Chapter 693: Heart of anger (4)

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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.
"The brothers of the army, General Yang's blood debt, I will come back for him." The cold wind of the monsoon echoed in everyone's ears at this moment.
Although there was not much time with Yang Lan, but the monsoon smoked the heart and respected the highly qualified general. Yang Lan did not spare any effort to teach the monsoon smoke about everything that marched in the march. In the case of Ji Fengyan, It is as respectful as half a master.
Of course...
The Qing dynasty army pit has harmed Yang Lan, this blood debt, it is necessary to pay blood debt!
The breath of the monsoon smoke infected all the soldiers present. The army wiped away the tears in the corners of the eyes and looked at the monsoon smoke firmly.
"The season general, from now on, we will listen to all your arrangements." A general of the army took a step forward and bowed deeply against the monsoon smoke.
"Please ask the General of the season to avenge our general!"
"Please season general, revenge for the general!!"
A scream of screaming sounds from the squadron, and all the soldiers present at the squadron bent down the straight waist of the monsoon smoke.
"I will." Monsoon smoke eyes slightly picked up.
New hatred and old hate, this account of her and the Qingjun army, it is necessary to be in this battle, one by one to get back!
"Everyone is dressed up, go with me into the tunnel, disobey the thief!" The monsoon smoke slightly lifted his chin, and his eyes were filled with unwavering coldness.