Chapter 732： The end of the war (3) (2/2)
Want to let it help train her soldiers? !
”You are a joke, but it is not funny at all...” The mouth of the scorpion was slightly twitching, and it fell into the hands of the monsoon smoke. It never had a good day. Nowadays, the meaning of the monsoon smoke is clearly Bring it back to your camp and let it accompany the recruits to train...
The commander of the demon army of the demon, even fell to this point, the calamus almost did not have a blood spurt out.
”You don't have a dream, I won't do anything for you.” The squid rubbed his teeth and rubbed the monsoon smoke. If it didn't beat her, it would have swallowed her up!
The monsoon smoked and looked at the calamus, and did not put the words of the calamus in my heart.
This idea is still inspired by her from the Imperial College. Was it the Imperial College that used this method to train students' combat effectiveness? She wants to give it a try now.
After making up his mind, the monsoon smoke immediately let Yang Lan tie the calamus and put it directly into the carriage. It is willing to be unwilling to pull back to the valley of the moon and say it!
In addition, the Three Armies have been ready to go, the Qingyi Army lost its leader, and they have sinned with the two armies. They did not dare to make more noises. When the Suijun and the Wolf Legion did not pay attention, they sneaked away.
The monsoon smoke rate of the Wolf Legion and the Suijun bid farewell, the three armed forces gathered together and dispersed at this moment.
In just one month, on the land of this rot-bone plain, it was full of wolves and wars.
The burial of the two annihilators is also doomed to this war will not be easily forgotten.
The monsoon smoke was the last to leave the camp. Before leaving, she stood at the entrance of the camp and looked at the already empty camp. In the meantime, she seemed to be able to see the gentle and graceful figure of Yang Lan standing in the camp. Say goodbye to her smile.
The eyes of the monsoon smoke sagged slightly, raising his hand and throwing the torch in his hand to the big camp, a fire, and burning clean.
Back to the raging fire, the monsoon smoke straddles Bai Ze, holding a sleepy little troup, leading the remaining more than 8,000 people of the Wolf Legion, and embarked on the way home.
The road is long, and the heat wave behind it dissipates with the wind. This is the first battle of the Wolf Legion, but it is also... the last battle...