Wu Yun sat on the bed, her eyes scanning the room.

The room was simple, without too much furnishings, a few books, some knives and guns, and in addition, there was a blood-red battle robe.

The blood was real blood, hanging on the wall, dragging the ground, but there was no smell of blood on it.

"Is this his room? He couldn't bear to see me suffer in the desert, and brought me here in such a way, and I knew that he had mine in his heart. Wu Yun smiled happily, like a child who had just gotten candy.

To be able to sleep in this room, in this bed for one night, she was already very, very satisfied.

"It's the first time I've seen a prisoner like you, and I've been able to laugh when I've become a prisoner. ”

The door opened, and several men in uniform walked in.

"Don't lie to me, I know he brought me here. When will he come to see me?" asked Wu Yun.

These people are still acting, but a group of men who only know how to fight and kill can't act at all.

"Girl, you are being amorous, we caught you back for fishing. Your sweetheart is out fighting right now, but I can't predict if he will appear in front of you alive. General Lihuo said as he sat down with a swagger.

The attendant placed the food and drinks on the table.

"What did you say?" Wu Yun asked in a lost voice.

"Can't you hear the sound of the battle outside? girl, your sweetheart didn't even care for his life for you. Lihuo made a gesture of please: "Girl, to be a prisoner is to have the consciousness of being a prisoner, now you can serve me to eat." ”

"No way, you lied to me. ”

Wu Yun couldn't accept such a fact, and suddenly got up from the bed and walked outside.

Pushing open the door, dozens of snakes entrenched outside the door, spitting scarlet letters.

"Girl, you'd better be obedient and watch this battle with me, Lao Tzu disdains to use you against him. But if you don't listen, I'll change my mind.

I'll just say this once, how to measure it, you choose.

Now, come and pour General Ben a drink at once. Lihuo looked at Wu Yun with a smile.

... ...

Wu Heng now doubts that among the twelve bronze men, there are also traitors? The last traitor in the organization has never been found. But the twelve bronze men can't all be traitors.

This matter must be reported to the organization.

Soon, he retracted his thoughts, because Yang Mo was already very close to him.

"Wuheng, are you doing it yourself, or are you coming together?" Yang Mo asked indifferently.

The fight just now was just a warm-up, and those fists didn't cause him any substantial damage.

The battle has not yet begun.

"Come on, then. ”

Wu Heng shouted, and the clothes on his body were completely shattered, revealing his body full of scars.

He knew that he was not Yang Mo's opponent, but as the coach, he would never be able to retreat. Even if he loses half his life, he must compete with Yang Mo.

"Bloody. Come on!"

With his feet forced, Yang Mo stepped forward.

"Thousands of years, who can be eternal? ”

Wuheng's weapon was his fist, his body, in the face of Yang Mo's attack, he just used his fist to resist.

Every time it collided, Wuheng's body trembled. But he didn't take a step back, and immediately resisted with his fists.

Once, twice, scars began to appear on Wuheng's body, blood vessels bulged, and the whole person became more hideous.

In the room, Wu Yun tearfully smiled and poured wine and food for the fire.

She could hear the battle outside, but she couldn't see it.

Her mind was fluttering, it was a blood-soaked image.

But she couldn't help that person with anything right now. Back then, that person saved himself, and I don't know what price he paid. Today, he staged such a drama again, which put him in a desperate situation.

She could do nothing but remorse and self-blame.

Eighteen punches, each of which hit Wuheng's body, inflicting heavy blows on him.

After eighteen punches, Wuheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, knelt on the ground, his hands on the ground, and looked at Yang Mo.

"You're no match for me, get out of the way. Yang Mo said lightly.

This battle is inherently unfair.

"It's just the beginning!

Wuheng yelled at the sky, and the soldiers appeared in order, full of uniforms and sharp blades in their hands.

"Why bother? You fought with me, and you died in vain. Yang Mo sighed lightly.

These heroic men, dying in their own hands, are too unworthy. On the real battlefield, they can also be majestic on all sides.

"Blood Fiend, you should understand that the first rule of a soldier is to obey orders. Even if you die, you can't take half a step back. Kill me!"

"Kill!"

Thousands of people, like a tidal wave, swept towards Yang Mo.

"Well, since it has to be this way, let's get started. Yang Mo sighed lightly and pulled out the bloody blade from his waist.

Killing people, killing his colleagues? This is not the first time Yang Mo has done it, and he will not be soft.

He always remembered that Master's first teaching to him: The law of the world is that the law of the jungle has never changed for thousands of years. You can sympathize with others and help the weak, or you can not bear to kill and let go. But you have to understand that the essence of the world is life and death.

In society, the weak need to pay a heavy price if they want to survive. On the battlefield, the weak can only pay with their own lives.

Wu Yun's tears finally couldn't be controlled and rolled down her cheeks.

The shouts of killing lingered in her mind, lingering for a long time.

"Little beauty, the way you shed tears is so beautiful, people can't help but want to feel sorry. Laughing out loud.

The more his smile was, the more Wu Yun's heart stinged. If death can change the status quo, Wu Yun would rather die immediately.

Blood stained the clothes, the hair, the loess, and the snow-white statues.

Two years ago, that battle was on full swing.

In the cabin, everyone was staring at the battlefield. Meng Jun's hand holding the telescope was trembling, he also walked out of the corpse step by step, but he had never seen such a scuffle.

The battlefield in front of him was very different from the battlefield he had experienced.

It's just that he has never understood why the Twelve Bronze Men would quit. The Twelve Bronze Men have a special status, but they are not to the point of daring to defy orders.

But it doesn't matter, you're alone after all, and you're going to have to find a helper after all.

I hope you can hurry up, the opportunity waits for no one.

Looking at the off-road vehicle speeding towards this side, the corners of Meng Jun's mouth raised a sneer.

Putting down the binoculars, Meng Jun stepped up to greet him.

When I saw the people getting out of the car, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart.

"Sizhang, didn't it go well? Why were you beaten? ”

"yes, he was in a bad mood, so I was beaten. ”

Sizhang was depressed and wanted to vomit blood, just because you were in a bad mood and wanted to beat someone, did you treat me as something, a human flesh punching bag?