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Chapter 23(2/2)

The Turkic military advisor said with a tough bullet.

"Not worth worrying?"

"A ghost-faced general killed nearly 10,000 Turkic warriors."

"Now two ghost-faced generals dare to break into my Turkic camp? What if there are ten? Can I still keep my head?"

Jie Li Khan was like a crazy lion? He roared with grin.

The military advisor and the generals around him instantly got their heads down.

I never dared to look at Jie Li Khan's cold gaze again.

"Dare to break into my camp? This person must die!"

"If you kill the general of the ghost face, I will let him be your son-in-law!"

As soon as these words came out, the Turkic generals around him couldn't help but lit up.

The Turkic princess is a fairy on the grassland.

He is the goddess in the dreams of all Turkic barbarians.

If you can get the Turkic princess? It is equivalent to getting the entire grassland.

Especially the princess’s wonderful figure? Not to mention possession.

Even if you come up to take a look? It will be enough to make everyone orgasm!

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under heavy rewards.

What's more, this is a great reward for both wealth and sex.

It's enough to make all the Turkic barbarians crazy!

"Please rest assured by Khan, I'm going to settle the head of the Ghost Face General!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the generals around him cast angry eyes.

"I am the god of war in the grassland! The ghost-faced general's head is mine!"

"No one is snatching me, I'm going to make up my mind!"

The Turkic leaders around him shouted.

Each one is determined to win!

When Jie Li Khan saw this scene, he couldn't help but laugh to the sky.

This is what the grassland warriors should look like.

This is the picture he wants to see the most!

...

Zhao Can ran away? He fled back to Yunzhou in one breath.

But there were less than a hundred dead soldiers who came back with him.

The system just rewarded him with 300 death warriors? Now he has lost all of them.

This bastard is such a fucking loser!

Seeing the few dead men left, the prodigal bastard felt very regretful.

But now that things have come to this point, how can I give him the medicine for regret?

"I'm reckless in this battle."

Zhao Can said in great guilt at the scarred dead man.

"We are willing to follow our master to the death!"
Chapter completed!
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