On the battlefield filled with smoke, the bodies of soldiers from both sides of the enemy and us were covered with wilderness, and the gurgling river of clear water was dyed blood.

The broken black military flag of Xingtu Army sounded violently in the cold wind, and the dragon flag symbolizing the dynasty was thrown on the muddy land.

There is no doubt that Xing Tu's army won a great victory, and 30,000 soldiers of the dynasty were all annihilated on the banks of the Qingshui River, and their generals were all turned into corpses.

Countless Xingtu soldiers holding sharp blades patrolling the corpse, and from time to time, they heard one or two screams, which were the screams of the injured and undead dynasty soldier being finalized.

Although annihilated a corps of the Dynasty army, the Xing Tu soldiers who lacked equipment and weapons suffered heavy casualties.

Lin Chuan leaned against a charred tree trunk. Xingtu warrior Sith was helping him bandage the wound. The blood grooves cut by the sword on Lin Chuan's arm looked particularly terrifying.

In the first battle, no one of Lin Chuan's ten-person team was killed in the battle, but without exception, they were all seriously injured. At this moment, they lay down on the ground on the edge of the battlefield to rest.

Xingtu warrior Jiang Mingyue was wearing combat boots taken off the feet of the dynasty soldiers, wearing black iron armor, dragging several sets of armor, stepping on the muddy ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking towards Lin Chuan.

Jiang Mingyue's cheerful face was covered with blood, but he seemed very happy, "Captain Lin, this is the armor seized by the brothers." Jiang Mingyue pointed to the armor and weapons that were transported over and said with a smile.

Lin Chuan stood up with a smile. Xing Tu's army lacked weapons and equipment. All the armor and weapons of the dynasty soldiers were stripped away by the Xing Tu's soldiers. However, there were too many wolves and few meat. Lin Chuan and the other seven only grabbed four sets of armor, two battle knives, an iron shield and a long bow.

After looking at the weapons and equipment that were not enough, Lin Chuan thought for a moment and recruited several of his men to the front to start distributing the seized things.

Lin Chuan: "Sis, Jiang Mingyue, Xiao Zhan, you will get a set of armor each,"

The three people who heard the order all showed joy on their faces. Having armor means that the chances of survival on the battlefield have increased by a little.

The three people who were named by Lin Chuan were all people with strong combat power, so Lin Chuan gave them the armor first.

Lin Chuan also took a pair of armor and held it in his hand. Although the armor was covered in blood, Lin Chuan was already very happy.

The two swords were distributed to Liu Zichen and Feng Linghan. Liu Zichen finally threw away the sharpened wooden stick, and Feng Linghan also threw away the sword with a gap.

The longbow was left to Ye Fei, who had the best archery skills, and the iron shield was handed over to Charles, who had weak combat power.

After this distribution, everyone was given more or less spoils. In addition to weapons and equipment, they also seized some air-dried meat products, which were the military rations of the Dynasty army. For Xing Tujun, who was short of everything, this was also a good spoil.

After Lin Chuan distributed the weapons and equipment, he ordered: "Everyone hurry up and take a break, pack your own things, and be ready to set off at any time."

Lin Chuan called Liu Zichen aside alone, "Mr. Liu, in the future, our 10-person team, please help manage the seized items. These are the gold coins seized this time. When you go to the village and town to buy some meat for your brothers to improve the food." Then he handed a few gold coins to Liu Zichen.

Liu Zichen was weak and had difficulty holding a sword. Obviously, he was not a person who could fight with a sword. Besides, Liu Zichen was able to read, which was rare, so Lin Chuan handed over the seized gold coins to Liu Zichen for safekeeping.

"Captain Lin, thank you for not abandoning me." Liu Zichen's voice was choked when he saw Lin Chuan, who was much smaller than him.

Weak people like Liu Zichen really don’t have much say in this army that speaks by force. Many troops dislike people who have no combat power and waste food, and are unwilling to ask for them.

On the contrary, Lin Chuan not only did not drive Liu Zichen away, but instead let him take charge of the gold coins. Liu Zichen was very moved.

Lin Chuan smiled and said, "It's all brothers. How could we abandon you? Let's have a good rest. Maybe we will continue to march next."

Liu Zichen nodded, wiped his eyes, put the gold coins into his arms, and sat down.

Although Lin Chuan was young, less than twenty years old, he proved himself through his strength and won the support of the Xingtu soldiers under his command. Therefore, he had no objection to Lin Chuan's distribution.

"Lin ten people are long, thousands of people are long to look for you." A soldier sent a message to Lin Chuan.

A moment later, the simple command post of thousands of people built by the branches.

"Ten people long Lin Chuan report!" Lin Chuan shouted loudly.

Randir, the leader of the thousand-man, waved to Lin Chuan, "Come in."

Randir was not as powerful as other commanders, but was like a noble young man, with some pale face always maintaining a warm smile.

Randil looked at Lin Chuan, who was thin but sharp, nodded with satisfaction. He did not go around the corner and directly cut into the topic and said: "Lin Chuan's ten-man long, and Raka's hundred-man long was sent to the rear due to serious injuries. Now I appoint you to replace him as the 100-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man long-man in the 100-man team."

Lin Chuan obviously did not expect it. After a moment of being stunned, his mind was spinning rapidly, analyzing the pros and cons of this matter.

Randyr saw that Lin Chuan did not respond and looked puzzled on his face, "Lin Chuan is ten long, is there any problem?"

Lin Chuan clenched his fist and punched Randyer with his right hand, saluted Xing Tujun's military salute, and answered confidently: "There is no problem, thousands of people grow up."

Randir nodded with satisfaction, "That's good. You can get familiar with it when you go back. After three hours, we will march south. You can prepare. Go back."

"Yes, a thousand people grew up." Lin Chuan saluted again and turned around and left.

Lin Chuan was caught off guard against the sudden promotion of 100 people. Although he was a soldier in his previous life, he was a real soldier and was not an officer at all. At this moment, he suddenly had nearly 100 people under his command, which made Lin Chuan feel a little uncomfortable.

However, no matter what Lin Chuan thinks, as Jiang Mingyue, who was once an old subordinate, Xisi and others would not miss the opportunity to let Lin Chuan treat him this time.

Jiang Mingyue put her arm on Lin Chuan's shoulder with heartily and said, "Lin Bairen is long, you have to invite us to drink."

"Yes, you have to ask." Charles cheered aside.

Sith lay down on the ground and came to join in the fun at this moment, "It's okay not to invite a drink. When you arrive in the town, you have to invite us to go to the flower cave to be casual and elegant."

Seeing that his brothers became less and less talked about, Lin Chuan had to beg for forgiveness.

The Xing Tu soldier who personally seized the ale and exchanged a bucket of ale in his hand, and finally blocked the playfulness of his own group.

There are not many rules in Xing Tujun now, and no one cares about drinking, but Lin Chuan still asks them to drink less.

While the brothers were drinking, Lin Chuan called the remaining nine ten-person teams of the Hundreds, all of whom were old acquaintances of the Hundreds, and Lin Chuan's combat power was obvious to all, so there was no objection to Lin Chuan's ten-person teams as the Hundreds.
Chapter completed!