Chapter 902

Everyone will find various reasons for their behavior, but no matter how good the reason is, when the order is conveyed, soldiers from all over the country, like scattered soldiers, were all confused.

After arguing, these officials said it simply. It was not them who died, right? Look at the thousands of "iron men" who were fully armed from head to toe, without a trace of skin exposed, and the coalition forces of various countries, who felt like they were going crazy.

Even the horses were armed to the teeth, and except for a broken knife in his hand, he didn't even have a decent piece of armor. How can he fight with others in this situation? How can he compete? Not to mention five times the number of people, even ten times? Is it okay if I can't beat them at all?

But there was no way, the soldiers had to obey the orders. Despite their uneasiness, the "Alliance Force" of about 5,000 was still selected. Fortunately, the generals of more than a dozen countries were still a little conscientious. They only chose infantry battles but not cavalry battles. This made the group of Western Regions who had the belief of death slightly relieved and picked up the prepared "weapons" and headed to the battlefield.

The so-called "weapons" are nothing more than wooden sticks. After all, they just want to compete and decide on leadership. There is no need to go on stage with real swords and guns. If thousands of people are killed, it will be that the Western Regions Legion will be out of authenticity.

"Are you ready?" As the Western Regions 'Alliance Army's recruitment and reorganization, Yuchi Baolin gradually lost his patience.

It has been an entire hour since these Western Regions local tyrants have not yet been picked out. Could it be that he will have to wait here for them for a year?

"Okay, it's going to be fine soon." The black man was a little nervous, and looked at the strict "Iron Man" behind Yuchi Baolin with a thousand teams of strict "Iron Man" behind him.

After about half an hour, the five thousand people who were temporarily pieced together finally formed an attacking formation on a flat field that was empty. However, because they came from different countries, the military formations of the five thousand people seemed a little messy.

"Brothers, be more energetic. Don't be afraid. Remember not to take the lead when fighting later. Don't beat people to death. This is just a competition, a competition. If something happens because of no seriousness, I will chop off his head."

Before the confrontation, the black man was making the final mobilization, but in order to leave a way out for himself, it sounded a bit unreliable. If Li Chengqian was here, he would probably think of the Empress Dowager of the Braided Dynasty.

On the other hand, the 1,000 "fangs" of the Tang Dynasty, these guys just came down from the horse with expressionless faces, without even commanding people, and lined up in a row, weighing wooden sticks as thick as eggs, and pulling down the iron cover on their heads.

"No, don't be afraid of them!" The soldiers of the Western Regions Alliance whispered and cheered each other, but looking at the thousand "iron men" who were like the killing gods on the opposite side, I felt a little scared. No matter how you look at these guys, it seems that it is still unknown who should show mercy.

"Be ready and start, Gao Zhan, let your people be more gentle and don't cause any casualties." Seeing that the time was almost over, Wang Xuance began to urge him, but at the same time he did not forget to instruct his subordinates to show mercy.

After all, these Western Regions will need to contribute their efforts in the future. If one person dies, it will be fine if two people are killed. If too many people are not allowed to go to Taiwan, it will be bad if the other party is unable to get out of Taiwan. If they go to the battlefield in the future, it will be bad if they don’t work hard to miss the opportunity.

"Don't worry, I've told them that they don't hit the head after a while, and don't kick the crotch, butt, back, and chest at will." Gao Zhan's face was filled with indifferent smile, but his unregulated personality seemed to be the opposite.

"It's almost done, stop talking, watch it carefully." Just as Wang Xuance was planning to say a few more words, the Western Regions "Alliance Force" opposite had already taken the first step, and Yuchi Baolin could only interrupt the two of them's argument.

"What do you think? A group of local bullies, Erlang can beat them all out." Gao Zhan grinned and laughed, not seeing the five thousand people on the other side at all.

Even facing the sixteen guards, one can beat three of the "fangs" and face the Western Regions Tuba Legion. How could you be nervous and lose, not to mention that there is a war madman leading the team.

The facts were indeed exactly the same as Gao Zhan expected. As the Western Regions Turtle Army took the first step, Leng Erlan also rushed up with the Sixth Squadron behind him. The distance of more than a hundred steps passed in an instant, and the troops of both sides collided fiercely, and then... the black man flew out.

"Fuck them to death..." The moment Erlang contacted the other party, he smashed the black man away, and then fell into a state of madness. After shouting at the top of his throat, the huge flagpole crossed his hand and rushed into the crowd of the Western Regions territorial corps as fast as flying.

"Kill..." The guys from the Sixth Squadron of the Fang Fang were afraid that the world would be in chaos. After following Erlang, Aolao shouted and swung the wooden stick in his hand and smashed the heads of the Western Regions people who rushed up to the opposite side.

I went there, didn’t I just want to compete? Didn’t I say it would be enough to stop? After watching the people in the front row were knocked unconscious by a stick, the rustic coalition was a little confused.

But they were confused, but Erlang was also confused. The flagpole of the five-year-old gang was horizontally in his hand and plowed a "ditch" directly in the middle of the Tubi Legion. As for the sticks hit by the side, they could be completely ignored under the defense of the fully covered plate armor.

"Kill..., Tang Dynasty Fangs! I am invincible!" As I was fighting, the smell of blood began to spread around me, with murderous intent.

Since the day after the Tang Dynasty came out, the "fangs" who didn't know what the exercise were, could not control their own thing called battlefield syndrome, and the stick in their hands greeted the deadly places on the "enemy".

Almost in a blink of an eye, nearly half of the Western Regions Turtle Legion had been knocked down, and the rest were trying hard to support them, and their subordinates began to lose weight. Seeing their companions being smashed down, a bloody feeling surged in their chests.

"Don't fight anymore, let's admit defeat, let's admit defeat!" Just as the territorial coalition was about to break out, the black man rushed out from somewhere.

However, it was a bit too late for him to admit defeat. The two groups of people who shot out the real fire were not so easy to stop. The wooden stick flew over, and the sound of "bang bang..., puff..." was endless, and screams were heard one after another.

The powerful defense of the fully covered plate armor was reflected at this moment. Although the fanged warriors were smashed to make a "bang" sound, it did not affect their combat effectiveness.

On the other hand, the rustic coalition forces on the other side are completely different. As long as they are hit with a stick, they will immediately fall down with blood, and the number of people is also decreasing.
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