Killers always hate Dawn the most, because Dawn always makes their bodies that have been lurking all night feel sore, and the mind that had been clear the moment before suddenly stagnated. The killer can't let himself relax a bit, so I don't know how many killers died in the dawn. Commanders don’t like dawn, because dawn always gives rise to an unrealistic hope, but facts often run counter to hope. Therefore, between dawn and the next dawn, he always sucks the blood of his comrades.
As a skilled killer and a fledgling commander, drinking blood really hates the waiting before dawn. Not to mention anything else, the upcoming battle is enough to be annoying. There is no supply, no medicine, no reserve team, no intelligence, and even the confidence to support the morale of the soldiers. Not only did the soldiers lack confidence, nor did he himself.
How to fight such a battle! Drinking blood irritably revealed a three-inch-long blade, and the faint bloody smell from the Dragon Tooth Sword seemed to be a powerful tranquilizer, calming the moment of irritability. There are still more than 60 people in my hands. Fortunately, there are no serious wounded among them. All of them are warriors who are full of blood. They are so different from the previous day. They are no longer embroidered with fists. The children of the aristocratic family, they are fighters. They have to rely on their every bit of potential to fight in these 100,000 mountains, use weapons in their hands, use every inch of their body, and destroy the enemy with indelible will. They want to survive. .
In such a torrential dawn, Drinking Blood made a wise decision. Their goal in battle was not how to kill the enemy, but how to find the base camp alive, because he was sensitively aware that now he really has no chance of winning. Of course, the enemy does not have much chance of winning. His people and those who die are all chess pieces, but the chess player is a stubborn child who is controlling the development of the chess game without any rules. Before they find a way to control the game, the only thing they can do is not to be abandoned because of the whim of the player. There is no way to make this player called "natural" moody
For a soldier, to live is to fight. I don't know how many times I have heard this famous saying when drinking blood, but now he is more aware that as a person, fighting is to live.
Drinking blood quietly put on his coat and took out the soaked cigarette. Naturally he didn't dare to light it. He took the tobacco out and threw it into his mouth, chewed hard, and quickly frowned. Nicotine does have a miraculous effect, at least, I feel more awake after drinking blood. He raised his hand to look at the tactical watch, and sure enough, at five forty, the dawn had passed.
The torrential rain outside was a little bit lighter, and the mud on the ground was thick and sticky. Of course, there was no way to conceal the whereabouts, and of course there was no need to conceal it. Drinking blood made people wake up the coalition brothers who were still sleeping. They found a big tree that could shelter from the rain, and ate a cooked breakfast that was indistinguishable from the content. And several safe wild vegetables, of course, including the collection of drinking blood, a small bag of salt), and then stand sparsely in columns, preparing for a meaningless pre-war mobilization.
Drinking blood frowned as he watched the unarmed team, but the fatigue on the faces of the soldiers extinguished his anger, it was not easy to survive, and other unrealistic things should be forgotten. He wiped the rain off his face, stood calmly in front of the team, and made a quiet gesture.
At first, everyone didn't have the strength to tease, and it took a mood to speak. At this time, the sixty-odd people were surprisingly quiet, only to hear the short gasps of the wounded and the sound of pattering rain.
"Today, there are no elders and inferiorities, and no distinctions between sects. I believe that everyone has grown a lot from yesterday's melee. Or, more or less thinking about what we are doing? Why do you sweat and bleed in these 100,000 mountains? Why can't you have breakfast, read a few newspapers, play card games, and surf the Internet comfortably at home.
That's right, I dare to say frankly to you here that when this coalition was just formed, I looked down on most of the people in this team! Of course you are among them. To be honest, you guys come from a family of martial arts, with solid basic skills and fancy moves, but the most important point is that you don’t have it. You lack the murderous aura of a fighter! You have never seen blood, never killed anyone! "
Perhaps half a month ago, the vast majority of the people in this team would stand up to refute the blood-drinking rants, but after the bloody battle of the past few days, they have become much calmer, or more numb. Up. That's right, people know themselves, even if they drink blood, they also know that they may be the winners in the arena, but they will never be able to compete with opponents of the same level as Suomen.
However, this expedition of Dai Junchou gave them a chance. They grew from a warrior with fists and legs to a brave warrior. This may not be what they wanted, but it has become a reality.
Drinking blood received a satisfactory answer from everyone's thoughtful eyes. This team finally has its own soul, with the mind and judgment that belong to the master, don't look at the more than sixty teams who are all injured. , Looked tired, drinking blood to confirm that the fighting power they could erupt far exceeded the initial army of hundreds of people.
"Then let's talk about the question just now. What are we expedition for? Don't be afraid of everyone's contempt. Suomen owes a favor to the monarch. He also hopes to return to his homeland through this expedition and recognize his ancestors." Everyone knows this. Suomen does some shameful livelihoods, and the tree attracts the wind. If there is no gold medal in Longshuo, he would not dare to open his branches and leaves. "The previous Gaobuying old man and Feng had a new year relationship, and the relationship has always been extraordinary. The princess of Tang Sect is the righteous sister of Dai Juncai, and the purple pupil of Gu Sect is for the unfortunate death of Juncai. The salesman can smell it. For business opportunities, the brothers of Pirates are just like me. They are also to rectify their names. As for the friends of Wudang Shaolin, they may be for a piece of the pie, or for the momentum, or there may be other reasons I don’t know, but who Don't come and tell me nonsense such as "This is for the justice of the rivers and lakes", go to the rivers and lakes for justice!" The blood-drinking voice rose eight degrees in vain, and repeated it again, "Go to the rivers and lakes for justice!"
Everyone was stunned, but they reacted in an instant, and then roared: "Fuck him justice!" That's right, the so-called justice in the world, the so-called justice in the world are just the rhetoric of the novelist. They are in the arena, but they have been Did not find the so-called morality.