The leaders of dozens of southern Xinjiang bandits quickly found themselves a way to escape.

Long Haoxuan slowly stood up straight and looked straight ahead.

"My appeal is simple."

"Hand over my brother Yu!"

"If you don't know about this, then call the people who know about it."

"Otherwise, next time, I'll let you have a taste of tanks."

Long Haoxuan held the horizontal sword in his hand and said calmly.

Everyone looked at the raised cannon barrel and couldn't help but feel numb.

Even though they have 70,000 people at this time, facing the Yuxuan Alliance's 200,000 troops, the gap is not even a tiny bit.

What's more, the Yuxuan Alliance is well-equipped and has fucking tanks at its side. How the hell are they supposed to fight this?

"Wait a minute, we're going to find Deqin right now!"

The middle-aged man from Southern Xinjiang gritted his teeth and had to bow his head temporarily.

At this time, a large number of people came again from the distance.

It was a large area of ​​darkness, and at a rough glance, the number of people there was probably no less than 50,000.

A large flag was erected on a military pickup truck at the front.

On the big flag, the word Deqin is very conspicuous.

Everyone immediately shut up, the real owner finally arrived.
Chapter completed!