"I want to go up to the dam!"

Zhao Yang smashed the wine jar with a "pop", looked at the flowing clouds in the sky, and roared wildly.

No one responded except for the whistling wind.

With a gritted teeth, he reached out to grab the ragged armor, turned around and rushed towards the military tent in the middle of the camp.

"General Yao, I want to go to the embankment!"

After lifting the curtain, Zhao Yang strode in.

"I can't stand this loneliness, and I can't stand this depression. What can you do?" In the big tent, Yao Guangcheng was sitting upright. Several worshippers below closed their eyes and focused their minds without even raising their heads.

"Haha, when fighting, people will die." Mu Chengzi, who was steaming with spiritual energy, did not open his eyes, but just spoke softly: "The white bone beach and the tombstone embankment are piled up by dead people."

"Why do you want them to die? They could not have died!" Zhao Yang's face was still stained with wine and he roared wildly: "Even if you raise a Gu, you don't need to be so cruel!"

" Raise Gu?" Yao Guangcheng, who was in the head, snorted coldly: "You Zhao Yang has not become the Gu King yet, so you are not qualified to say this."

Speaking of this, he looked at Zhao Yang and said earnestly: "You live well. If you have such thoughts in a thousand years, who can stop you from letting go of your actions?"

Thousands of years later?

Seeing everyone around you die and then live forever? Thinking of that loneliness, Zhao Yang felt cold all over.

Practice and immortality are like this kind of sitting high in the sky, looking at it coldly for a long time?

Such immortality is better than death...

"Zhao Yang!"

At this moment, a loud shout made Zhao Yang tremble all over, and a cold sweat instantly wet his clothes.

Yao Guangcheng's spiritual power turned into a light shield, covering him tightly.

Above Zhao Yang's head, an illusory octopus waved his arm and tried hard to rush into his head.

"drink--"

Zhao Yang shouted loudly, and the soul roaring technique was activated. The octopus body stiffened, and was pulled, wrapped, and pressed into pieces by Yao Guangcheng's spiritual power.

"You understand. If you weren't in the camp and had blood pressure on your qi, Zhao Yang would have been hooked up by the demon clan and exploded and died." Withdrawing his spiritual power, Yao Guangcheng looked at Zhao Yang and said lightly.

Death after explosion?

Zhao Yang was stunned and recalled that he suddenly became out of control after seeing Sun Wannian's broken armor.

In other words, the demon clan had already planned it before and was here for him.

"The eighth place in the list of the ultimate kills, the credit for killing you will be worth tens of millions of yuan." Mu Chengzi opened his eyes and looked up and down at Zhao Yang. Seeing that his expression had returned to normal, he nodded slightly.

"I understand..." Zhao Yang whispered to himself and nodded.

Seeing that Zhao Yang finally woke up, everyone in the tent showed a look of relief.

"It can make you understand that Sun Wannian and the others' sacrifices are also considered--" Before Yao Guangcheng could finish his words, Zhao Yang raised his head and his eyes flashed.

"I want to go up to the dam!"

The smiles of the crowd froze on their faces.

Yao Guangcheng pointed at Zhao Yang's nose in anger: "Why are you--"

"Does Junhou know that I am here?" Zhao Yang asked calmly as he looked at Yao Guangcheng.

Yao Guangcheng was slightly stunned and nodded.

"Did Lord Junhou have strict orders for me not to go to the embankment?" Zhao Yang asked again.

Yao Guangcheng shook his head, his expression changed slightly. The faces of the other people in the big tent also showed a deep thought.

"If you don't go through bloody battles, you can't become a general." Zhao Yang's face looked solemn and said loudly: "Wait in the camp, even if others die. Even if I treat the wine and meat every day, I can't become an iron-blooded general."

In the big tent, everyone was silent.

Yao Guangcheng pondered for a moment, sighed softly, and whispered: "The Demon Clan's Desperate Killing List, that's not just a joke. If you go to the dam, you will become the target of the Demon Clan..."

"Sir, it was Sun Wannian who came up to the embankment." Zhao Yang reached out and spread the broken armor, put it on his body, took the broken helmet, and then took out the mask that Yao Guangcheng had handed to him and put it on his face.

"The last general is Sun Wannian, the commander of the first large battalion of the cyclone guard, has met the general!"

"Sun Wannian..." Yao Guangcheng looked at "Sun Wannian" in front of him, and his eyes showed confusion.

"Okay, Sun Wannian, you will lead the army to repair it for a day and garrison it on the embankment."

"The last general will take the order!" Zhao Yang clasped his fists and bowed to Yao Guangcheng and the black robe worshipers in the big tent, then turned around and strode away.

"Why--"

A few sighs came from the big tent.

———————"Brother Zhao, I, I can't..." He Shuangchi looked at "Sun Wannian" in front of him and waved his hands repeatedly.

"He Shuangchi, the first battalion of Zhurigu, is now in charge of Zhurigu's first battalion. This is an order." "Sun Wannian" threw a set of black armor into He Shuangchi's arms, turned around and left.

He Shuangchi held the armor in his hands and watched Zhao Yang walk away step by step. The rising sun shone on his body, and a golden light shone on him.

"Where is the cyclone guard--"

Zhao Yang shouted.

"The Tornado Guard is here!" Thousands of soldiers raised their arms and shouted.

"Follow me to go to war!"

Zhao Yang put his face on his face, reached out to hold the flag of the cyclone guard, and raised it high.

"Prince Sun..."

Looking at the armor on Zhao Yang, tears burst out from the eyes of the whirlwind guards. Everyone held the swords and guns in their hands, gritted their teeth, followed the flag, and ran towards the embankment.

"Tornado Guard is here to change the guards, brothers have worked hard!"

On the embankment, Zhao Yang reached out and inserted the flag of the cyclone guard high up, shouting loudly towards the soldiers on duty on the embankment.

"Sun..."

Several military generals on the embankment were shocked, and their eyes were staring at "Sun Wannian" whose face was covered with iron armor and masks.

"Brother Sun, take care of yourself!" The commander of the Green Wolf Guard with a curly bearded face gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, he reached out and clasped his fists, and strode down the embankment.

"Brother Sun, take care of yourself!"

"Brother Sun, take care of yourself!"

...

"Dong--"

"Dong--"

"Dong--"

"Sun Wannian" raised his head, looked at the demon army approaching ahead, and held a light black spear in his hand.

"Brothers, let me kill!"

"kill!"

A pillar of qi and blood smoke turned into a blood-colored barrier, spreading towards the white bone beach in front of it.

"boom--"

The army rushed down the embankment, rushed out of the white bone beach, collided with the dark waves, the bright red barrier twisted, the waves turned back, and a huge roar came from.

"It will be a military courage, it is true..."

Over the embankment, Mu Chengzi, wearing a black robe, whispered.

Yao Guangcheng, who was beside him, nodded.

"General, do you think that Lord Junhou really has the intention of using a large army to train Zhao Yang?" Mu Chengzi looked at the battlefield fighting in front of him and spoke in a low voice.

"If we can refine another Liu Qilin, even if our camp is dead, it is worth it..." Yao Guangcheng's expressionless face, a big sword flashed in his palm, and a five-meter-high figure behind him was displayed.
Chapter completed!