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Chapter 134 0133: Killing or Conquest

Tu Zhanwa stripped off Luo Kaduo's equipment.

The armor was too delicate, so he only put on the fleece jacket.

Food and clothing are very precious on the northern battlefield.

But the Qi Bing apostles have been advancing along a fixed route for a long time, and the things they have accumulated can be enjoyed by hundreds of people without restraint. It is a customary rule to squander all the supplies before launching the final decisive battle.

The paint ice apostle's team gathered here.

The sound of hungry and thirsty gnawing came one after another, and there was no drinking and talking, let alone singing and dancing. Everyone guarded the circled bonfire and glanced at their companions with jealousy from the corner of their eyes.

behind them...

The plain is full of corpses and rivers of blood, wild animals want to compete with giant birds for food, not only that, but also beware of those strong men who pass by, this group of people will join the fight if they are not sure, and brandish their knives to kill them all. become food.

Tu Zhanwa naturally sat in the center.

The sentinels raised a blood-painted scarf, and with it marked the leader's position on the open plain.

The team returning from defeat can be seen at a glance.

They have to come over, report the number of people, and at the same time identify the leader.

If anyone feels unconvinced, they can initiate a challenge under the scarf and use their strength to fight for the right to speak.

This Lacquer Ice Apostle follows an ancient tradition.

Tu Zhanwa was using a nail-headed ax to break through the breastplate of a heavy cavalry leader. The power he controlled was as deep as a ravine, and after a few rounds of fighting, he smashed the opponent's head into mud.

The bigger the team that gathers, the more challenges he faces.

At first, he was a reckless jumping clown, and later he faced a few ex-mercenaries with good skills. Now, the famous Qi Bing apostle has also stepped into the challenge area.

Tu Zhanwa remained silent.

He encountered countless killing moves, but no matter what kind of villain he was, he couldn't kill him. The aura of "death should not die" began to pile up on him.

On the wasteland, the painted ice apostles were in groups.

Tuzhanwa waited until the rain stopped, waited until the night was dark, and waited until the dawn dawned... Unfortunately, no one can bestow death on himself.

He looked around, and wherever his eyes went, the Qi Bing apostles were all nervous and restrained.

Da da da.

Tu Zhanwa's combat boots trampled on the bloody water that reached to his bare feet.

Dead bodies were piled up around the challenge area to form a dam, the snow was melted, and pink thin ice condensed again in the cold wind.

Many of these guys who wanted to seize the command were once leaders of a branch echelon of the Qi Bing Apostles, just like Tu Zhanwa.

The reasons for the defeat were varied.

Some people encountered a surprise attack when attacking the village. The mercenary team likes to take advantage of the chaos to attack the Qi Bing apostle. On the one hand, it is to earn prestige in the northern border, on the other hand...

The bounty for the Qi Bing Apostle is very considerable, and everyone wants to try their luck.

Of course, their greatest threat is the Horde.

Every spring, many soldiers in the northern border will participate in the siege of the Qi Bing apostle. It is said that [Iron Totem] can receive rewards in many camps in the northern border. Save a handsome commission.

But in the final battle.

The Qi Bing apostles will gather together, choose a leader, and launch a martyrdom campaign until death!

At this time, no one will touch the mold.

Palotus understood a truth better than experienced hunters, animals that were dying were the most aggressive, especially this group of beasts were bloodthirsty and crazy.

The first ray of morning light breaks through the thick clouds.

Tu Zhanwa knew that the time was up, so he stepped on the steps piled up with corpses, looked down at the crowd and said, "I know, you want to seize the command and then take revenge."

The Qi Bing apostles in front of him were divided into several groups.

Although they all quietly waited for the lecture, there was a guy standing upright in front of every group of soldiers,

Tattooed, dark skin, blue pupils, exuding anger.

Their eyes were fixed on Tu Zhanwa, as long as the leader showed a little timidity, a group of wild dogs would tear him off the throne.

There is no plan to cut tiles.

With a calm tone and firm eyes, he said: "You once spread my story and wanted to know the source of my strength."

More Qi Bing apostles raised their necks.

"I have a hunch that my end is ahead, so I will share this power with you now." Tu Zhanwa said.

When the iron cavalry in southern Xinjiang trampled on the bones of his compatriots, he was helpless.

He was speechless when King Lion challenged the tribe's trust.

He felt hopeless when the bloody nightmare repeated itself.

Tu Zhanwa calmly uncovered his own scars, this act of showing weakness actually reveals decisive courage.

Many people present were touched by the words in it.

It's true that the Qi Bing apostles are all lunatics.

But those who are born with bloodthirsty are a minority after all. After gradually giving up hope, many people choose to use slaughter to vent, and use pain and false dogma to paralyze themselves.

"You all forgot..."

Tu Zhanwa said. "What is the source of your hatred, who is the pusher who drove you into the abyss?"

"I remember."

Tu Zhanwa's only remaining right eye trembled slightly.

"I can still recall the emblem with intertwined shields and swords, and the playful laughter of the people in Nanjiang. Anyone can draw the end for me, but the people in Nanjiang can't do it!"

He gritted his teeth, blood foam splashed out from the gap, and roared with hatred:

"I can not be reconciled!"

Tu Zhanwa raised his nail-headed ax and pointed at the pass of Qiuming Ancient Road.

The group of strong men wearing animal-shaped helmets turned around one after another. They gathered the reins and stepped on the embers of the campfire. Their beards and blood-stained faces were covered with blue eyes—the blessing of allegiance to death. .

However, Tu Zhanwa's eyes returned to their former color.

He rejected the established destination and chose to use his own strength to overthrow the fate. Even if he was still buried under the ax this time, he would cut off the hypocritical masks of the people in southern Xinjiang.

"Ahead, there is a very special tribe... Zhan Jing is actually a southerner!"

Tu Zhanwa told the whole thing.

Qi Bing's apostles had different expressions. Some of them, like Tu Zhanwa, had been invaded by the southern border kingdoms. Many of them even served as slaves in the southern border army tents and suffered torture and devastation.

Only those who have experienced the cultural differences between the North and the South will understand: those scheming guys are thinking about occupying the North all the time.

"I absolutely can't bear it. There are southerners who lead the children of ice and snow on the land of Palotusbi. Even if the old gods spurn our souls, they will crush such guys on the road to martyrdom!"

Tu Zhanwa finally finished his speech.

This was his first time, like a real leader, to mobilize the Qi Bing apostles before the battle, and the group of lunatics around them felt eager to move about this familiar yet unfamiliar ritual.

The wildness was provoked, the killing intent boiled, and the troops officially set out.

In the heart of Apostle Qi Bing, for the first time, the sense of responsibility for conquest was mixed with the madness of killing.

(End of this chapter)