hell hunter

After Wang Mo led a hundred-man team one kilometer out of Xiqi City, he looked back at this majestic giant city. A hundred people were really insignificant in front of it. They probably couldn't even be counted as ants. If a war broke out in front of the city wall, it should be

How tragic it was. Bodies scattered everywhere and rivers of blood were really not an exaggeration, but a true portrayal.

"We will be back in twenty days!" Wang Mo announced loudly, and at the same time announced a forced march. There were only a few cars and horses in the team, dragging a small amount of supplies. Except for the old gentleman, everyone had to run forward.

, the goal is the basic five kilometers.

For these courageous people, five kilometers should be a piece of cake. But actually training is completely different. These people all rely too much on their soul power and give up their physical strength, causing some people to fall behind after three kilometers. Wang Mo

There is no stopping, everyone must keep running the five kilometers.

Five kilometers away there happened to be a dilapidated temple. It could no longer be seen that it belonged to some god. Wang Mo stood at the door and called everyone. The hundred-man team had arrived, and no one escaped privately. In the end, the old gentleman drove away a few people.

The car and everyone had no issues.

"Rest where you are, eat and drink briefly and prepare to practice!" Wang Mo looked at the exhausted Centurion, his thoughts were still very important, "Can we really defeat those bandits with them?"

Wang Mo's small class began. Targeted guidance was given based on each person's physical condition, including physical exercise and courage. After about three hours, there was a cultural class, various simple tactical drills and understandings. He was busy all the time.

When it got dark, it was finally time to march again.

"Old sir, come with me. You continue to march quickly and meet five kilometers away!" Wang Mo's order was cold and blunt. He had already driven several cars away, and suddenly stopped and said to everyone, "If you encounter bandits on the way, there will be an encounter."

How will you respond to the war?"

"Gather nearby comrades and launch a counterattack based on the terrain and various conditions. If you know you can't beat them, leave a squadron to cover them and everyone else will retreat!" The middle-aged hunter immediately replied. His name was Zhao Liang and he was now a captain.

"General!" The old gentleman said to Wang Mo when he saw that he was far away from the brigade, "Isn't this harsh training a bit too much? They were just ordinary people before!"

"Mr. Zhao!" Wang Mo said to the old man very politely, "The army must be run strictly, and the training must be hard and close to actual combat, so that there will be less bloodshed in real battles."

"Your concept is very new, I hope it will achieve good results!" Mr. Zhao still didn't agree with it, but he didn't say anything more.

This time there were no such good conditions five kilometers away, just a dark forest. Wang Mo stood outside and called the roll call. The time was much shorter than last time, and the hundred-man team was all in place. This time it was different from that in the small temple.

It's the same. In addition to repairing and attending classes, there is also more external vigilance.

The centurion team only rested for five hours at night and started another five-kilometer training. Most of them were already used to it and their physical fitness had improved a lot. This time, the end point was a small mountain village, but the village was already deserted.

"Everyone rest where you are, the scouts are here!" Wang Mo called the nine scouts over, looked at the empty village and asked, "What do you think is here?"

The nine people looked at the dilapidated village and then looked at each other. Finally, a scout reported to Wang Mo, "General, I'm afraid there is nothing here, just a small, dilapidated village."

"You are divided into three groups, conduct reconnaissance on the village, and give me the exact answer in half an hour!" Wang Mo ordered, and the nine scouts took out their old weapons and tentatively walked into the mountain village. After these people left, Wang Mo

Immediately, another order was issued, "Everyone should eat, drink and prepare within five minutes to prepare for the first actual battle."

Wang Mo's words were implemented very efficiently, but everyone had doubts in their minds. How could such a dilapidated mountain village fight?

Shortly after the reconnaissance team entered the village, there were sparse sounds of fighting. A whistle pierced through the mountain village, which was a signal for hundreds of people to ask for help as promised. The nine scouts really encountered fighting and were in crisis.

, otherwise they would not take the initiative to ask for help from the Centurions.

"Come... show us the results of your training over the past few days!" After an order was given from outside, the Centurions quickly assembled in a formation of three people facing the battle location.

"General, how did you know this?" Mr. Zhao couldn't help but asked Wang Mo out of curiosity.

"Look at the ground at the entrance of the village. The dust is obviously thicker than elsewhere. This is not natural at all, but someone deliberately wants to cover up their whereabouts." Wang Mo woke up the dreamer with one sentence, and then continued, "

This mountain village looks very dilapidated, but some houses have doors and windows, don’t you think it’s a bit suspicious?”

After some explanation from Wang Mo, Mr. Zhao confirmed it with his eyes. Sure enough, there is a secret hidden in the dilapidated mountain village, and it is very likely that the robbers are here.

Wang Mo also brought the baggage vehicles and Mr. Zhao to the battle site. The Hundreds were encircling and suppressing a group of more than a dozen bandits. Although they had an absolute advantage, it was difficult to inflict heavy damage or even annihilate the enemy. There were disadvantages in weapons and defense.

, there is also a psychological burden, training and actual combat must be different.

"Haha..." The bandit had a beard on his head and laughed loudly at the hundreds of people who did not dare to charge. "It turns out they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs. Fortunately, they thought it was Xiqi's army coming over."

"Kill these defeated soldiers..." the bandit shouted for the first time, and more than a dozen tough bandits charged together, with the target in the direction of Wang Mo.

With Wang Mo's strength, he defeated this group of bandits in minutes, but he just stood there. We have to wait and see how the Centurion will react, whether they will retreat in the face of the battle or fight bravely.

"Protect the general, don't be afraid of blows!" It was the same middle-aged hunter who immediately stood in front of Wang Mo with his subordinates and charged towards the enemy bravely. Because he was afraid of the sword in his heart, he did not hesitate this time.

He cut it down hesitantly.

"Ah..." There were bursts of screams from the bandit formation, and they fell into a pool of blood one by one. They were all strangled by the Rising Hundreds, and the corpses, blood, mud, and various vomits were mixed together, creating a wave of

Very unpleasant smell.

"This is just an appetizer for the war. You have to watch it here for an hour before you come down. Anyone who dares to retreat privately will be killed immediately!" Wang Mo's words were an order. The hundred-man team, including Mr. Zhao, all stayed on the battlefield to watch.

Bloody scenes.

More than an hour later, the centurion retreated to the entrance of the village. Although there was vomit on their clothes, their eyes seemed to be filled with something strange. These were soldiers who had been baptized by war, and they were completely different from those trained.

"Search the village, bring everything you can use, and let's continue our training!" Wang Mo finally saw a little hope. This refugee team of 100 finally looked like an army.

The Centurions began to make a large circle, heading towards the bandit strongholds along some small villages. They encountered a few entrenched bandits along the way, and they were all easily dealt with. At the same time, some scarce items were also replenished, and the weapons and armor were almost all updated.

It's just that the format is not very uniform.

Six days had passed, and we were still less than twenty miles away from the target bandit den. Suddenly, thick smoke billowed from the distance on the right, and the sound of killing was faintly heard.

"Report to the general, there are bandits in a village three miles away on the right, and the number is about fifty." Although the scout was belatedly aware of the situation, he finally gave a useful piece of information.

"March quickly and kill these bandits!" Wang Mo ordered the army to change its route and immediately go to rescue the village.

The village has been half consumed by fire, and the villagers are running around without a clue. The ruthless bandits seem to be just looking for killers, chasing the unarmed villagers everywhere.

"Three brigades surrounded the village from three directions and drove them to the front." Wang Mo immediately gave the order, and everyone carried out the order separately. It was really an order and a prohibition.

"There are only two of us in the front!" Mr. Zhao looked around and said to Wang Mo worriedly.

"Tell me about it, old gentleman!" Wang Mo was not in a hurry at all. He placed all the vehicles at the entrance of the village and sat in the car waiting for the bandits to come.

The centurions now have some combat effectiveness, which is enough to deal with these bandits. In less than an hour, more than fifty bandits were rushed to the entrance of the village. The bandits looked up at Wang Mo in front of them, still threatening, "Hurry up.

Get out of my way, or I’ll kill you and feed you to the dogs.”

"Give you a chance to be our temporary mercenaries, otherwise you will be dead!" Wang Mo actually made a condition to the other party, showing no fear of the more than fifty fierce bandits.

"Come on..." The bandit would not listen to Wang Mo's words. He called his men and wanted to rush out of the way. But at this time, he saw Wang Mo making a sword with his hand and slashing it down slowly.

"Brush..." The bandit leader's body was split into two, and many of his gangsters were also stunned. The soldiers of the Centurion were also dumbfounded. They had never seen Wang Mo take action, and they did not expect that his methods were so clever.

"The opportunity is still there, who wants to live and who wants to die?" Wang Mo looked at the group of gangsters coldly and gave an ultimatum.

Faced with the strong suppression of death, these gangsters chose to become mercenaries. Of course, there are many restrictions, such as not being able to hold weapons, etc. They must also put out fires for the village director, repair damaged houses and roads, etc. beforehand!

Wang Mo led the hundred-man team all the way, and captured another wave of bandits along the way, increasing the mercenary team to a hundred people. In this way, he had a team of two hundred people in his hands, and he was somewhat confident in preparing for a decisive battle with the last wave of bandits.

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Wang Mo stationed his troops in an abandoned mountain village, and sent scouts around to investigate within three miles. The bandit stronghold should be five miles away, and he couldn't go there so recklessly. So he took six soldiers to check out.

There are many ways to decide the battle plan.

"Holy crap... If you know this is called a bandit, then why should I be practicing as a hundred-man team!" When Wang Mo saw the bandit's lair, he was immediately dumbfounded and felt like he had been deceived.

"Prime Minister, Wang Mo's Hundreds of Refugees fought many times, and their training methods were very novel and powerful. They also recruited many bandits for their own use." Huang Feihu reported the information obtained to the Prime Minister, "It's just that the last wave of bandits was really

It’s very special, I’m afraid it will get you in trouble!”

"This is also an exercise, but it has nothing to do with the Shang and Zhou dynasties." The prime minister didn't seem too anxious, and then changed the subject, "Wen Zhong Taishi is coming to investigate, so be more careful!"