Time passed, and two days passed.

In the past two days, the Nanban fell into an extremely rare period of calm, and the Great Xia Nanban Expeditionary Army did not organize a large army to go deep into the jungle to capture the barbarian tribes, but arranged the Quartet defense line in full swing, waiting for the desolate people to take the initiative to attack.

However, the killing opportunities in the dense forest are still everywhere, and the elite team led by Wang Jing and others has launched wave after wave of attacks on the desolate tribes in the dense forest, especially after the addition of Zhao Yuxin's Angry Beast Army and Thunder Army reinforcements, its destruction efficiency has skyrocketed.

Weak Wasteland tribes can be uprooted in an instant, while in the case of large tribes, elite squads purposefully destroy their food storage sites and then retreat directly with high mobility.

The elite squad with the guidance of the Scout Guard and the Skyrim Thunder Army has a combat advantage in the jungle over the indigenous wastelands who have dealt with the barbarian forests since birth, and even ambushed and annihilated a large number of high-level wastelanders.

As the commander of the elite army, Wang Jing became more and more mature, and gave full play to his talents, almost using this combat team of about 5,000 people, to play the effect of 50,000 people fighting behind enemy lines, and completely ransacked most of the Nanban jungle, making the front line of the barren people be stirred up like a pot of porridge.

One by one, the barren people who wanted to go out hunting and foraging for food were quietly cut off their heads, and outside the tribe, the jungle that was already full of dangers has completely become the hunting ground of the Grim Reaper, and people are terrified.

On one side is the extreme hunger without food, and on the other side is the secret jungle like the mouth of death, and there is only a simple and wise wasteland, and there is a complete chaos, and every day there is a huge number of civil strife and wasteland people are killed by their own people, but this kind of riot has a tendency to become more and more intense.

For ordinary wastelanders, as long as there is a little food to continue to survive, they are the most cowardly and unresisting sheep, let them rule, but once there is no food to eat, under the deep survival instinct bursts out, the wasteland people with lack of wisdom will completely become crazy beasts.

In the dense forests of the Nanban, after noon, the torrential rain suddenly came.

Surrounded by dense forests, there is a large continuous giant tree, this tree is not tall, but it is extraordinarily thick, each tree has dozens of adults surrounding that size, and this tree also has a significant feature, that is, it grows extremely fast, often a month can be expanded outward again, this tree is also often distributed in the dense forests of Daxialei Prefecture, and is called a big tube by the local people.

Because this giant tree called the big tube grows too fast, so its wood will be much softer than other trees, and ordinary sharp blades can easily break it through a big hole, so the people of Leizhou, once they have to spend the night in the dense forest, they will dig a hole in the inside of the big tube, and burrow into it to rest for a night, which can not only prevent mosquito bites, but also prevent wild beasts from invading, it is simply a natural shelter.

It can be said that this big tube tree is a mascot for the people of Leizhou.

At this time, this large tube forest that grows in the southern barbarians is several times larger than that in Leizhou, and it looks no different from usual on the bright side, but there are holes in its interior and underground, each big tube tree is actually a hidden entrance, and the underground of the woods is completely hollowed out by the elite troops of the human race, and there is a huge space.

There was no fire in the underground space, but in the eyes of the Terran soldiers, it was extremely bright, and everything around it was clearly visible, because in each of the four corners of the space, there was a scout guard, providing a view.

An extremely young human race, sitting in the center of this underground space, wearing the black and brown jungle armor of the Southern Barbarian Army, the young face was covered with stubble, and the hair behind the helmet and armor was messy like a chicken nest, and the young man's eyes revealed complexity.

In the midst of pain, there is madness.

In the past few days, Wang Jing has personally led the team to attack the desert stronghold as if he had gone crazy, because the news came from the Terran base camp in the Dongwang stronghold, and the operation of the search for the missing Peng Mu team has become eyebrow-raising.

The ten-person team, Peng Mu, the two brothers Zhu Niu, and the two soldiers who were rescued by Peng Mu are alive.

Zhang Yang of the Dunshan Army, and the other two Li Xiu from the Bing Sect, were only found with cold corpses.

The last two scouts, Shan Jiang and Xue Dao, are still missing and are still searching.

As a result of three deaths and two disappearances, Wang Jing, who commanded the battle for the first time, fell into deep self-blame, so in recent days he often sat cross-legged and did not say a word.

Suddenly, a hand gently patted him on the shoulder, and then a soft voice sounded.

"Wang Jing, you have done well enough, this is a war, a war of life and death, every Great Xia soldier, including me, understands what war means, and at the same time, they are ready to give their lives for the hundreds of millions of people behind them. ”

After the voice fell, Wang Jing turned his head, beside him was a resolute and ordinary face, on his dark skin, there was a long scar, which directly cut half of his face, this scar, from Fengcheng's Hexu Mountain Beast Tide, that battle was Wang Jing's first battle, and the middle-aged lieutenant in front of him could be said to be Wang Jing's teacher in the Thunder Army.

After the end of the beast tide in Hexu Mountain, Wang Jing howled and cried, but at this time, he was young, sitting silently, which was a kind of growth in itself, and then he looked at the eyes of the captain in front of him, and said softly:

"I had wrongly underestimated the distribution of the power of the desolate people between the inside and outside of the low mountains, and if more people had been sent on invasion missions, perhaps the outcome could have changed. ”

"Wang Jing, wake me up!"

The middle-aged lieutenant snorted, then stretched out his right hand, pressed the back of Wang Jing's head in front of him, and then pulled it inward, put the foreheads of the two together, and continued to drink:

"You also know the power of the explosion, it flattened the entire low mountain, and it is even stronger than the full power of the great grandmaster, and you yourself know in your heart that unless it is a higher-level overhaul, the rest of the people will be blown away as much as they enter, and they can't hide at all, and besides, this battle of the Southern Barbarians is not over yet, Your Majesty's Chinese army is about to have a decisive battle with the Ancestral Court of the Desolate People, if you are unwilling, then go and kill those damned Desolate People. ”

Wang Jing bit his lip tightly, opened his bloodshot eyes, and then spat out a word heavily:

"Good!"

"You are a soldier I brought out, in Great Xia, glory is knowing that mistakes can be corrected, so you have to take back your own glory with your own hands. ”

The middle-aged lieutenant let go of his hand, then patted the latter's shoulder again, got up and walked out, after a few breaths, Wang Jing, who took a deep breath, regained his calm and calm face, and stood up gently, around him, there were a large number of elite Terran warriors sitting in circles and circles, almost filling the space under the entire jungle.

Wang Jing opened his mouth, and an angry roar rang out in the void.

"During this time, we have done a good job, destroying countless wasteland tribes, almost paralyzing the rear of the wasteland, and now, let our class teachers return to the camp, and personally use the blades and supernatural powers in our hands to witness their destruction and send them on their last journey!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

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