"Are you ready?" He looked at the 1,500 people standing behind him, standing in the night, like a 1,500 evil wolf!

They are of Hu blood, have natural warlike genes, and are all young, and on average, they are only twenty-five years old. Such young people are the most newborn calf and are not afraid of tigers.

"Back to my sir, you're ready!"

"We are ready!" Fifteen appointed young commanders shouted softly, looking at the front of the Shura Field, secretly clasped the long sword, with a manic fighting spirit burning in their eyes!

They don’t care about death, they only know that they will be promoted and made a fortune, and make a name for themselves tonight!

"Very good!" Zhou Jian nodded, and then slowly pulled out the golden knife from his waist.

One thousand five hundred people behind him did as they did, pulling out the unique scimitars of the grassland, making a roar, extremely sharp, and shining with a terrifying light under the night.

As Zhou Jian's waist and back were bowed on his horse, everyone was ready to go, and in an instant, the air was about to freeze.

Zhou Jian's eyes were like a knife, locking in the black tiger tightly. As long as he was cut off, he would definitely win a great victory tonight.

"kill!"

"Cut the flag with me!" He shouted, with a kind of iron-blooded temperament on his body. Tonight he must lead the team and make the final decision!

"yes!"

Boom... Suddenly, 1,500 people, like a sharp knife, penetrated hard into the enemy's chest!

But at this moment, the enemy did not pay any attention to these 1,500 people. After all, there were so few people, they didn’t pay any attention to it!

But soon, they paid a heavy price for their carelessness!

With Zhou Jian's roar, the chicken blood of 1,500 people was ignited to the extreme: "The brave will win when we meet on a narrow road! High officials and generous salaries are right in front of us!!"

Let me ask the man, who received a high official position and a generous salary, said this in front of him.

Boom!!

The young and strong sect, who were ignited for fighting spirit and were extremely crazy, showed their ruthlessness to be afraid of death and plunged into the vast ocean of the enemy.

Bang bang bang bang!!

The two armies collided, the war horses neighed and fell to the ground with a bang.

It was visible to the naked eye that blood mist was splattering, and the terrifying screams surged in an instant.

"Kill, kill!"

Puff puff puff!

The more than a thousand people led by fifteen people were simply emotional killing machines. They took action wildly, their morale was high, and they were not afraid of life and death.

Even if they were dragged off their war horses, they could strangle an enemy while they were crawling. They were young and not afraid of death. They really became the winning weapon against the three tribes of Montenegro.

With just one encounter, the enemy's murdered person was overturned, and Zhou Jian led his men straight in, like a spear, rigorously tearing open the enemy's defense.

When they realized it was too late!

One thousand five hundred people were as powerful as bamboo, and the corpses formed a mountain of corpses passed by.

"Son of a bitch!"

"What's going on?" Chief Shufeng roared, why was he attacked by the enemy?
Chapter completed!