The north wind is like a knife, and the dripping water turns into ice.

The loud trumpet resounded throughout the earth, and teams of soldiers wearing red battle robes surged out of the strong Sky Wolf Fortress and set up their formations on the flat wilderness in front of the fortress. The central army was in charge, and a large flag fluttered in the wind. The bright red flag was embroidered with a golden sun symbolizing glory.

The golden sun is a symbol of the glorious empire.

A few miles away, another army was already ready for battle.

The army that drove out of the fortress was wearing red battle robes, and the army that was lined up a few miles away was wearing black battle robes. From a distance, the desolate wilderness was covered with a thick layer of dark clouds, which was so gloomy that it was suffocating. The central army of this army was also flying a striking flag, while the black flag was embroidered with a bright moon.

The bright moon is a symbol of the bright moon empire.

The Glorious Empire and the Mingyue Empire are the two powerful countries in Middle-earth!

For hundreds of years, in order to gain hegemony in Middle-earth, the two empires have fought countless battles, but they have never really decided the outcome. At least so far, the two empires are still evenly divided, and no one can do anything to each other.

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A snowflake slowly fell from the sky and fell on Meng Hu's neck. It turned into a drop of snow water in an instant. The biting cold made Meng Hu's drowsy consciousness clear. He turned his head and his eyes were all within reach. The light and heavy infantry of the Glorious Empire. The thick shield stretched like a wall. The sharp sword reflected the eyes and made the eyes cold. Countless spears pierced the sky, like the hideous fangs of a beast, exuding a cold chill...

The three heavy infantry corps of the Guanghui Empire Army have been set on the front. Behind the heavy infantry are archers with indifferent expressions. On the two wings of the entire formation, there are light infantry of two corps. Meng Hu is one of them. Their main task is to ensure the safety of the flanks of the three heavy infantry corps.

Meng Hu slowly withdrew his gaze and looked forward with a cold gaze over the wilderness.

Three miles ahead, the dark Mingyue Army was posing in the same formation, with heavy infantry in front, and archers followed behind, and light infantry guarding the wings. About 20,000 troops of a division were stepping on neat steps, shouting loud trumpets, gathering into a rolling iron stream, slowly crushing towards the army of the Glorious Empire.

Meng Hu took a deep breath of cold air and tightened the sword in his hand. A fanatical murderous intent had already ignited in his black eyes. Meng Hu liked war, liked the smell of killing and blood. For him, war is breathing. If there was no war, he would suffocate to death.

The horn of the attack sounded, and the Glorious Imperial Army began to move forward slowly.

Following the crowded crowd, Meng Hu also walked forward slowly. Looking around, there were crowds of people in front, back and left and right. Footsteps like tides resounded throughout the earth. You could still hear the heavy breathing of the new recruits. The battle was imminent. These new recruits who had just stepped onto the battlefield were about to face the first battle in their lives. If they were not lucky, this might be the last battle in their lives.

The two armies advanced against each other and soon entered the range of the infantry longbow.

The archers of the two armies stopped moving forward almost at the same time, and then pulled the bow and took the arrows under the shouts of the officer. A sharp cluster of arrows pointed at the sky with oblique angles. With the officer's order, waves of arrows suddenly flew into the air, intertwined into dense rain of arrows, and then fell from the sky with the scream of death.

With the powerful inertia of falling from high altitude, sharp clusters of arrows can even easily penetrate the strong iron armor!

Meng Hu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked indifferently at the arrows falling from the air. Two sharp arrows even flew against his cheeks. The feathers at the tail of the arrow made his face painful. Just a slight difference, these two sharp arrows could penetrate his face. The situation was so dangerous, but Meng Hu didn't even blink.

As a veteran who climbed out of the dead several times, Meng Hu knew that the archers would always give priority to "care" heavy infantry in the middle, and it could not be light infantry on both wings. Most of the arrows would only pour on the heads of elite infantry located in the center of the formation, and only a very small number of arrows would fall on the heads of light infantry on both wings.

If you can still be shot by a stray arrow in such a situation, you can only blame yourself for being too bad luck. What else can you say?

Despite this, the unlucky light infantry were shot by the stray arrow and fell to death in a pool of blood, while wailing before death. Meng Hu turned a deaf ear to this, and he had no intention of stopping to save people. Whether it was killing or being killed, death has always been the theme of war. People will die in war, and there is nothing to make a fuss about.

Even if you want to save people, you have to wait until the war is over. When the two armies are fighting fiercely, they may not be able to save people, but instead they will save their lives in vain. Meng Hu once witnessed a tragedy with his own eyes. A team leader lost his due vigilance in order to save the soldier who fell to the ground by an arrow, and was shot through his head by an enemy archer.

War never requires mercy. Being kind and mercy can only make you die faster!

War has always only needed to be cold-blooded and cruel, and it is cold-blooded and cruel enough to survive to the end!

The arrows were raining like rain, and people kept falling down. Although they were facing the threat of death, the soldiers of the two countries still stepped forward slowly in neat steps. Of course, the soldiers of the two countries knew that they could quickly pass through this journey of death, but they could not, because once they accelerated, it would be difficult to maintain a rigorous formation.

In the era of cold weapons, infantry's dependence on formation was beyond imagination. If an infantry loses its rigorous formation, it will become vulnerable. This is the principle of a chopstick and a chopstick. A chopstick can easily be broken, and a chopstick can be held into a ball but it is difficult to be broken.

The pouring of arrow rain seemed to be endless. I don’t know how long it took, but the two armies finally met in close combat.

The two armies advancing against each other were like two iron streams colliding hard together, and in an instant, they bumped into bright blood flowers. The sound of weapons, the wailing of soldiers, the shouts of officers, and the long and long horns and the intense and high-pitched war drums played together to form a melody of death...

At this moment, life is as humble as weeds on the roadside.

Meng Hu held a battle knife and looked at the noisy battlefield indifferently.

Although the two armies have already fought each other in close combat, the only ones who are really fighting bloody are the heavy infantry in the middle. The light infantry on both wings have not participated in the battle. In this strange world, the light infantry is just an insignificant auxiliary soldier. Those who truly determine the outcome of the war will always be well-trained and well-equipped heavy infantry.

Before the heavy infantry decides the winner, the only thing the light infantry can do is wait, wait in restlessness and anxiety.

It was not until one side of heavy infantry defeated the other side first, and the light infantry on the winning side would press on the whole line and pursue it while it was victorious. For thousands of years, such tactics have become the standard tactics for the battle between the two armies, and almost all military academies regard this tactic as a classic.

Unstoppable, a sneer appeared on Meng Hu's lips.

Tactics and troops are always dead, only people live!

No one has ever stipulated that heavy infantry is the master of the battlefield, and no one has ever stipulated that light infantry can only become a supporting role on the battlefield. Although the training and equipment of light infantry are far less than heavy infantry, they are not useless. If tactics are used properly, light infantry can still defeat heavy infantry and can completely dominate the outcome of a war.

"Calm the front row, don't retreat!"

"Don't retreat, those who violate the order... behead!"

"Keep in a good formation in the back row, don't be messy!"

A roar like thunder sounded, Meng Hu turned around and saw the corps captain Lei Ming raising his arms in front of the formation, while maintaining the integrity of the queue, he cheered the recruits who had been on the battlefield for the first time. It was necessary to do this. Without the motivation and encouragement of the veterans, these recruits were very likely to collapse at the last minute.

A trace of warmth flashed through Meng Hu's eyes. If it weren't for Thunder, Meng Hu would have turned into a pile of dead bones at this time, right? Last winter, Meng Hu accidentally came to this strange world. At that time, he was seriously injured and dying. If it weren't for Thunder, Meng Hu would have been dead for a long time.

After a year, there has never been a large-scale war between the two empires.

Today, a division-scale border war broke out between the two countries. It is time to repay Lei Ming's life-saving grace.

In a flash, Meng Hu's eyes had crossed the noisy battlefield and frozen on the bright moon flag fluttering in the opposite formation. Although he couldn't see clearly the situation under the big flag, Meng Hu could feel that the commander of the Mingyue Kingdom must be there. As long as he cut off his head, the glorious empire would win this battle, and Lei Ming was enough to be promoted to a general with the merits of this battle!

The title of general is the dream of every imperial soldier, and of course Lei Ming dreams of it.

Meng Hu suddenly turned around, and his sharp eyes flew over the soldiers who were waiting for him like a knife, shouting sternly: "Brothers, the head of the enemy commander is right in front of him, just under the bright moon flag. Do you have the courage to take it with me?"

"have!"

A whole squadron of more than 200 soldiers responded loudly, they were all Meng Hu's soldiers and Tiger Squadron's soldiers.

The pride of the eyes rolled in Meng Hu's chest. Who said that light infantry can only be cannon fodder on the battlefield? Meng Hu's soldiers are definitely not cannon fodder! Although Meng Hu's soldiers do not have excellent equipment, they have the strictest training and the strongest will. They are the masters on the battlefield!

Slowly raised the sword in his hand, and the sharp tip pointed to the bright moon flag in front of him, which was flying in the wind. Meng Hu roared towards the sky like a tiger: "Tiger Squadron, attack!"

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Chapter completed!