Zhao Lang and Wang Jian stood at a high place, and the Mohist Juzi and Kong Jia were also among the crowd.

"Lang'er, who do you think will win this time?"

Wang Jian asked with a smile.

Zhao Lang looked at the situation and said,

"Of course they will win if they die."

Wang Jian did not comment first, but asked Wang Li,

"Li'er, what do you think?"

Wang Li frowned and said,

"Fuck them even though they train hard."

"But after all, their foundation is too weak. Mengzhi and the others have been strong and well-trained since they were young. They are not comparable to these farm boys."

"So, I think Mengzhi and the others will win."

Zhao Lang knew that Wang Li was telling the truth.

Just looking at the body shape, you can tell that there is actually not much difference in age between the two parties.

But there is a big difference in height and weight.

Wang Jian also nodded and asked Zhao Lang again,

"Lang'er, what do you think now?"

This way of asking is a bit long-winded.

But Wang Jian's purpose was to guide Zhao Lang and Wang Li to think on their own and find their own way of leading troops.

Zhao Lang said without any hesitation,

"I still think to hell they're going to win."

"oh?"

Wang Jian let out a surprised sound.

"Because damn they have something these people don't have,"

Zhao Lang looked at the young men who were thin but extremely neat and orderly, and said lightly,

"They are energetic and hopeful."

"Of course, more importantly, they have seen blood."

Wang Jian suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before I could say anything, bursts of roars erupted from the ground!
Chapter completed!