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"Start cleaning up the battlefield now. Make sure no one is left alive. After the cleaning is completed, if there are still living trolls on the scene, you will bite them to death with your teeth. Do you understand me?"

The answers became sparse again, and Feng Yu knew that the elf warriors might be resistant to this kind of thing.

"Divide areas by teams. Which team has survivors on site and which team will handle it themselves. Start."

After Feng Yu finished shouting the order, he turned back to Dick and others and said, "These recruits are still not good. They have to see more blood. They have too many ideas that they shouldn't have."

Dick and Herbert nodded. The elf mages next to them all looked pale. Two novices who had obviously never been on the battlefield were still retching beside the pit, which made Feng Yu depressed.

Feng Yu had obviously forgotten about the first time he beat up a mermaid and made him vomit. In other words, he just pretended that it never happened if no one knew about it.

After a loud bang, Herbert put down the demon hunting gun in his hand.

Not far away, a one-eyed troll emerged from the mound, struggling to raise the bone spur in his hand, and was about to stab an elf warrior in the back. However, as soon as the one-eyed troll raised his arm, it followed theirs. Just like the leader, the parts above the neck disappeared instantly under the huge kinetic energy of the demon hunting gun bullets.

In its place was a pillar of flesh spurting blood and an elf warrior covered in red and white minced meat.

The elf warrior turned around mechanically, and saw the one-eyed troll behind him falling down with blood spurting from the pillar of flesh on his shoulder. He still held tightly to the bone spurs formed from the broken bones in his hand until he died.

Herbert's shout rang out: "You have too many lives and you don't know what it means to obey orders. If you find another living person appearing behind you, you fools, just go back to the Hazy Moon Forest with the migrating team." "

After hearing this, Feng Yu almost gave Herbert a thumbs up on the spot, thinking that when he got back, he would have to add a chicken drumstick to Lao He. This was very exciting.

Because Feng Yu discovered that Nitya's fair elf face, who came from Hazy Moon Forest, was almost dark.

Herbert also realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he ran away from the dirt bag with the demon hunting gun on his back, and followed the elf warriors to inspect the scene.

Nidia waited for Feng Yu and said, "Does it make you so happy to belittle the other side of Hazy Moon Forest?"

Feng Yu touched his face and asked doubtfully: "Is it so obvious?"

With that said, he also followed Herbert's footsteps and ran away.

After a battle and cleaning up the battlefield, the soldiers' bodies were tainted with the smell of artillery fire, and there was a trace of killing blood in their eyes. This made Feng Yu, who had been fighting monsters for a long time and nothing happened, look good. A lot. After all, it’s good to gain some experience.

The team prepared for a while and set out again. This time, because they were going to rescue the kidnapped halflings and elves, the elven archer scouts' detection range was farther and more concealed, because they were afraid of those kidnapped. Compatriots will be killed for their recklessness.

There was a clanging sound and such a loud noise that Feng Yu didn't believe that the one-eyed troll escorting the prisoners couldn't hear it. As for what will happen to the hostages, it can only depend on whether their lives will be tough or not.

What I shouldn't say is that he came and put all his heart and strength into it. As for the final result, with so many pairs of eyes looking at it, that was not his problem.

After all, they don't have their own weapons. Facing the charge of more than 150 one-eyed trolls, even if these elves win, it will be a miserable victory.

As for not having their own ship, they could only watch helplessly as their compatriots became food for the one-eyed troll, unable to even provide rapid reinforcements.

On the way, Feng Yu and the others analyzed the battle. The problem was the same as what they thought when they stopped throwing wooden handle grenades. The explosion power of this thing was too much. It was better to reduce the charge and increase the number of fragments. This would also prevent the damage to our own side. Negative Effects.

Also, the vitality of these one-eyed trolls is too tenacious. If the elf rifle shoots them, as long as it does not hit the vital point, it will not be able to effectively kill them.

Fortunately, the enemies that the elves need to face are not all like this. Otherwise, they might as well pack up and prepare to run away.

There is also the problem of the psychological quality of the recruits. There is no way to solve this problem. No amount of training can solve it. It can only be accumulated slowly through bloody wars.

The artillery didn't get a chance to play, and it was probably not needed during the rescue, so this thing was brought here for nothing. Not to mention the effort, it didn't even get a chance to play.

It seems that this caliber may not represent justice sometimes.

There is also something that makes Feng Yu more satisfied, and that is the first hit rate of the Elf riflemen. At the beginning, when Feng Yu shouted in front of the formation, the emotions of these Elf soldiers were still stable.

The first attack was also the farthest attack launched by the warriors. Very few missed. The elves were worthy of being a race that was good at shooting. On the 200-meter moving target, the first target hit rate actually exceeded 80.00%.

In this regard, the dwarf riflemen cannot match the accuracy of the elves, but the dwarves are worthy of being a naturally good fighting race. When the ferocity of the one-eyed troll becomes more and more clear in front of the warriors, the dwarf riflemen are better than the elves. The elf recruits are much stronger. At the very least they can keep calm and reload and shoot. Unlike the elf recruits, many of them are so panicked that they don't know when to pull the bolt.

After several people summarized, Marshall, the only underage elf in the team, took notes. Feng Yu was also beside the team, speaking frankly to these soldiers about their problems and outstanding performance in the battle.

One is one, two is two, and the next battle is about to begin. He hopes that these recruits can learn lessons as soon as possible and make certain progress in the next battle.

"The situation we may have to face below will be very complicated, and our compatriots may even be mixed with the one-eyed troll, so their fate is in your hands.

For those of you who still have the courage and can shoot calmly, hold your guns steady, go destroy the enemy, and rescue your compatriots. If you feel that you are not good enough, you feel like a coward. You are in a hurry when facing the enemy and cannot shoot calmly and accurately. Yes, don't be brave.

No one blames you this time. As long as you go back and train harder, there is still a chance of catching up with those outstanding soldiers. "

Dick and others looked at Feng Yu from the side, rolling their eyes and thinking, "Can you talk like this?"

What does it mean to be incompetent? What does it mean to act like a coward? What does it mean to have the possibility of catching up with others?

By saying that, aren't you forcing them to fight bravely?