If the map is correct and the direction they are walking in the right direction, then their infantry detachment should not be far from the main camp of the Houjin Army now.

Just when Xiaohu was so sure, something suddenly happened, and the enemy he couldn't wait for for a long time actually appeared.

A few feathered arrows with a "whoosh..." The sound of breaking the sky flashed from the flank of the infantry detachment where Xiaohu was, and the cold feather arrows that flickered even in the fog pierced through the haze with an unstoppable momentum.

Unfortunately, in such bad weather, it is a waste of ammunition to shoot at the enemy from a place where people can't even see it. After the sound, all the feathered arrows were stuck in the clearing.

Even if it is the closest feather arrow, there is still a considerable distance from the infantry detachment led by Xiaohu.

Because they couldn't see anything clearly in the fog, even if Xiaohu and many of the well-hearing warriors knew that someone was shooting, they didn't know where the feather arrow squire flew from.

Xiaohu ignored the shot just now, and continued to walk forward with the soldiers, and when he reached the place where the feather arrow landed, Xiaohu grabbed an arrow and looked at it carefully.

It is a feather arrow in the shape of an armor-piercing cone with a long arrowhead, this thing is a big killer in this era, and an arrow at close range can definitely penetrate most of the armor of this era, even if the Chinese army is wearing a bulletproof steel plate, it is enough for those who are hit by the arrow.

Xiaohu casually dropped the arrow on the ground, put the rifle on his back, then opened the holster of the revolver, pulled the hammer to the position to be fired, took the revolver pistol in his hand, and walked at the front of the team with a vigilant attitude.

He was the commander of this infantry detachment, and after the reorganization of the organization, he was the temporary squad leader of the fire squad that was now at the forefront, and he was part of the entire array.

He was at the forefront, which inspired the courage of the soldiers, and also made it easier for him to detect danger in advance and provide enough timely command for this detachment.

Everyone's eyes widened, carefully observing the surrounding environment, the riflemen held rifle butts, all firmly on the shoulder, the hammer has long been in the ready position, now they can fire deadly ammunition at any time.

The spearhead of the firepower squad simply held a revolver in one hand, mounted on a shield, and cautiously pushed forward to provide cover for his comrades behind.

Time passed minute by minute, and Xiaohu's infantry detachment played like this, walking nearly 100 steps or so.

By this time, Xiaohu's ears were already clearly audible, and the previous fighting voices on their flanks were getting quieter and quieter, and they seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the battle.

What the hell is going on with this?

Why is the sound fading away? We're not really going down the wrong path, are we?

However, if you go the wrong way, what happened to the previous warring sounds? There is a battle on the left and right flanks.

Logically, if you go wrong, you can't hear the sound of battle on both flanks, so, didn't go wrong?

However, if there is no mistake, then why is the sound gradually moving away now? It can't be that we crossed the entire battlefield, right?

No, if we really crossed the battlefield, we should have run into the camp of the Houjin army, but now, we haven't touched anything.

Impossible, right? Should.

The more Xiaohu walked, the more empty his heart became.

He really didn't know where his infantry detachment had gone now, and it would be better if the sound of battle was still there. After all, it is better to fight with a large army, and it is more reassuring to have your comrades-in-arms by your side.

But now, there are obviously no other comrades around to cover them, only their infantry detachment.

Xiaohu looked at the soldiers around him and found that the soldiers were all nervous and uneasy.

He was just about to give the order to stop the team when he heard a dark shadow suddenly appear about ten meters in front of him.

The revolver in Xiaohu's hand was subconsciously raised, but his fingers were still on the trigger guard and did not move, because he hadn't thought about it for a while, but whether he wanted to fight.

Because he was very afraid, what if the dark shadow he encountered was a friendly soldier, if he made a mistake and injured his comrades-in-arms, it would not be a good thing.

The man over there was obviously a little stunned, and both sides were stunned for a moment, and in just a short time, a row of figures appeared next to the black shadow.

"Destroy the Tartars!", Xiaohu shouted the order.

The black shadow at the head of the side moved with his right hand, and Xiaohu and Houjin soldiers fought many times. At first glance, it was the action of drawing a flying axe, and he shouted: "It's a tartar, shoot!" ”

The banging gunshots rang out, and the Chinese Army riflemen, who were already over-nervous, shot indiscriminately at the pile of black shadows, and there was a scream over there. Seven or eight black shadows writhed and fell, followed by more black shadows, spinning axes and flying swords broke through the air, and the Huaxia army also screamed miserably.

The revolver in Xiaohu's hand was subconsciously raised, but his fingers were still on the trigger guard and did not move, because he hadn't thought about it for a while, but whether he wanted to fight.

Because he was very afraid, what if the dark shadow he encountered was a friendly soldier, if he made a mistake and injured his comrades-in-arms, it would not be a good thing.

The man over there was obviously a little stunned, and both sides were stunned for a moment, and in just a short time, a row of figures appeared next to the black shadow.

"Destroy the Tartars!", Xiaohu shouted the order.

The black shadow at the head of the side moved with his right hand, and Xiaohu and Houjin soldiers fought many times. At first glance, it was the action of drawing a flying axe, and he shouted: "It's a tartar, shoot!" ”

The banging gunshots rang out, and the Chinese Army riflemen, who were already over-nervous, shot indiscriminately at the pile of black shadows, and there was a scream over there. Seven or eight black shadows writhed and fell, followed by more black shadows, spinning axes and flying swords broke through the air, and the Huaxia army also screamed miserably.

The revolver in Xiaohu's hand was subconsciously raised, but his fingers were still on the trigger guard and did not move, because he hadn't thought about it for a while, but whether he wanted to fight.

Because he was very afraid, what if the dark shadow he encountered was a friendly soldier, if he made a mistake and injured his comrades-in-arms, it would not be a good thing.

The man over there was obviously a little stunned, and both sides were stunned for a moment, and in just a short time, a row of figures appeared next to the black shadow.

"Destroy the Tartars!", Xiaohu shouted the order.