Ultimate Assassin System

In the north, the frontier battlefield.

No, really a beating?

What are you doing, fighting in the wild with those barbarians with strong limbs...

Aren't the heads of the officers blocked by the door! This is all a stupid move. Isn't it clear that we are going to die...

Okay, shut up! Officers have their own reasons and rules for what they do. We, the soldiers, are ordered to do what we do, so where does all this nonsense come from!

In the barren mountains, a small group of five soldiers wearing the standard armor of the Zichen Legion moved swiftly and carefully behind the trees and rocks. From time to time they climbed up to look far, looked around, and quickly moved forward.

Needless to say, this is an elite scout team.

As the vanguard team when the war is about to begin, there is no doubt about the importance of scouts to every army. To a certain extent, they are the eyes of the military commander and the source of confidence for judgment and decision-making during wartime. If necessary, they will also turn into a sharp knife and stab the enemy in key areas such as logistics and supplies.

It is precisely because of these reasons that if there is any branch of the army with the highest average tactical literacy, it is undoubtedly these scouts who constantly roam the battlefield and have first-hand intelligence at all times.

Of course, because of this, I am very puzzled by the behavior of my own army, which is suddenly like taking a violent drug and frantically sending troops into this unobstructed battlefield, intending to fight a wild battle with the barbarians, and even question.

Originally, any rookie recruit who had been on the front line for a few days knew the terrifying individual combat capabilities of the barbarians. What's more, now this side doesn't even have an advantage in defending the city, but now it suddenly wants to face off against such an opponent in the wild. Isn't it looking for death?

but. Just as the squad leader reprimanded them just now, they are just soldiers. It is your duty to obey the orders of your superiors. Even if you are confused and have many doubts, you must carry out orders to the letter during wartime!

And in fact. Their concerns are indeed warranted...

After climbing to the top of a mountain range, before checking the safety of the surrounding environment, the scouts in the team suddenly trembled, Damn it...he's coming!

In the distance, at the end of the relatively flat wilderness, a black phalanx of figures, countless in length and breadth, slowly pressed forward with a frightening force that blocked out the sky and the sun.

The face and flag cannot be seen clearly, but the experienced elite scouts can only rely on a pair of naked eyes. By looking at their marching temperament, they can instantly tell whether the opponent is a friendly or enemy force, and they are inseparable.

As for now, it is of course the enemy barbarian army. This is also something that can be easily speculated. After all, since the Zichen Legion chose to fight in the field, there is no reason why the barbarians who are extremely good at this almost special skill should not refuse to fight.

The enemy is about twenty miles away from our army. Their number is unknown. It is initially estimated to be no less than 30,000. Detailed information will be reported later... Monkey, go back and inform the general! Observe and estimate calmly. The team leader decisively gave the order, and a thin young scout nodded slightly when he heard the words. Without talking nonsense, he simply turned around and ran away quickly in the direction he came from.

Hehe. Have you seen it, rookie? This is the ability of veterans! Pointing to the squad leader. A scout laughed and patted the handsome young companion next to him with a frivolous tone. You have just arrived, and there are many things you don't know. Follow us and learn hard.

Nodding, the young scout didn't seem to be good at words, and his expression showed the nervousness and prudence of someone who had just entered the battlefield.

Hey, why are you acting like a boring gourd? Why don't you reply with a word? Or just reply with a single word.

……good.

...Ha! I asked you to reply with just one word. Do you really just reply with one word?

Haha... Seeing the depressed expression on the veteran scout's face, another scout couldn't help but laugh loudly.

Okay, stop talking nonsense. The team leader waved his hand, Let's go and take a closer look. If you want to get the most accurate information, you must be as close to the observation target as possible. This is a simple truth. Of course, the danger is getting closer...

As soon as he finished speaking, the delicate scout who had always been vigilant seemed to sense something. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the bushes not far away. His expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed and backed away: There are barbarians, retreat!

Bran's army had scouts, and so did the barbarian army. The former is a professional, while the latter is simply an excellent hunter. So it’s really hard to say which one is higher or lower between the two. But one thing is certain, that is, once the two meet, most of the first ones to retreat will be Bran's scouts. There is no way, the barbarians are too powerful in individual combat.

Gulitulu... Seeing that they were discovered, several burly and somewhat excessive figures jumped out from behind the bushes like cheetahs, shouting vague barbaric language, and stalked after them as if to intimidate them.

Swish, swish, with a press of his wrist, the crossbow arrow shot through the air. Let's go! He was no match in a one-on-one fight, and now that he didn't have an advantage in numbers, the team leader decisively fired the small repeating crossbow hidden in his sleeve, turned around, and ran quickly with the few scouts who had reacted.

Roar - roared and howled in pain. The distance was so close and the target was too obvious for the barbarian scouts to dodge these crossbow arrows.

However, they often dealt with Bran's colleagues, and they seemed to have known that the other party had this trick. When they jumped out of the bushes, their big hands blocked the face, throat and other vital parts. This move also saved their lives. The air-breaking crossbow arrows hit the arms of the two barbarians running at the front, piercing deeply into them and causing blood to splash everywhere.

This injury is naturally not fatal. In fact, it can only be said to be a minor injury to the barbarians, and the combat effectiveness will not be reduced. It even aroused the anger of the pursuing barbarians, roaring repeatedly, and their eyes were scarlet like wild beasts in the forest.

One chasing and the other escaping, in just a short moment, both sides ran for several miles. The distance has not widened, nor has it shortened, it is still the same distance as it was at the beginning. While running away, the squad leader looked back from time to time, his heart aching, and he couldn't help but secretly scream.

The distance between the two parties was too close before. When they discovered each other, they were almost in front of each other, and there was no time to make the decision to hide separately.

And although he has similar characteristics such as a strong body and clumsy and slow movements, he is almost a barbarian. But those are just ordinary barbarians. Barbarians who can be scouts will certainly not be slow. actually. This scout team should be lucky now, because they did not encounter the Hidden Snake Tribe's professional scout unit - the Dark Snake Guards who come and go like the wind. Otherwise, the battle will be won or lost as early as the moment the two sides meet. It was decided without any doubt.

As for now, the situation is not good either. The speed of pursuing the barbarians was not slower than theirs. And don’t look at the opponent’s failure to close the distance now. But that's just because the time has not come yet.

After a while, when they have to slow down, the barbarians whose endurance far exceeds that of ordinary people will catch up. By then, it would be time for their entire scout team to be wiped out...

Thinking of this, the resolute and decisive team leader gritted his teeth, grasped the short-edged dagger in his hand, and slowed down a little.

Since they can't escape, they can only throw out bait to break the back, allowing others time to find a place to hide. After all, one person dies. It's better than everyone dying here.

Just when the team leader secretly made up his mind to die, suddenly, the handsome scout running on the left side of him suddenly turned around and stopped, drew out the short blade from his waist, and frantically killed the pursuing barbarian: Run--

No! Kevin!

Come back rookie——

Seeing this rookie Kevin, who had just joined the team, had a dull personality and was often silent, suddenly make such a crazy move, the team leader was stunned and his eyes were splitting. With a roar, he immediately turned around to rescue.

But before he could finish turning around, two scouts suddenly rushed to grab him and dragged him backwards to continue running away. What the hell are you doing? Put me down! I order you...

Shut up! Captain, do you want this rookie, Kevin, to die in vain? The scout who had just teased his handsome companion had red eyes and a ferocious expression and roared back with a higher roar.

The body that was struggling fiercely suddenly stiffened. As if all the strength in his body had been drained out of him in an instant, the team leader collapsed helplessly on his companion's shoulders. They are all veterans of the battlefield. Naturally, you know what decision is the best choice at the moment. But he didn't expect that the person who made this decision was not him, the captain, but a recruit who had just entered the battlefield...

Disappeared in front of the valley. The team leader watched Kevin being hit from the front by the barbarian iron rod, like a piece of rotten wood, vomiting blood and flying backwards... He couldn't help but close his eyes, with a painful look on his face.

grass!

…

This scene is undoubtedly very heroic on the battlefield, very common, and very unusual. It is happening everywhere on the front line.

If there is no accident, the few survivors will be very sad when they go back, and then apply for martyr status for Kevin and get more pensions. Or maybe, if they are more affectionate and kind, these people will find Kevin's family after retiring. If the other person's family has difficulties, they will not hesitate to lend a helping hand...

However, if these people had not left immediately, they would have discovered that the truth was not what they imagined...

After the vomited blood flew out, with a bang, Kevin hit a rock plane on his back, causing cracks and gravel flying.

The barbarian who swung his bat didn't pay attention to him anymore. Instead, he roared in anger and continued to chase him forward. They were confident in their own strength, and the thin Bran man who had been hit so hard was unlikely to survive. They were just a little angry that this man didn't care about life and death, and they probably let several other Bran men escape.

But, Do you want to leave now?

With a faint voice, several running barbarians suddenly stopped in unison, with doubts on their faces. Not only because the question came suddenly and strangely, but also because of the extremely authentic pronunciation of the barbarian language.

Turning his head, the bull's eyes suddenly widened.

On the rock, the dead Bran soldier turned over and sat up, lowered his head to straighten the almost completely damaged leather armor on his chest, pulled it a few times, and simply took off the whole piece. The whole move was very natural and casual. How could he look like he was injured and dying? He clapped his hands, looked up, and smiled, I thought it would take at least a few days to change my identity... Well, it seems I was lucky. I met you when I first arrived.

It is still an authentic barbarian language, and if you listen carefully, it also has a bit of an authentic imperial city accent.

Who are you? The scene in front of him was so strange that even a simple-minded barbarian noticed something was wrong and asked cautiously, grabbing the iron rod.

It's so obvious, can't you tell? The handsome scout spread his hands, Of course I am... a ghost!

As soon as the word ghost was written, the handsome scout suddenly disappeared on the rock out of thin air. Before several barbarians could show their shocked expressions, a palm came out from behind a barbarian and touched his neck easily.

Click - click - click click click -

There was a spate of bone-chilling, bone-chilling sounds that could sour your teeth. In just a short moment, everyone except the barbarian who had just hit the handsome scout with his bat was heard. Several other barbarian scouts simply fell to the ground and remained motionless.

These barbarians have terrifying individual combat capabilities. A handsome scout who was crushed to death like a chicken, not even aware that he had done something amazing. He touched his chin and looked at the barbarian corpses one by one, then looked up at the surviving barbarians who were staring with their mouths open and their faces full of confusion. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, Oh, it's so ugly, not one of them looks like a human... How do I choose? I’m so confused...

Needless to say. This so-called new recruit Kevin is naturally Tang En in disguise.

The space magician didn't lie to him. After three horses collapsed from exhaustion, Tang En finally arrived at the frontline battle zone after a day and a night.

Of course, coming here is just a prelude to assassinating the mysterious barbarian commander. Let's not say where the other party is now, but how to pass through the tightly controlled Bran War Zone is the primary practical issue before us.

You must know that with the start of the war, all places near the frontline theaters are military controlled areas. Not to mention ordinary people who entered, even the townspeople who used to live here were now ordered to retreat to the rear by the Bran army who saw that the situation was not good.

certainly. This is not a problem for Tang En. After using some tricks, Tang En successfully reached the forward position with his superb hiding and stealth skills. Then he disguised himself and took advantage of being attacked by barbarians. The organization of Bran's army, which was in great confusion, was mixed into the scattered soldiers who retreated.

The situation is tense, and these scattered defeated soldiers often do not return to their own troops immediately. Instead, they were recruited into a new team on the spot without asking for their numbers. With this vulnerability. Tang En successfully reached the troops at the front of the battle line. And because he thought this status was just a transitional status, Tang En applied for a scout status at that time, so he could sneak into the battlefield.

Good luck. Tang En originally thought that even if he wanted to really see the barbarians, it would take at least a few days. But I didn’t expect that as soon as I arrived here, I would catch up with the senior generals of the Zichen Army who seemed to have a collective convulsion. They would be immediately sent to the battlefield to inquire about the movements of the barbarian army...

Then, of course, they met these barbarian scouts.

After struggling for a while, thinking that those good comrades just now would definitely find a way to collect his 'bones', Tang En sighed resignedly, raised his foot and kicked the corpses of the barbarians off the cliff, and then squinted his eyes and watched continuously. The surviving barbarian who retreated and shivered showed what he thought was a kind smile: Haha, don't be nervous, I have no discrimination against you... Come, tell me your name, how many people are in your family? How many acres of land per capita? How many cows are there? Tell me, tell me...

After a while, the surviving barbarian walked out swaggeringly carrying a huge iron rod. Of course, this is no longer the original barbarian, but Tang En who has successfully copied and disguised himself.

If you want to inquire about the news and successfully approach the mysterious barbarian commander, the identity of the barbarian is undoubtedly the most suitable one. Tang En had disguised himself as a barbarian once before, also on this frontline battlefield. Now he was naturally familiar with pretending to be a barbarian again. The difference is that Tang En didn't understand the barbarian language at that time and almost made a mistake, but now he can be said to have no flaws.

He walked back and forth for a few steps at a barbarian pace, trying to get a feel for it, and said to himself, My name is Saba...ah, why is this name so weird...I am from the Violent Bear Tribe, I am seventeen years old this year...Damn, this is She's growing so well. Are you taking hormones? There is an old woman and a woman in the family. She is the fifth child, with a sister and three brothers at the top, two brothers and three sisters at the bottom... Awesome! So awesome! You can give birth, don’t you know that having fewer children will lead to a happier life...

Just when Tang En was concentrating on getting familiar with all the basic information of this body, he suddenly said, Right in front, hurry up, hurry up... don't let those damn bastards get away, I want to twist off their heads with my own hands. , Revenge for Kevin...

Huh? Tang En turned his head in shock and saw a large group of about a hundred Bran soldiers running toward him with fierce looks. The leaders were none other than his former good comrades, the scout team that had just escaped.

He is indeed here! Brothers, chop him into pieces——

No, there are a few more, aren't there?

Wait... where is Kevin's body?

As soon as the two sides met, Tang En cursed in his heart. These more than a hundred Bran soldiers were obviously not from the scout camp. Obviously, these were some of his comrades who accidentally bumped into each other when they returned, and then invited them over to avenge him. Damn, this guy was chased by barbarians just now, and now he's chased by Bran soldiers. Why is he no longer human inside and outside...

Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away!

Behind him came the squad leader Zhentian's lamentation, Beast! You won't even let go of the corpse, you can eat it...Kill him! Kill him...

Damn it! Tang En staggered when he heard the sound. The barbarian who had just adjusted his pace almost made a mistake and fell to the ground. Why don't you just follow what others say? I've been in Beihuang before, so why don't I know that barbarians still have the habit of cannibalism...Rumors can kill people!

Even if he changed into an awkward running posture, Tang En's speed was naturally beyond what these Bran soldiers could catch up with. He quickly descended to the foot of the mountain, widening the distance between the two sides.

When he raised his head, Tang En, who was about to run back to his original army, was suddenly stunned. In the boundless wilderness, the barbarian army slowly pressing forward and the Zichen army that had just appeared, separated by a distance of about several miles, looked like two people who had been fighting for a long time. There is no need to test the unsavory giant beast that is not pleasing to the eye. It slowly approaches and the battle is about to break out.

After coming back to his senses, Tang En curled his lips: I won't thank you, old fox.

It is true that Tang En does not understand military strategy, but this does not mean that he is an idiot. The Zichen Legion's large-scale counterattack strategy was obviously abnormal. It was impossible for General Zichen not to notice the disparity in strength between the soldiers on both sides. Therefore, the current situation can only occur because the Zichen Legion received an irresistible order from a higher level, so they made such a stupid move...

As the person involved, Tang En only thought about it for a moment and understood whose handiwork it was - Wooding! As for the other party's purpose, it is nothing more than to make the situation chaotic so that he can fish in troubled waters...

Not willing to spend any money!

…………(To be continued...)