Heroes, a nation with ambition and a future has never lacked the existence of heroes.

Having heroes shows that this nation still has hope and future.

This is one of the reasons why Soku cried. When he saw the hero, he also saw the hope of the country and nation.

Of course, he felt more sad and regretful because he lost a hero.

"General, it would be great if we had advanced weapons."

A general next to him swallowed even more: "With advanced weapons, we can easily destroy the bunker, and we don't need the flesh and blood of the warrior to blow it up, and sacrifice our heroes in vain."

Soku nodded in agreement: "Yes, we are too behind, but we must believe that everything will become better. As long as our nation does not fall, it will definitely become better. Let's work together.

Now, follow me in!"

After saying this, Soku took the lead, picked up a submachine gun and rushed out.

The guards were so scared that they rushed up and surrounded Suoku to protect him: "General, it's too dangerous, let's go."

"What's the danger? My soldiers are not afraid. Will I be afraid? Kill me and don't leave any one!"

Suoku's eyes were also bloody and murderous intent was overwhelming.

"Yes, kill..."

The shouts of killing were deafening for a moment and resounded throughout the sky. This night was destined to be a night of killing.

Inspired by Soku's personal battle, the black soldiers were in high morale and launched a more crazier charge. The defense lines set up by the mercenaries and the surrendered guards were broken one by one under such a crazy attack.

...At the palace command center, Swico, the old mercenary leader, sat in the command room, feeling like the end of the world is coming.

The old guy looked at the battle map on the wall with a dull look, as if he didn't hear the sound of gunfires coming closer and closer outside. He just looked at it, staring blankly.

Suddenly, a mercenary covered in blood rushed in and reported with breath: "General, the niggers are all crazy. Our defense has been completely broken and cannot be defended."

Swico came back from his dullness and looked at the warrior covered in blood with indifferent eyes, with a flash of light flashing in his old eyes.

He didn't say anything, slowly stood up, walked slowly to the warrior, and calmly stretched out his hands to help the warrior tidy up his clothes.

"Are you scared?"

He asked softly.

After a moment of silence, the mercenary salute was saluted: "I wish to live and die with the general, and it is my honor to die in battle with the general."

Swico smiled slightly, smiling very comfortedly: "Okay, I deserve to be a veteran who follows me."

Go and bring that King Arnold.”

"yes."

The warrior turned around and left. After a while, the blood-covered warrior and two other soldiers took Arnold into the command office.

Arnold listened to the sound of gunfire outside and the screams outside, and knew what was going on, that was that Swico and his gang were under attack and they were going to be finished.

Seeing Arnold, Soku asked the soldiers to stand at the door and guard him. He walked to Arnold with a smile: "Dear King, I'm sorry, I didn't want to treat you like this, but I have no choice."

Arnold smiled coldly: "General, you actually have a choice, that is, surrender."

"Yeah?"

Swico laughed, smiling strangely.

After laughing, he spread his hands and sat down on a chair next to him: "Sorry, I, Swico, have never surrendered for decades since I debuted. Moreover, the soldiers outside you have already killed crazy and will not accept my surrender."

Arnold's eyes flashed: "So, General, what do you mean by bringing me here?

Do you want to kill me or make the final struggle?”

"Whether to kill you or not depends on how you and your soldiers perform."

Swico's smile closed: "Actually, I don't want to kill you, but if I'm really forced, I don't mind dying with you."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Arnold asked with a calm face.

"It's very simple, let you go out and order your soldiers to stop attacking."

Swico said calmly.

"Do you think they will listen to my words?"

Arnold asked rhetorically.

"It depends on your ability. If you listen, we can still live. If you don't listen, we will have to die together."

Swico shrugged and smiled strangely: "Your Majesty Arnold, you are still young and have a long way to go. It's really not worth it to die with us."

As soon as he said this, a sudden loud bang was heard, and a ball of fire exploded outside the door, and the explosion of air waves rushed into the office, causing the building to shake suddenly.

The mercenaries guarding the door changed their faces: "General, they have come here."

However, Swico still had a calm face.

"Tell the niggers outside with a loudspeaker that their king is here, and if you have the ability, you can kill him!"

Swico ordered coldly.

"yes."

A soldier took the order and turned around and was about to go out, but as soon as he stepped out of the door, a cold muzzle suddenly hit his forehead.

He didn't know when the gun appeared, as if he had been waiting at this door for a long time, just waiting for him to hit him.

"Bang."

Gunshots sounded, blood splashed, and people fell down.

The other two mercenaries at the door were first-class elites. They had already reacted as soon as the gunshots sounded, and the guns in their hands were pointed at outside and fired.

"Dada..."

The muzzle spewed out of flames, and bullets shot out, hitting the floor, sparks splashed, but a figure outside was already roaring in like a hurricane. The sharp dagger kissed the mercenary's throat with a cold light, bringing out a string of blood.

The gunshots came to an abrupt end, and the mercenary who fired the gun covered his throat and fell down with pain.

Another mercenary raised his hands high, because the cold muzzle pressed against his chin, and as long as he had a slight movement, the sharp bullet would penetrate his throat.

I promised not to be afraid of death, but when I really face death, how many people are willing to die, so it would be better to live.

Although Swico is old, he is still stronger and stronger. He has been on the battlefield for decades. At this time, he knows what to do. His gun has been pressed on Arnold's head, and then he looks at the tall figure, the strong and extraordinary Eastern Hole with a slightly surprised look.

Arnold was so excited that he trembled all over when he saw his tall figure: "Sir."

If Swico hadn't been pushed to his head with a gun, he would have pounced on him as soon as possible.

"Ha, I guess you are the famous Tianlang. I am honored to meet you, especially on such occasions."

Swico smiled and said hello to Yu Fei.

Yu Fei had a expressionless face: "Let's make an exchange, let's let Arnold go, I'll let your people go."

"Ha ha……."

Swico laughed: "Do you think it's possible?"

Yu Fei curled his lips and said to the mercenary with a sneer: "Look, in your general's eyes, your life is worthless at all, so it's useless to keep you."

"No……."

The mercenary trembled and wanted to say something, but there was no chance.

"Bang."
Chapter completed!