On Nile Peak, thousands of demons are galloping.
This statement is somewhat exaggerated. After all, if there are really so many monsters, the soldiers of the Demon-Slaying Army will not be able to sneak in quietly even if they have the combat uniforms developed by Lingqiao.
As the vanguard group, the 101st Regiment, under the leadership of its leader Zhou Ziyi, has been engaged in a fierce battle with the demon clan.
When they noticed that the number of monsters fighting with them was not that large, they did not feel relieved, but instead felt angry.
"Kill these evildoers! You bastards! Just a few demon clans are not enough to fill my teeth! Who are you looking down on?!" Zhou Ziyi led a small team, like a sharp blade, and began to tear apart the demon clan's array.
Holding a spear, Wu Ning transformed into a god of war and wore silver armor. He resisted the impact of two C-level monsters, but he did not lose at all.
Originally, Wu Ning was an outstanding student of the Martial Arts Academy. Even Gu Yuan, Kong Baihe and others recognized his strength.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Wu Ning, who came to the Demon Slayer Army, seemed to have started the second stage of his life. He struggled on the edge of life and death several times, but survived time and time again.
Wu Ning has accumulated a wealth of combat experience and his marksmanship has become more powerful. Once he enters combat mode, he will transform into a killing god.
"What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger." This is what Wu Ning is saying now.
The spear swept across and forced one of the C-level monsters back, while the other soul monster quickly seized the opportunity and wanted to take advantage of Wu Ning's vitals.
Unexpectedly, as soon as it launched a charge, Wu Ning paused and quickly fired a carbine. A cold light bloomed, and the spear instantly penetrated the opponent's chest.
There was no expression on Wu Ning's face. He drew out his spear and continued his killing without even looking at the opponent.
Another soul demon was frightened to death.
Wu Ning has not been a member of the Demon-Slaying Army for a long time, but even in such a short period of time, few people in the Demon-Slaying Army know Wu Ning's name.
Even some arrogant veterans will give a thumbs up when mentioning Wu Ning and say two words: Hey, old man, have you heard? There is a ruthless character among this batch of new recruits!
Looking at the lifeless monsters around him, Wu Ning clenched his spear and his chest finally stretched.
He turned his face and glanced behind him. The soldiers of the 101st Regiment were fighting bloody battles with murderous intent.
Even though the momentum was at its peak, people still kept falling.
Along the way, Wu Ning saw many people, got to know many people, became brothers with the veterans, and helped each other with the new recruits. However, at the end of every battle, he would find that some familiar faces were missing.
At first, Wu Ning couldn't accept such a rhythm, but gradually, he got used to it. In Northern Xinjiang, in the Demon Slayer Army, regret has always been the main theme, so he learned to cherish everyone and treat every meeting as his last. . If your comrades are dead, then you should kill a few more and help them get their share back.
"Wu Ning, remember, crying and complaining about colds are things only women can do! Real men, just live with our thoughts and kill those sons of bitches!" This is a The last words left by the old soldier holding Wu Ning's hand before he died.
Wu Ning wiped the blood from his face and pierced the two monsters together with his spear.
"This extra one... I'll kill it for you." He murmured.
At this moment, a loud shouting of death came from the distance.
The sky changed color again, and the white light was obscured by a dark blue light. Wu Ning was determined, knowing that this was the second wave of the main attack.
"Kill up there! Don't look back!" Zhou Ziyi's voice came from not far away, "Kill through here!"
"good!"
Although their mission was only to attract the attention of the demon tribe, the reaction of the demon tribe was somewhat disappointing. Such a line of defense was simply not enough to intercept them. The 101st regiment had always been the elite of the demon-slaying army.
Such a sparse defense line is the response of the demon clan to them, and in the eyes of the people of the 101st regiment, this is humiliation. They are bound to make the demon clan pay a heavy price for their rashness!
"Rush up to three hundred meters and send the signal!" Zhou Ziyi gave the order.
According to the plan, if they can rush to a height of 300 meters, it means that they have already killed half of this road, and they need to let the wisdom camp get the information!
Wu Ning took the lead, leading a team of twenty people to attack from the side.
The armor on his body is not stained by blood and is as bright as silver.
…
Command the battalion.
Ling Qiao looked solemn and sent signals step by step.
The flags were shining brightly in the darkness. This was the plan that Li Siming had arranged before leaving. For the time being, they had not received the information from the front, so there was no need to improvise.
At this moment, a rainbow of light shot straight into the sky in the distance.
When the light bloomed, Ling Qiao felt calm.
"As expected... the demon clan still doesn't take the 101st regiment seriously. The main force is in Evil Wind Ridge." Ling Qiao sneered.
"We have eight thousand people stationed in Evil Wind Ridge. They must be more willing to focus on defense. Moreover, once we capture Evil Wind Ridge, Nile Peak will be within our grasp!" said a middle-aged man.
Ling Qiao nodded. He pondered for a moment, looked at the sand table again, then quickly walked to it, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the sand table. In an instant, another flag was lit up, and the red light shot straight into the sky.
Seeing this signal, everyone else's expressions changed.
"Mr. Ling, according to the plan, the 232nd Regiment should be assisting Evil Wind Ridge at this time and strive to break through it as soon as possible."
Ling Qiao looked at him and nodded: "I know."
"That……"
"In less than half an hour, the 101st Regiment will be able to defeat them. Since we don't want to capture Evil Wind Ridge, we will capture the 101st Regiment's route first." Ling Qiao said sternly.
"Then we should also wait for their signal first. Only when they reach three hundred meters can we..."
"Then it's too late." Ling Qiao said seriously, "It's too late. The signal from Evil Wind Ridge came twenty minutes earlier. Do you know what this means? In our previous hunch, the demon clan in Evil Wind Ridge should be The more they gather, the more they gather, but now they have sent a signal. This shows that the number of demons in Evil Wind Ridge is greater than we thought, which also increases the difficulty of conquering. If we are still waiting for the signal from the 101st Regiment, wait Reinforcements from the 101st Regiment have arrived, and the way to kill them may have been blocked."
Ling Qiao's words made sense, but the people present still felt that this was a risky move.
"Soldiers are very fast. Others can hesitate, but we cannot hesitate. Moreover, I believe in my comrades. Zhou Ziyi is an old soldier. He knows what to do at this time." Ling Qiao said.
"yes!"
Now that Li Siming is away, the command is in Ling Qiao's hands. Naturally, Ling Qiao says what he says. This is a wisdom camp, not a conference room. Even if they have some complaints about Ling Qiao's actions and think it is risky, at this juncture, superior……
Command the camp, no second voice is allowed!
This is the military order of the Demon-Slaying Army!
When the 101st regiment saw the signal, Zhou Ziyi was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.
He raised his head and looked at the demon clan entrenched above him, with murderous intent on his face.
"Did you see it? This is the commander-in-chief's trust in us! We will become the main force, and the road we fight through will be bridged! There will be a steady stream of brothers rushing to the Nile Peak from us! Before reinforcements arrive, take down three hundred meters, no problem!"
"no problem!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The soldiers of the 101st Regiment were under tremendous pressure, but their eyes were red with excitement as if they had been given blood.
The command battalion made such a choice, which fully demonstrates its trust in them.
And in the face of comrades who trust them, how can they let each other down?
The 101st Regiment is invincible and invincible!
This night is destined to be remembered by history, and they will become the creators of history!
Some people died, but not completely...
