C346 blood-fighting (1/2)

The evolution of human warfare had lasted for thousands of years. From punching, kicking, and smashing, it gradually developed into a bronze, dagger, leather, and armor. Then, the age of steel arrived, and people began to judge a country's military level by the quality of their armor, as well as the sharpness of their swords and sabers.

Such a war of cold weapons lasted for thousands of years, until firearms began to be widely used and human wars began to rely heavily on long-range weapons.

It is worth mentioning that when war becomes more and more reliant on long-range weapons and when the power of industry starts to wantonly rampage, the intensity of human war is becoming stronger. However, the feeling it gives every participant in the war is the opposite.

This was a very strange phenomenon. The intensity of the war was increasing, and the number of deaths in the second world war alone was already over 50 million. This kind of intensity was unimaginable for the ancients.

However, to every soldier who participated in the war, the cruelty of this modern war was far less than the cold weapons combat of the Middle Age.

Imagine pulling a trigger a bullet in the head a hundred or two hundred meters away and giving you a more intense sensory stimulation? Or was it more exciting to have his head cut off while rushing forward with a kitchen knife?

The answer was obviously the latter. Shooting at long range to kill the enemy, this kind of mission only required a little training, and a farmer or youth would be able to do it. To cut off a man's head while carrying a kitchen knife, he would have to either be a madman or undergo such cruel physical training.

As he sat in front of his computer and tapped on it a few times, a long-range missile flew towards the enemy's head and exploded with a loud bang. Maybe, in this explosion, they had killed hundreds of enemy troops and thousands of citizens, but who would care?

The operator would not see the tragedy that he had caused himself. He would work together with the people behind him in peace, eat a steak and drink a glass of beer to relax his nerves, and before going to sleep, he might still have time to pick up the console handle and crazily chop down the shield in an even more illusory game.

There was no such thing as moral condemnation, only because his hands were not stained with blood.

But what was strange was that even though the technology of human warfare was becoming more and more advanced and the probability of people killing each other was decreasing, the armies of all the countries had not given up on fighting training and training in the white blade combat.

Right now, the knife drawing team under Xiao Letian's command had given a perfect answer. Dragon Lord, Yepingtai and the others used their white blades and fresh blood to once again verify an iron-like fact, and once again verified the true nature of war and slaughter.

”knife drawing team... Cut... Send them to hell... Cut... Crush their morale... ”Cut …”

With another wave of slashes, the forty man knife drawing team s gradually formed two rows at the front and back, with twenty people forming a neat row as they charged towards Austrian Army.

This group of Foreign Legion were simply a group of lunatics, they combined calm and calmness together perfectly to achieve a kind of delicate balance. When the slogan of hacking was passed down, twenty Katana s were chopped down from above without hesitation, and blades would often flash past each other's enemies and be chopped into half alive.

At the same time, the warrior holding the Katana at the back took large strides forward and changed her position. She then gave the order to chop, which was immediately followed by another cold light.

Just like this, the blades of the forty Japanese soldiers rotated like a meat grinder as they mercilessly crushed their way through. All that was left behind was a pile of incomplete pieced together corpses.

It was not wrong to say that these Foreign Legion were crazy. Dragon Lord had seen the enemy's blood splatter all over their faces many times before, these lunatics did not wipe the blood off but extended their tongues to lick the blood off of their faces. It was as if they were spouting French top-grade wine.

To say that these knife drawing team were calm, was not like saying that they didn't have any nutrition. In a state of berserk bloodthirst, they could chop without any disorder. The two rows of warriors could be brandished like a delicate machine tool. This wasn't a realm that a novice on the battlefield could reach. He wasn't an experienced veteran who had killed many people, so it was impossible for him to have such strict coordination.

After fighting back and forth, they had only taken more than ten steps, and the group of knife drawing team s had already succeeded in taking control of the situation on the west side of the battlefield. The more than two hundred dead Austrian Army enemies on the west side had already begun to show signs of collapsing morale.

”Damn it!” Yepingtai, you can do it, when Prime Minister first established the Foreign Legion, I was still opposed to it. ”Hahaha, when we get back alive, I'll treat you guys to wine …”

Dragon Lord looked at the trembling Austrian Army soldiers who were retreating, and he couldn't stop laughing. He had completely forgotten about the last barrier in Foreign Legion's heart.