"Old fox, is this a newcomer from our team?" A strong man dragged his war sabre came over br      ///

"We have heard Old Powell say it's not him, right?" Two big men with shields followed behind.

"Take the saber. The main attacker of the second-level blood hunting mercenary team, the shield is the second-level blood hunting mercenary Katkare, and the two brothers who are responsible for defense. The one behind the arch is the far attacker of our team, the second-level blood hunting mercenary Hunter, and the second-level blood hunting mercenary swordsman Bruneir, and the main attacker of my axe warrior. The only people in our team are usually in the battlefield, usually stand in front of the chaos battle, and I and Bruneir stand in front of him. We have a formation for assault and breaking mercenary Katkare, and we still stand in front of the battle. The hunter stands behind him, the two brothers of the hunter stands behind him, and I stand in the back of the hunter. After you come, stand by the hunter and feel the atmosphere of the battlefield. Follow us and don't panic and don't cause trouble. I

We are not strong enough on the battlefield and we cannot protect ourselves. So you must adapt to it as quickly as possible. If you drag your brothers down, we will give up on you. We will only take you in the second battle. You must show your value on the battlefield. Otherwise, we will choose to kick you out of the team." The old fox said seriously. "To survive on the battlefield, you must protect your weapons and your teammates. They will greatly increase your chances of survival on the battlefield. Any negligence may cause casualties to your teammates. It will directly affect yourself. If you perform poorly, your teammates will vote to decide whether you will stay or not. Once you are driven away by your teammates, no team will accept you, you must fight on the battlefield with 100% mortality rate. Get up early tomorrow to practice and get familiar with each other. Then sleep in the innermost bed."

After saying that, the old fox walked into the team's exclusive tent with Yan (Clark). A strong and dizzy smell of sweat, a little sour and rotten smell of feet and body odor came to the face and the smell of Yan (Clark) almost staggered. Fortunately, his concentration was high enough to heels and the others who entered the tent first nodded to indicate Yan (Clark) to the innermost bed, lying down, and clattered~! Bang!

Everyone looked at Yan (Clark). A military iron bed collapsed so much that it could cause such a result. You can see Yan (Clark) lying on the collapsed iron bed with his spear in his arms as if he was not aware of it. Several people couldn't even see the ups and downs of Yan (Clark)'s chest breathing. They looked at each other and a strange man came to the team this time.

In the eyes of the old fox and the others, the weirdo (Clark) is Clark who sealed his strength. He accepted the system's advice and registered as a blood hunting mercenary in the real world. He bought eight-piece sealing bracelets in the system mall. The effect of wearing it is still ridiculously strong among blood hunting mercenaries. So he bought another set of weight-bearing full-body tight light armor. Looking at the appearance, this set of weight-bearing full-body tight light armor is very similar to the light armor worn by hunters and assassin warriors on the market, but its weight is ten times heavier than the heaviest heavy armor on the market. What's more, it also provides one to twenty times the weight-bearing effect. After sealing most of the strength, Clark really can't wear it when wearing this outfit. He has trained for nearly three months to wear this outfit and has a normal movement strength that is directly limited to the primary division level. Such strength is a very common strength among blood hunting mercenaries. He wants to start practicing his body and strength again.

Clark... Before he lifted the seal, he still called his current identity. Yan (Clark) was fine. Yan (Clark) held a spear to restrain himself from enduring the strong smell of sweat. The smell of body odor and feet made him enter a state of calm. However, people in the tent would snore when they sleep, and they would snore one by one. They had no choice but to seal their sense of smell. In this way, they could finally divide their strength to block the annoying snoring. In the early morning, the plant clock awakened the old fox (Clark) and the others were still sleeping. He walked out gently.

The tent took a deep breath. The air was filled with urine and feces. The smell of urine and feces outside was not as good as that in the tent. Yan (Clark) smiled bitterly and walked to the side of the tent and put the spear horizontally in front of his chest. He slowly squatted up and adjusted his body and breathing until his breathing became slow and long. Yan (Clark) stopped training for a day. Holding a spear in his hands and stabbed it again and again. If a person with good eyesight would definitely find that Yan (Clark) stabbed the spear at the same point every time. There are few people in the world who can do this.

Yan (Clark) was fully focused on practicing all the basic gun skills of the gun for two or three thousand times before stopping. With the sealing strength, he was still very tired after practicing with such heavy light armor. After applying sweat on his head, he saw the old fox and the others standing by and watching for a long time. "Boy, your gun skills are very solid."

"Solid is solid, but physical strength is a bit poor."

"Okay, don't talk about it, go and eat and practice formation." Under the leadership of the old fox, several people went to the cafeteria to have dinner together, eating the most simple and crude food, but the mercenaries were still as happy as eating delicacies. This little bit of inflammation (Clark) is not able to adapt to it for the time being. "Don't think that these foods are hard to swallow, you have to eat them. Only after eating can you have physical training and combat. These foods are likely the energy you persist in on the battlefield or the energy you need to escape. In order to survive, you must eat hard, train hard, and survive hard."

Yan (Clark) nodded the old fox's words were worth savoring. He opened a piece of hard black bread and soaked the soup and put it into his mouth under the veil to chew it carefully. The old fox and the others noticed that Yan (Clark) had always worn a facial towel and had never even taken it off. Moreover, Yan (Clark)'s eating action had an elegant temperament that was extinct among the blood hunting mercenaries group, which made people wonder. Could he be a descendant of a noble who escaped the family? You must know that even the most incompetent noble children can get a small officer in the army. No one would come to the blood hunting mercenary camp to be this cannon fodder that would die at any time. Here, even the strong men of the sect may fall at any time, so that the noble children would not take this risk. But he would probably not believe that he was not a noble.

"Look at the new weak chicken in the old fox team who eats like a girl. No wonder this kind of weirdo comes to the team every time they have such low grades, it's really hard for you to be so old fox." Just as the old fox and the others were confused, someone started shouting next to him. The old fox and the others frowned and were about to have an attack.

At this moment, the laughter of the blood hunting mercenaries was as if they were staring at by natural enemies. The silent mercenaries did not dare to laugh out loud even if they were deflated. They felt very keen to murderous aura. The awesome murderous intent emitted by the novice they laughed at could almost kill them invisibly, especially the look he looked at them. This cruel look was only seen in the thousands of wars that had been killed by the blood hunting mercenaries of more than a thousand five levels. All the mercenaries who were swept by the gaze could not help but sweat.

"Are you laughing at me?" The voice was very light and slow, but it made the mercenaries around him swallowed their saliva and shook their heads desperately because the sound master's murderous intent made him even more. "That's it, don't speak anymore. You should learn to eat without saying anything." Nodded, Yan (Clark) lowered his head and continued to eat the food in front of him. The old fox and the others who were beside him looked at the new teammate beside him in cold sweat and then looked at each other and saw a sense of gratitude in the eyes of his teammates. At the same time, they also saw a sense of gratitude in their teammates' eyes.

I also firmly remember not to speak when eating to avoid annoying the teammate around me. The mercenaries with poor eyes just now were all lowered their heads and ate like good babies, not daring to make any sound. The mercenary canteen was so quiet that these mercenaries felt depressed for the first time in history. They finished their food at an almost record-breaking speed and hurriedly left until they walked out of the canteen. They let out a long sigh and looked at the person who was still eating in the canteen with lingering fear. At the same time, they chose to leave quickly.

The old fox who was afraid of Yan (Clark) waited for Yan (Clark) to finish eating and went to the training ground to practice the formation they needed. Several people agreed that Yan (Clark) was definitely a nobleman. As for why they came to the cannon fodder camp, they didn't know, but they believed that if Yan (Clark) was protected on the battlefield, they would get great rewards in the future, so the few people were very meticulous when teaching experience on the battlefield, and there was no hidden privateness. At this time, the horn of the horn sounded.

"This is the assembly number. If there is any war today, you can only get into formation on the battlefield." The old fox said with some concern and led everyone to the assembly site.

"Is there a fight?" Yan (Clark) asked the hunter beside him with some excitement and fear. His hands holding the spear were covered in sweat and his legs were trembling. He was the undead who once led people to attack the dead valley and slaughtered the undead knights, but that was still very different from the real war with humans. Although he had killed many people, that was different from the war. He did not realize that he was so nervous and afraid before the war began.

"After a while the battle begins, both sides will shoot each other, that is, we are charging closely, we will try our best to protect us. Remember that you can't stop and supervise the team. Those guys are much darker than the enemy and you can't fall down. Once you fall down, you will be trampled to death by the people behind you. No one can save you in the charge of so many people."

"Oh." Yan (Clark) responded in a low voice and followed the few people to the assembly site. The slave soldiers holding simple shields and weapons stood in front of them, and the blood hunting mercenaries stood behind them. The blood hunting mercenaries were the regular army's sword and shield soldiers cooperated with the defense line formed by the spearmen. Their purpose was to defend against the enemy and serve as a supervising team to force the cannon fodders to continue moving forward.

Tens of thousands of people stood on both sides of the battlefield, except for the occasional neighing of war horses, there was only the sound of flags in the wind. The strong aura of silence and killing oppressed everyone's uncontrollable body, Yan (Clark) standing in the team, trembling with his uncontrollable body.

"Take a deep breath, and the first time I went to the battlefield, I took a deep breath and focused energy. Everyone came from novice. Remember, don't stop and don't fall and follow us. Don't drag your legs to attack the enemy."

Yan (Clark) nodded, but in fact his mind was blank and his whole body was still trembling. At first glance, he knew it was his first time to go to the battlefield, but what was going on with his eyes that looked like a slaughter? The old fox and the others were even more confused. But no one noticed that even though they were nervous, Yan (Clark) was still so steady. The reaction of his body was completely opposite to the gun he held in both hands. This was completely unreasonable, but everyone was concentrating and no one noticed it.

Woo~~~ Woo! "This is the charge horn to follow!" At the same time as the horn sounded, a rain of arrows covering the sky appeared above his head. The hunter pulled a little stiff Yan (Clark) and followed the people who started charging. His mind was blank. Yan (Clark) mechanically followed the hunter's stiff movements. After all, he was slower and a sharp arrow shot through his left arm exposed outside the shield. His injury made the old fox and the others shocked him. If Yan (Clark) dared to charge, it would be a question whether Yan (Clark) could persist. Kare pulled Yan (Clark) in time to avoid him being hit by a few more arrows. The hearts were also filled with trouble. How could such a bad behavior survive on the battlefield?

No one expected that the severe pain after being shot, Yan (Clark) got rid of the fear and tension of going to the battlefield for the first time, and his spirit was concentrated like never before. Although his movements were still a little stiff, he had at least kept up with the speed of the team's charge. The old fox and the others were able to put down their snacks a little.

The cannon fodders on both sides rushed together in the enemy's rain of arrows, the sound of shields hitting, the sound of weapons entering the body, screams, and the sound of killings filled the entire battlefield. People in the battlefield are so small that even sect-level warriors cannot be spared from this kind of impact. Without pity, no human nature, people have degenerated into wild beasts. Any means to seize the enemy's life will be displayed in battle. Only the belief of survival supports everyone. A large number of cannon fodder fell down and the air was filled with blood.

Yan (Clark) fantasized countless times what the battlefield looked like. When he really stood in the battlefield, he found that the real battlefield was millions of times more cruel than his fantasy and simulated battlefield. Is this really what he wanted? At this moment, Yan (Clark)'s inner belief was shaken and confused. The battlefield was a meat grinder of life and the old fox and the other side of the cannon fodder they rushed forward while stepping on the muddy land soaked by blood donation and the corpses of cannon fodder on both sides of the enemy and us.

"Don't be distracted and you'll be in contact with the enemy soon!" the hunter reminded.

Yan (Clark) looked up and saw a ferocious face on the opposite side. These people had no powerful skills or martial arts. They were just slave soldiers who picked up weapons. But at this moment they exuded crazy murderous intent, like Shura, fighting and wielding war horses to cut over and pushing others back, but these people were quickly pushed by the people behind. When the war horse slashed back, several enemy slave soldiers rushed over and shot one enemy in time. The old fox and Bruneire stepped forward to kill the other two enemies. The sabre happened to launch an attack when the two retreated and chopped over the two again. This was the tacit understanding that the three of them had worked together on the battlefield. They cut over six or seven enemies just after they contacted them, but more enemies rushed over.

No one expected that the gap that the enemy had broken out was right in front of the seventh team. In order to expand the gap, a large number of slave soldiers, peasants, blood hunting mercenaries were sent over to the seventh team and the two teams around him. The pressure increased greatly. The old fox fought in chaos, Bruneire Carter and others were injured, but they still fought to the death. The blood from the wounds on their bodies deeply hurt Yan (Clark)'s eyes.

Yan (Clark) took down the mask of the face and exposed the hideous evil mask under the face. Survive with his teammates on the battlefield before considering other things! Put down the doubts and put down the confused Yan (Clark) only showed his original fangs at this time, and the spear turned into several gun shadows to stick to the old fox. Fighting wildly, Bruneire and Carterkare's bodies stabbed over the wrists, shields, and legs of the enemy. The old fox and the others only felt that the cold wind blew past the enemy opposite, or the weapon was removed from their hands or the body lost balance, revealing a fatal flaw. For those who had been born and died many times on the battlefield, of course they knew what to do and killed the enemy in an instant. Since then, the cold wind blew up behind them as if they were divinely helping to kill the enemy. Although they killed many enemies, they could not kill them on the battlefield.

The old fox and the others secretly took the time to look back and were startled. The red eyes of Yan (Clark) wearing the mask of the evil demon, the spear in his hand was like a phantom, and the hunter became the most leisurely one. The three old foxes looked at each other and had a sense of glory of picking up treasures. Generally, a newcomer had to go through at least four or five battles to play a role, but the mortality rate of the novice during this period was as high as 70%. Unexpectedly, Yan (Clark) had a complete novice performance just now, but now he was like a fierce demon, he was born for war. With his current performance, these three main attackers were a bit redundant.

At this moment, a vibration came from under his feet immediately letting them, experienced veterans, know what happened. "The enemy cavalry is coming, go away!"

"Old fox let me take the lead, let's stop them!"

"You are crazy! That's what cavalry can do except heavy armored infantry and dragon spearmen to stop the cavalry's charge!"

"I can!" Yan (Clark) replied firmly.

"..." The old fox looked at the other people.

"We can only fight for someone who makes us unlucky to appear in front of the gap opened by the enemy. If we do not flee, even if we survive, we will be deducted by those guys. It's better to fight for a match (Clark). We will give up our lives to you and do it yourself!" After saying that, the chaos battle automatically gave up the front position of the formation.

The chaos war said so, and the other people naturally changed their formations with Flame (Clark) as the attack pioneer. Others repositioned.
Chapter completed!