On the stone forest sandbank, the continuous gray stone pillars form a gray forest.
Wu Tianma spat out the mud in his mouth, his face full of gunpowder smoke became thinner, and the stubble that had not been cleaned for many days was as black and hard as iron wire. He no longer saw the slickness of the old foolishness on his body, but he looked like a hundred battles. Veteran, sharp and tough.
He and his companion who were three feet away looked at each other, and the two sides made gestures, and the group slowly crossed back and disappeared into the shadows.
Back at the camp, Wu Tianma sat down on the ground, picked up the water bottle and poured it into his mouth desperately, the smoky throat finally felt much better.
"How is it going?"
Aya walked to him and sat down. Her eyes fell on Wu Tianma. Wu Tianma was a whole circle thinner than before, but his eyes were abnormally black and shining with a compelling light. Seeing how Wu Tianma transformed little by little with her own eyes, Aya was extremely grateful in her heart, but fortunately, she only had a sudden impulse to pull this guy who roasted pig's trotters here.
The battle plan of the skeleton regiment was completely formulated by Wu Tianma, and it was extremely effective. Wu Tianma's outstanding talent was also unanimously respected by the skeleton group. From Aya's point of view, Wu Tianma definitely has the strength to gain a foothold beside Lord Bing, and he feels a little wronged by the Skeleton Squad. The predecessor of the Skeleton Corps was the Mercenary Corps. Although everyone was very stubborn, they still lacked confidence psychologically. Compared with those regular Corps, they always felt that they were dwarves.
She knew what level the members of the Skeleton Squad were. Without Wu Tianma, they would have suffered a crushing defeat. The respect in her tone came from the heart.
Wu Tianma smiled, there was a deep groove on his thin cheeks, and he had a sharp and menacing taste, but his tone was very gentle: "Everyone performed very well, and there were some casualties, but not too many. The enemy is even worse than us. Adapt to this fighting style. However, Goucheng Wendao hit a nail in Weihai Fortress, so I'm afraid this side will be in a hurry. The next period of time will be the real test. The offensive on the other side will be very violent."
When Wu Tianma thought of the battle reports from the front line, he still found it a bit inconceivable.
Goucheng Wendao, holding twenty-two large siege ships, was actually blocked by Weihai Fortress. He didn't know how to do it. He didn't have much contact with Xie Yu'an, and his impression of Xie Yu'an was honest and cautious, with a gentle temper. He didn't expect this guy to be so powerful. He took it for granted that Mr. He was so powerful, he was a proud son of heaven with clear eyes that could see through others.
In comparison, their record is much bleak, but no matter whether he or Aya, they are all convinced by Xie Yu'an's military exploits.
In fact, their record is quite good, as evidenced by more than one award from the soldiers.
The army led by Gou Cheng, one of Wendao's three generals, was held back by them for fifteen days. The vast stone forest sandbar has become their best battlefield, and the complex terrain makes this a paradise for street fighting. The skeleton group is like a fish in water here, but the opponent is struggling.
Stone Forest Sandbar became an unnoticed meat grinding ground. When Zeke realized it, their casualties had exceeded 3,000. What was even worse was morale. The failure of the Weihai Fortress operation, the elusive enemy, and the increasing casualties every day made morale extremely low.
When the Southern Expedition army was in full swing, no matter how heavy the casualties were, it would not be a fatal blow to morale. However, Gou Cheng Wen Dao personally took action, but was still frustrated, which greatly shaken the fighting will of the soldiers below.
Goucheng Wendao is the God of War of this army. In everyone's mind, as long as Mr. Goucheng Wendao makes a move, it will be invincible. They never thought that Mr. Goucheng Wendao would fail.
The tenacity of SAARC not only made them suffer, but also felt jealous. The opponent is indeed better at street fighting, but the opponent also has casualties, but the opponent has no intention of shrinking back.
The opponent's casualties were about a thousand, and the three-to-one record was enough to make Zeke feel ashamed. But the ratio of the overall strength of the two sides has become even more disparity. Their numbers were large, and the three thousand casualties did not hurt their bones. The opponent's number is only about 5,000, and 1,000 casualties means 20% casualties.
A 20% casualty is enough to lead to the collapse of a corps with a slightly weaker will to fight.
The opponent is still extremely tenacious, which shows that the opponent is a very high-level corps, but Zeke firmly believes that this has not yet reached the critical point.
Zeke's estimate was very accurate. The casualties on the skeleton group's side were indeed about a thousand.
Hearing Wu Tianma's judgment, Aya's expression became ugly.
After all, this corps was taken over from his father, and many members of the corps are like brothers in Aya's heart. Seeing her familiar companions leave one after another, her heart was bleeding. The fighting situation will be more intense, which means that the next casualties will be greater, Aya's hand holding the sword can't help but turn a little white.
Wu Tianma understood Aya's psychology, seeing his teammates leave one by one, he also felt extremely uncomfortable.
He was silent for a moment, and then said: "Dexing's Nanhong Corps and Mosang's Yuanzhou Corps are already behind us, ready to support us at any time. However, I do not recommend that they enter the arena now. The enemy's vital strength has not been consumed. They're not fatigued yet, coming in now, it's impossible to turn the tide of the game."
Aya raised her head abruptly, her eyes were fixed on Wu Tianma, the veins in her palms were exposed while holding the sword hilt, she squeezed out a sentence between her teeth: "Are you going to wipe out all the skeletons?"
Wu Tianma didn't back down, but his tone was extremely cold: "Only in this way can we have the possibility of victory."
Aya was on the verge of falling, her expression was pale, and she asked for a long while, "Can we win like this?"
"I don't know." Wu Tianma murmured, a trace of confusion and pain appeared on his face, but his gaze became as sharp as a knife again, and his tone became cold and firm: "This is the only way I can think of."
Aya was silent, she suddenly thought that she took over the regiment from her father. Then their lives are extremely difficult, there is no meal, they lack weapons and armor, and sometimes they have to pay a few lives for the reward of hundreds of thousands of cloud coins.
Aya calmed down.
Yes, what is there to be dissatisfied with, what should not be? A life that is as humble as dust enjoys the treatment and respect that was once dreamed of. They have never been hungry again, they are one of the best-paid regiments, they are regarded as the direct descendants of the adults, and they have regained their dignity.
It's time to fight for it.
It's time to die for it.
Isn't this the time everyone has been waiting for? Isn't this the oath that everyone has already made
"Anyway, we'll do it."
Aya stood up calmly, picked up the big sword in her hand, the wind blew her long fiery red hair like a blazing flame, almost burning Wu Tianma's eyes.
"I have only one request."
Wu Tianma was dazzled by it and said subconsciously: "What request?"
"Please be sure to win!"
Aya suddenly turned her head and smiled sweetly: "You have won, tell me."
Wu Tianma's vision instantly blurred.
Today's SAARC is extremely prosperous. All continents in the southern region have air routes leading to SAARC, and it is no longer isolated and helpless. The flow of materials and people in the entire Southern Region flocked to SAARC from every corner of the Southern Region.
The newly established SAARC has become the hope of the entire southern region. Only SAARC can stop Guangming Continent from invading southwards. Such an argument has long become the mainstream voice in the market. The traditional aristocratic families and big merchants in the Southern Region have joined forces to continuously support the transportation of various materials to SAARC.
But the most are still those young people who are full of blood and eager to make contributions.
Almost every conscription office in SAARC is overcrowded.
Qiu Yong and Dai Shan came from the distant South Liuzhou. If it weren't for the fact that the route to SAARC is free now, they would not be able to afford such a long journey.
As soon as they got off the boat, the two were startled by the flow of people in front of them.
"God, there are too many people!"
Qiu Yong's eyes were straightened, his head was held in his hands, his face was shocked and dull. Daishan beside him was excited, and the hot scene in front of him made his blood boil. Defending the homeland and making contributions, this is what young people should do!
Daishan said firmly: "We must be selected!"
Qiu Yong was a little uncertain: "So many people..."
Even the best college recruits students, and it is absolutely impossible to see such a hot scene. There are at least tens of thousands of people in front of him. Qiu Yong has seen the recruitment list, and this recruitment office only recruits 200 people.
"Should we change the conscription office?" Qiu Yong hesitated.
Hearing his words, the young man on the side couldn't help saying: "Give up on this! It's the same at other conscription offices, there will definitely be no fewer people than this one!"
Dai Shan patted Qiu Yong on the shoulder and encouraged loudly: "We will definitely be selected! Ah Yong, you must have confidence!"
At this moment, the suddenly noisy sound suddenly disappeared.
The two were taken aback, and they looked towards the stage.
A pale figure in a windbreaker appeared on the stage of the conscription office.
"Thanks... Xie Yu'an!"
Dai Shan stammered, his eyes flashed disbelief, not only him, but also Qiu Yong beside him was stunned.
The whole square suddenly fell silent as if a silence technique had been cast on it.
Xie Yu'an's arrival was beyond everyone's expectations, he really came here on his own initiative.
Xie Yu'an, who felt that the injury was not serious, left the hospital quickly. The end of the war was still far away, and the Swift Corps was almost completely damaged. He planned to replenish the strength of the Swift Corps as soon as possible, and try to return to the battlefield as soon as possible.
He didn't expect that his appearance would detonate the audience.
"Oh my god! That's Xie Yu'an!"
"God of War Xie Yu'an!"
In today's Southern Region, how could there be people who don't know Xie Yu'an? All the people who came to participate in the battle had seen the thrilling six-hour decisive battle. Facing their idols, everyone was completely excited.
The whole scene was so hot that it even became the hottest news that day, spreading throughout the southern region.
Xie Yu'an was also very satisfied. The selected soldiers had excellent strength and quality. It's just that he never expected that his unintentional move would be targeted by an unscrupulous profiteer immediately.
At the command headquarters, the soldier waved his hand: "Aha, Xiao Xie is not in good health yet, it is too much for me to participate in the battle, so let's use my spare energy now."
On that day, Xie Yu'an was appointed as the recruitment ambassador of SAARC, responsible for patrolling the recruitment stations.
The flow of people on various routes to SAARC increased several times that day.