Chapter 135: Life and Death Struggle  (3)

The slaves were in full bloom.

Even they themselves did not expect that they could survive such a battle, and their bodies were covered with the blood of the enemy!

Scars?

That doesn't care. For every man who is strong on the wasteland, scars represent their own medal. The more scars, the more respect they can gain. After knowing that the enemy is not as terrible as they imagined, the blood in the slaves' bodies boiled quietly.

Maybe I still had some fatigue before, maybe I was still a little scared before, but now I have nothing left.

yes.

The number of enemies is more than ten times that of you, and you are killed by yourself and you are alive and you are afraid of what else?

"Look!"

Yang Dashuan's destroyer was rising in the air, moving from time to time, pointing to the natives or priest soldiers standing on the periphery.

The guys who were pointed to see the direction of the axe and couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts, their whole body trembled, and they hurriedly shrank into the crowd.

"They are afraid of you. Even these little bastards dare to call themselves the warriors of the Principality? Even these poor guys dare to call themselves the largest robber tribe on the extinction wasteland?" Yang Dashuan couldn't help but sneer. "Tell me, who is the owner of this wasteland!"

"Lord, our lord, our lord!" A roar burst out from the depths of the souls broke out among the slaves. They raised the weapons in their hands high, pulled their throats, and shouted desperately.

"very good!"

Yang Dashuan couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. "Then tell me, without my permission, can they step into this wasteland?"

"cannot!"

"Our master is the master of the extinct wasteland!"

The shouts rushed into the sky.

After rushing through the accumulated corpses, they reached the ears of the indigenous people and the public team.

Bang!

Kefiel, who had just taken a breath, fell from the chair and fell to the ground. His face was so pale that it was as if he had applied a layer of frost.

Several soldiers rushed to help Kefiel up from the ground, and the fifty-year-old count still couldn't help trembling. His hands were like convulsing after being epilepsy, pointing to the place where the shouts came, and refused to move them away.

"Treason, puppet army! Roger actually dared to publicly treason and declare that the extermination of the wasteland belongs to his territory!" Kefir was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. He swept away the magician who wanted to rush up to block his mouth. "I want to kill him, I want to return to the principality, I want to report to His Majesty the Regent. Hang this treason guy and nailed to the stolen rack."

"If we can go back alive!" the soldier next to him muttered in a low voice.

"Let's retreat!"

Kefiel sat back on the chair angrily and declared the defeat of the battle to his soldiers. "I will come back in a month! Since ten wings can't kill him, I will bring twenty wings. If twenty wings don't work, I will lead thirty wings! Roger, I want to kill you!"

Thirty corpses, a total of 90,000 people!

There are often only two types of people who dare to make such words, either Tpur or a fool.

Unfortunately, Kefiel is between these two people.

The reason why Boer forced him was that he did have arrogant capital and arrogance. Because his Baxia Shang Group was the largest merchant group in the entire principality, and more than 30% of the taxes in the country were handed over to the Principality of Edfran. For Kefire, recruiting thirty soldiers in the regiment was just a year less gold, which was simply easy to get.

But the reason for being very stupid is that he shouldn't say it here.

No matter how this guy scolded him in his heart, it was his business, but he just said so loudly.

It seems that God will make people mess with them.

Just as Kefiel said this, not only the soldiers of the Public* Team became quiet, but even the natives became quiet for the first time.

The hills opposite the side of the sandwich happened to be an echo valley. Not only did it not weaken Kefir's voice, but it was circulating back and forth between the two sides of the mountain again and again.

"I want to fuck you to death, I want to fuck you to death, I want to fuck you to death..."

When Yang Dashuan heard this, the smile on his face suddenly seemed like a blooming flower.

Posaya covered her mouth and kept laughing, and the slaves were laughing, but they were not as blatant as Posaya. The slaves all knew that their lords would laugh in addition to being in a particularly good mood, but also when they were in a particularly bad mood. This kind of smile was often accompanied by blood. Seeing the lord laughing, the slaves couldn't help swallowing saliva. Everyone began to sit up straight, and no one dared to touch Yang Dashuan's bad head without eyes when he was angry.

This is seeking death!

With a smile, Yang Dashuan couldn't help but squint his eyes.

He immediately discovered where the sound came.

Da Taibao couldn't help it anymore, so he picked up his sleeves and rushed forward.

"What are you doing?" Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes and called out the impulsive centaur.

"I'm going to kill this bastard. I'm going to pull out his tongue and tear off his mouth!" The centaur spitted hard, and his hooves strapped on the stone under his feet. The stone, which was as big as a palm, was stepped into powder by him.

Yang Dashuan snorted coldly and said nothing.

Although I just said the Principal Warriors and the Wasteland natives just now, this does not mean that just relying on Da Taibao alone is enough to force Boole to kill a round trip from the opponent's camp alone and cut off the head of the caller. It is okay to despise the enemy, but it is absolutely impossible to despise the enemy.

What's more, the wasteland natives were still staring at this place with a fierce look.

Although Yang Dashuan has a big appetite, his teeth are not very good. It is unrealistic to swallow these two troops at the same time this time. Although the slaves did not suffer much casualties, they consumed too much physical strength after the battle just now. If this continues, casualties will occur. And what really made Yang Dashuan afraid of was not the natives of the wasteland beside him, but the huntress who was still in his territory who was still in his territory!

Xiangshuai, this guy, must be careful about him.

If the slaves were injured too seriously here, not only would the four bird-winged crossbows that were obtained could not be kept, but other worse situations would occur. Yang Dashuan suddenly remembered what a sage once said - to bear for a moment, calm the waves. Take a step back and the sea will be ruined!

"Master, those natives want to escape? I'll take people to chase!"

Thad put his feet on his feet and saw that the robbers were actually running away. He swallowed and spitted, shook his head and picked up the mace and was about to leave. Several tauren blacksmiths were eager to try and followed with hammers.

"Master, those public teams are going to escape!" The centaur on the side couldn't help but scream.

Yang Dashuan was stunned and actually fled? And they all fled to both sides. With the little force at his hands, he was only enough to chase the people on one side. Who did he chase? It seemed that Kefir's words just now made the natives understand. Now it is the best to preserve their strength. Because the third party suddenly appeared in the middle, Maple Leaf Town, the battle ended early and became an endgame.

Yang Dashuan looked at the two teams that started to retreat at the same time and couldn't help but be stunned.

If I had known Xiang Shuai would come with me!

No matter what you say now, this is a troublesome thing.

If Kefir is allowed to return to the principality, then with his financial resources, he will definitely make a comeback in a few months. At that time, it is impossible to say whether there are ten, twenty, or thirty soldiers in the corps. I am afraid that the territory will be really flattened by him by then. Moreover, this guy was scolding himself like this before, no matter what, Yang Dashuan couldn't swallow his breath.

As for the natives of the wasteland, they are just a cancer that grows around them.

Especially the demon leader of this tribe, he is the core of this cancer. If you don’t find a way to get rid of him, in a few months, this robber tribe will once again become a difficult source of harm on the wasteland.

It would be great if Xiang Shuai was here.

They came specifically to deal with this robber tribe composed of demon leaders. If they were here, they would never let this indigenous tribe escape. Although they would have lost half of their benefits, they would not be able to watch one side escape like they are now, and they would be given time to grow and grow again.

"Male Gobi!" Yang Dashuan couldn't help but curse fiercely again, "No, I can't delay it anymore." If I delay it any longer, maybe both sides will run away. Although the current situation is no longer under control, Lao Yang cannot let both sides go.

But who should we pursue?

"Master, they are almost walking, let's chase!" The slaves urged Yang Dashuan on the side.

Chasing you is paralyzed!

Yang Dashuan really wants to beat him up, who will he chase after?

He blinked his eyes, looked at the natives who fled in panic, and then looked at the public team that had retreated in full swing.

But if you don’t chase after it, you might never catch up.

"Brothers, scout guys! Chase the Public** team!"
Chapter completed!