Chapter 693： Heart of anger (4) (1/2)
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As for Situ, the victory is close at hand, at this time... the Sui Army and the Wolf Legion have become his stumbling blocks.
Only the Sui and the Wolf Legion will be sent to the dead, and the battle for the recapture will be his own!
Linghe’s words made the surrounding Wolf Legionnaires feel chilling. They were all new recruits who had just joined the army. Where would they think that there would be such a madness in the sacred and tall army.
The soldiers of the squadron were quiet at this moment, but each of their eyes seemed to be soaked in blood, red and shining, and the eyes were shining like a beast.
”The Qingjun Army...Situ Tuo...the army is not wearing the sky with them!”
”We have to avenge the general!!”
Sadness turned into anger at this moment. Because the number of the squadron was far more than that of the Wolf Legion, the loss was the most serious in the explosion of the Qingyan Army. Many of them survived the explosion, even if Linghe Do not say, they also know that all this is the ghost of the Qingjun army!
The sorrowful hatred and the intense killing of the soldiers of the Sui Army were intertwined in the dim tunnel, and everyone in the Wolf Legion focused their attention on the monsoon smoke.
At this moment, the enemies they are facing are no longer just as simple as the Yaozu, and there are more horrible Qingjun troops than the Yaozu, and a Situ 跋 who burys more than 100,000 soldiers with black gunpowder for the sake of warfare!
”General, what do you think?” Ling He did not dare to make a decision easily. He felt the anger of the army, as he hated the Qingjun army during this time.
The expression of the monsoon smoke is cold like ice. Her sharp eyes swept over the group of troops that gathered together. In amazement, she put away the evil sword in her hand and put Yang Yu’s heavy dust. The sword is cleaned.
When the dust was wiped out, the cold eagle appeared, and the sharp epee reflected the fire in the tunnel, and the fire printed the eyes of the monsoon smoke.