There are also hierarchies in the military.

Zhou Yajun is the lowest-level big-headed soldier. Judging from the signs on his clothes, this man thought he was a sergeant.

Zhou Yajun cleaned up his weapons and was silent for a while, "Thank you for reminding me."

The man's originally wrinkled face relaxed and smiled and said, "Okay, they are all people in the tent and our good sisters. It's a good thing to be able to survive. My name is Zhang Mei, let's meet you."

Zhou Yajun reached out to hold her hand, and at this moment, a huge horn sounded from outside the camp. This was the sound of them going to the battlefield to restrain their weapons. Over the years, with the tightening of war, the recycling of weapons has become a huge demand. After all, both sides are like this. The huge war has exhausted far from the population, but also a large amount of resources.

These iron products have always been like this. Fortunately, the two sides have now agreed that they can recycle the weapons of the previous day earlier every day, but they will still fight when they meet, and they will be killed. Therefore, they usually try to avoid the battles on the opposite side. However, war is impermanent, and attacks against these teams still occur from time to time. Generally, both sides are fighting for tooth and eye for eye. In the end, they will fight to the death, but they are still relatively peaceful.

The conscription officer actually had his own efforts to dispatch Zhou Yajun here, but Zhou Yajun was still not very satisfied. Everyone changed their military uniforms and carried bamboo baskets on their backs. Those who were able to carry magic weapons of space magic were set off in a mighty way. When they were in the army, there was basically no sound, and no one was in the mood to discuss or speak.

The troops responsible for converging weapons were as many as 20,000, but Jiepai Pass covers an active and wide area, and it seems like a drop in the ocean when 20,000 people are mixed in. Zhou Yajun is extremely eye-catching when walking in it, mainly with long hair. Even if he has a ponytail, it is a bit special. The rest are all covered in dust, and Zhou Yajun looks like a god-like style.

It seemed as if it was incompatible with this chaotic battlefield, but he himself was unaware of the corpses all over the ground, and wherever he settled, there were corpses. This was also the fundamental reason why cavalry had been abandoned in recent years. There was no way for cavalry. The corpses here were the best defensive belts and impact belts.

Zhang Mei is not far from Zhou Yajun. He said: "The corpses here are basically burned once a day, otherwise a great plague will spread. No one will restrain their ashes. To put it bluntly, if they die, they will be lonely ghosts and have nowhere to collect them. Every year, the court will send Taoists to the water and land Dharma Assembly. You can see the scene of these tens of thousands of souls returning to the underworld.

Too spectacular…”

Zhou Yajun didn't say anything, Zhang Mei was also a real person. After saying a few more words, he suddenly said: "Little girl, if it weren't for making a living, who would come to join the army? Don't think it's fun to join the army..."

Zhou Yajun glanced at Zhang Mei. Zhang Mei was a master in the tribulation period. With this, she could become the sergeant commander. There might not be no chance of promotion in the future. But why do such a person come to the army? It seems that there is something hidden.

Zhou Yajun is not a person who likes to dig in the bottom of the matter, but just continues to work with his head down. The types of weapons on the ground are mixed. Zhou Yajun is responsible for collecting various spears. This long-handled weapon has excellent effect in wars and is easier to be mastered than swords. It is also the first choice for soldiers. Just like this female soldiers, most of the people use spears, which makes Zhou Yajun's sword an alien.

However, after more than two hours of busy work, Zhou Yajun filled all the space magic weapons he distributed. Looking at the huge bamboo baskets behind the others, they were also filled with weapons, it seemed that they had gained a lot.

"Okay, it's almost time," Zhang Mei had a good eye and looked into the distance. "There is a little more time over there and it is the Buddhist residence, called Changming Ancient City. Now it is basically a bunker with only half a wall. In the early years, Changming Ancient City was the bridgehead where Buddhism was placed in the local area, but it was attacked by us. It was just about a tug of war. It was robbed back two months ago. However, the strategic value of this place is not high, and no one was sent to completely take it back."

Zhou Yajun looked into the distance and saw a faint head moving. Everyone had already begun to retreat in an orderly manner. From a distance, he could see his own army coming out of Jiepaiguan and heading in other directions.

Zhou Yajun threw the space magic weapon to Zhang Mei on the side, "I'll go ahead and take a look."

Zhang Mei knew that Zhou Yajun had the authority to act freely, so he wanted to call the young girl, but finally saw Zhou Yajun disappear completely before her eyes, shook her head, and saw the many female soldiers in doubt, "Okay, let's go back first, don't wait for him."

Zhou Yajun knew that the battlefield was extremely cruel, but after all, he was just a newcomer, so he really wanted to see what the situation was. He was very good at it, and he had already approached the Ancient City of Changming. He saw monk soldiers like ants gathered in it, with a number of about 30,000 to 40,000, but it can be seen that there were still several legions here to assist in defense. Once something happened to Changming Ancient City of Changming, more than 100,000 soldiers would immediately rush to help.

Even though Zhou Yajun was knowledgeable, he couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. This was too much.

No wonder the war in this place is so tight. There are more than 100,000 people stationed in a bridgehead alone, not to mention the soldiers everywhere. Zhou Yajun dared not stay for too long. He vaguely felt that there was an extremely powerful existence on the battlefield. If he acted rashly, he would definitely die extremely miserably and had to retreat. However, he retreated a little ten miles and found that he had not known when he had entered the battlefield.

Beating the drums trembled, and countless soldiers were already fighting together.

Why did it start to fight?!

Zhou Yajun did not dare to neglect, so he directly pulled out the sword in his hand and rushed into the battlefield. He was like a tiger coming out of the gate. He was the embodiment of combat power. The sudden battle also gave him the space to choose. His long sword spread across the sky and slashed left and right. Ordinary monk soldiers naturally became dead souls with one sword, but there were also those who could persist for a long time.

Zhou Yajun's generals would have to lose some trouble when he killed him, but Zhou Yajun saw the cruelty of the war. It has to be said that what he could do personally was insignificant on the battlefield, and the soldiers around him were also falling down in large numbers. There was no such thing as the so-called three armies seizing the commander. A powerful person bumped into a powerful person and fought to the death. Then there would be a powerful character coming to you.

If the vitality is not retained, even the true immortal will be dragged to death on the battlefield.
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