done anything amazing. Touching his chin, one by one looked at the corpses of the barbarians, and then looked up at the surviving barbarians with staring mouths and blank faces, shook his head and sighed, "Well, it's ugly, no one looks like a human ... How do I choose, tangled ... "

Needless to say. This so-called recruit Kevin is naturally a disguised Don.

The space magician did not lie to him. After exhausting three horses, Tang En finally rushed to the front battle zone in a day and a night.

Of course, coming here is just a prelude to the assassination of the mysterious barbarian commander. Leaving aside where the other party is now, but how to get through this tightly controlled Bran War Zone is the first practical issue facing us.

Be aware that with the start of the war, all areas close to the front theater are military-controlled areas. Ordinary people, let alone enter, the people in the cities and towns that originally lived here have now been arranged to retreat backwards by the poor Bran military.

of course. It's not difficult for Don. After applying a few tricks, relying on his superb stealth skills, Tang En smoothly reached the forefront. Then he disguised Fan, taking advantage of the brutal attack. The chaotic Bran Army formation was mixed with the scattered soldiers who had fallen.

The situation is tense, and these scattered defeated soldiers often do not return to their army immediately. Instead of asking the question number, he was included in the new team. With this loophole. Tang En successfully reached the front of the army. Because thinking that this status is only a transition, Tang En reported a scout status that could mix into the battlefield.

Good luck. Tang En thought it would take at least a few days if he really wanted to see the barbarians. But I didn't want to just come here, I caught up with the senior general of the Zichen Army who looked like a collective convulsion, and was immediately sent to the battlefield to inquire about the movement of the barbarian army ...

Then, naturally, they met these barbarians scouting right now.

Tangled, thinking about the few good comrades just now, he will definitely find a way to converge his 'bones', Tang En sighed frankly, raised his feet and kicked these barbaric corpses down the cliff, then squinted and watched The surviving barbarian who stepped back and searched and revealed a self-righteous smile: "Oh, don't be nervous, I have no discrimination against you ... Come on, tell me your name, how many people are in your family? How many acres of land per person? How many cows are there? Talk, talk about ... "

After a while, the surviving barbarian just came out with a huge iron rod. Of course, this is not the original barbarian, but Tang En, who successfully copied the disguise.

If you want to hear the news and successfully approach the mysterious barbarian commander, the barbarian identity is undoubtedly the best fit. Tang En has once disguised a barbarian once, also on this front battlefield, and now again disguising himself is naturally familiar. The difference is that Tang En didn't understand the brutal words at that time, and almost leaked. Now it can be said that there are no flaws.

I took a few steps back and forth at the pace of the barbarians, looking for a feeling, and said to myself, "My name is Sabah ... hey, why is this name so weird ... From the tyrant bear tribe, seventeen years old this year ... Damn, this The development is also very good, do you eat hormones ... there is an old lady at home, there is a lady, ranked fifth, with an older sister, three older brothers, two younger brothers, three younger sisters ... cow! I can't give birth, don't know if you have fewer eugenics and a happy life ... "

While Tang En was intently familiar with all the basic information of this body, he stunned, "Just in front, hurry up ... Don't let go of those **** clutter, I will unscrew their heads myself To avenge Kevin ... "

"Eh?" Tang En turned his head suddenly, and saw a large group of about a hundred Bran soldiers running wickedly. The leader was really his former good comrades-in-arms, the scout squad who had just fled.

"Sure enough! Brothers, mince him—"

"No, aren't there a few more?"

"Wait ... where is Kevin's bones?"

As soon as the two sides met, Tang En scolded his mother, and the hundred Bran soldiers were obviously not scouts. Obviously, it was his comrades-in-arms who occasionally bumped into each other when they returned, and then asked to come over to avenge him. This Nima was hunted down by barbarians just now, but now by Bran soldiers.

Without a word, drag the iron bar and turn to run!

Behind the team captain Zhentian lamented, "Beasts! You do n’t even let the corpses pass, you can eat them ... kill him! Kill him ..."

Lying down! Tang En heard the sound of a sudden, the barbarian's pace just adjusted, almost made a mistake, fell to the ground. I do n’t want people to be okay, okay, Xiao Ye, I ’ve been in Beihuang, why do n’t I know that barbarians still have the habit of eating people ... Rumors kill people!

Even if it was changed to an awkward running posture, it was natural that Down's speed was not what these Bran soldiers could catch up with. It went down to the foot of the mountain, widening the distance between the two sides.

As soon as I looked up ~ www.readwn.com ~ Dang En, who was about to run back to the original army, suddenly hesitated. In the boundless wilderness, the barbarian army and the Zichen army who had just appeared were separated by a distance of about several miles. Just like two wild beasts that have not been pleasing to the eye for a long time, they don't need temptation at all.

Looking back, Tang En pouted, "I won't thank you, old fox."

Don't understand that military strategy is true, but that doesn't mean he is an idiot. The large-scale counterattack strategy of the Zichen Army was obviously abnormal, and it was impossible for General Zichen to see the gap between the strengths of the soldiers on both sides. Therefore, the current situation is only possible because the Zichen Army received an irresistible order from the upper level, so it was such a faint move ...

As a client, Tang En only considered it a bit, and he knew who wrote it—Woodin! As for the purpose of the other party, it is nothing more than trying to make the situation chaotic so that you can feel the fish in the muddy waters ...

Can't bear the blood!

………… (To be continued ...)