Chapter eight hundred and thirty first: blood boiling
Jiao Fang was running, and he was so tired that he was out of breath, but he still couldn't stop.
For many people, Jiao Fang was the backbone, so he fled wildly, and others followed him, but it didn't take long for their energy to be almost exhausted, but the students of the new army who had just disappeared came out of the darkness again!
They appeared again, both slow and slow, with a bit of calmness in the tortoise and hare racing.
Jiao Fang and others were sadly aware that these people were simply crazy.
Yes, they are definitely crazy, as if no matter how they escape, the other party is busy and chased after them without any speed. But when they run out of breath, they think they can survive, but soon, these people appear again.
So they had to continue to run away, exhausted and almost suffocating.
Jiao Fang, who was almost exhausted, was now holding a strong servant's back. The remaining hundreds of tribesmen, Japanese people and the gang of Folang Ji people saw a glimmer of hope to breathe, and wanted to pause and take a break. In the darkness, the faint light emitted by the armor and steel spear appeared again.
These people... seemed to be tireless machines, without any sense of fatigue. Jiao Fang and others knew that the students of the new army of the country were wearing this thick armor every day. When they got up in the morning, they ran for several kilometers. With the physical exercises they practiced in the morning, perhaps they might not be all masters of swords or masters, but their collaboration ability, their discipline, their physical strength and endurance were absolutely the best in the world. Not to mention just chasing a group of exhausted bandits, even at this moment, let them rush to Tianjin Wei from here without stopping, and they would definitely arrive on time.
A single new army student may be just a few enemies, but ten new army students gather together, and they will be a hundred enemies.
Finally, the dozens of Japanese people following Jiao Fang couldn't stand it. Someone shouted and roared towards a new army group in Zhenguo who was chasing behind the back. Dozens of other Japanese people rushed forward. They frantically burst out with the last bit of physical strength, wanting to kill the five people who chased them with more and less. At least before they die, they could kill several new army students in Zhenguo, which was considered dead.
At this time, as soon as they saw their movements, the people in the group immediately blew the iron whistle hanging around their necks.
The harsh sound immediately cut through the night sky, one long and one short, which was the sound of asking for help. Then, the five people in the group immediately raised their spears and were ready to go. They were like hungry wolves in silence, both sprinting and orderly, and then they stood shoulder to shoulder and began to walk forward slowly, leaning forward slightly, and when the Japanese pirates arrived, they had no need for commands, and they had a tacit understanding. Five steel spears were stabbed out together, and a bloody rain suddenly rose.
Several Japanese people fell down.
The Japanese in the back team still arrived, and the five new troops in the country were still calm and uncowardly, and continued to sprint.
At this time, a Japanese pirate took the opportunity to surround the country and slashed hard on the steel helmet of a new army in the country. With a clang, the gold and iron clashed, sparks flew everywhere. At this time, two nearby groups had already come with spears, forming a situation of surrounding the three sides.
Almost every student of the new army in the country was performing their duties. They did not rush to rescue each other, but quickly dispersed, formed a net, and began to tighten the encirclement. The fighting group still sprinted... sprinted...
More than a dozen Japanese people fell to the ground immediately, and the rest of them were shocked and had to start trying to run away again. At this time, two groups of people who were surrounded by them arrived and stopped the people in a familiar way. The spear was in a bloody storm.
This is definitely a one-sided massacre. These Japanese pirates who are usually extremely fierce, at this moment, faced with this new army's tactics, they simply do not have the slightest power to fight back. It is like a modern army without advanced guns and cannons. But when they return to ancient times, facing a group of so-called elite soldiers, on the battlefield of Afghanistan, the troops sent by the British were not afraid of being close to the KB elements. Because they fought with bayonets, such well-trained military horses could be completed even if they faced several times of the enemy. What they feared was the sudden stray bullets or inexplicable landmines.
Now, facing this kind of new army student who is armed to the teeth, full of physical strength and well-trained, the so-called arrogant Japanese pirates are like a group of lambs, with a short wailing sound and the battle is very fast, because there are no one in three groups of fifteen people, each performing their own responsibilities, where is their combat position, what to do next, and how to cooperate with nearby groups, these are all contents of tactical exercises.
During the night class, Ye Chunqiu and Wang Shouren have explained more than once, and they will draw an hour to practice every day. They have already been familiar with these. Ye Chunqiu even compiled a series of combat manuals for them to dictate and recite. Their lives seem to be linked to themselves with killing. This is their supreme belief. Various combat methods have been integrated into their bones and blood through the most boring practices and classroom explanations. They are the killing machines.
Deal with these people and continue chasing them. Without passion or passion, you just need to complete your tasks step by step.
This battle, like every exercise, is boring and boring, and the blood is far from them.
At this time, Jiao Fang and others finally couldn't run.
They felt that their lungs were about to explode, but the students of the new army in Zhenguo still appeared behind them like shadows.
They would rather surrender than run away, so everyone sat on the ground, gasping heavily, but their eyes were filled with sadness.
The students of the new army in Zhenguo had already stepped forward. They quickly began to encircle, and then went forward one by one, without any mercy. The people on the ground were all prey, and they stepped on the people sitting cross-legged on the ground and inserted their spears fiercely.
Uh...
The commotion began again...
Someone was staggering and wanted to get up, but was kicked to the ground by the new army in the country. He still had the same movement and stabbed him hard without any drag.
Jiao Fang and his son Jiao Zhizhong were already like sieves. They watched the killing around them, and blood splattered on them. Jiao Fang felt fear again. However, this fear made him grow into strange despair. He found that he could not resist at all. All his life experiences and so-called wisdom and strategies were nothing in the face of this absolute force.
Chapter completed!