The pungent smell of blood irritated these demon wolves and their giant wolves.

There was a demon wolf roaring in the sky, and the sound was like that of a wild beast. The giant wolf was also roaring.

They have lost their minds and become a group of bloodthirsty demons.

"Drink up their blood, eat their flesh!" I don't know which demon wolf said first. Immediately, this group of demon wolves seemed to have exploded, and they roared again and again, and the content of their roars was to drink blood and eat meat.

The commander shuddered, but immediately the excitement and frenzy infected him, and he roared, "Charge!"

They rushed forward like arrows from a string, like a pack of wild beasts.

The crow's fat face was full of solemnity.

The White Wolf Regiment is the elite of the demon wolf, the White Wolf Regiment is the elite of the demon wolf, I don't know how many times I have been on the battlefield, I don't know how many powerful enemies I have faced, they are all standing, and it is their opponent who is lying down.

This is the last bit of blood of the White Wolf Regiment, and their strength can be imagined.

These demon wolves have committed heinous crimes against the human race, and they can't be let go no matter what, if they are allowed to leave today, will anyone follow the actions of the White Wolf Regiment tomorrow?

So, they must die!

If you want them to die, you must first prepare yourself to die in battle.

The Crow Prison allowed the sergeants to block the ears and noses of the horses, and the preparation before the battle was very important, especially when fighting against strong enemies, any slight mistake would cause great losses.

"The White Wolf Regiment, the elite of the demon wolves, has experienced a hundred battles, our combat strength is not as good as theirs," said the Crow Prison, "but we have to fight, we have no merits in defeating them, after all, this is not in the general's plan, this is disobedience; defeat, each of us will die, are you afraid? Do you dare to fight?"

"What are you afraid of? Isn't the demon wolf also carrying a head on his shoulder, what are you afraid of?" the centurion, who was not long-eyed, was a militant, and immediately replied to the crow's prison.

"Well said, isn't it just a death? Even if I die, I have to pull a few demon wolves on my back, so that he can see how powerful my grandfather is!"

"Don't be afraid!"

The warriors were excited, these demon wolves were too violent, they actually roasted and ate the human race, if they didn't kill all these cannibalistic demons, what would they do as sergeants?

The sergeant of the Terran does not protect the Terran, so what is the meaning and value of existence?

Compared with the value of existence, what is the absence of military merit? What is death?

Crow Prison looked at these hot-blooded warriors, this was his personal guard, his soldier.

"You are all good! I promise you, I will fight with you to the end, and I will die without regret!" said the crow prison, "For the sake of my compatriots, although I will die, I will not regret it!"

Fighting spirit!

The soldiers lined up a neat queue, a long formation, the simplest formation, a desperate formation, without the slightest trick, that is, fighting for life, one life for another!

Raven Prison walked from the back of the line to the front, slamming his own knives into the warriors' knives one by one, greeting each other.

Ignoring death, pride, they are dead soldiers.

It was clear to all of them that they would most likely not see the morning sun, but none of them retreated.

The Crow Prison rode his horse and stopped at the front of the line.

"Great Khan, I have not been ashamed of you, I will never be ashamed of you again, I am no longer the child who needs you to take a whip. ”

Crow said in his heart.

He can't talk about the general, but he knows the importance of this battle.

The general may have forgotten these things, but he understands very well that he wants to tell the great wilderness and the people in the world who want it.

The Terrans are not to be humiliated, and the Terrans are not the food of any race.

If you use the Terrans as food, you must be prepared to fight to the death by the Terrans.

The White Wolf Regiment has committed a big taboo, and the White Wolf Regiment must be destroyed!

"You, go back for me!" Crow Prison pulled out a young man from the ranks, he was very young.

"Why? no!" protested the teenager.

"You go back for me, you tell me to the general, the White Wolf Regiment kills innocents indiscriminately, I may die in battle, the White Wolf Regiment can't get rid of any of them, if you don't bring my words to the General, I won't let you go even if I die!"

"No!" said the boy stubbornly.

"Smack!" one of the crow prison whips over, just like the whip that the Khan had whipped him back then, showing no mercy.

"Get out!" said the Crowden, "Get out of here!"

"No!" the boy was very stubborn, and he was about to shed tears, but he held back, and the tears kept rolling in his eyes, and in the end they didn't fall.

"Go, go and bring back the general's words, it's easy to die in battle, it's hard to live, you're a brave child. Beside the child, the old centurion said.

The child froze, then turned around.

He knew that the general was not not from letting him die.

Rather, the general wanted him to bring his words to the general.

"Hurry up!" urged the old centurion.

"General, you are dead, I will definitely give you a grave every Chunming, no, you can't die, everyone can't die, if you die, I will guard the grave for you for the rest of my life......" The child spoke incoherently, and he patted his horse and left.

"Phew, Lao Tzu is dead, naturally some people are worried, who needs you little monkey to guard the tomb?" the old centurion spat and scolded.

Crow didn't speak, he didn't need to speak, he stood at the head of the line, like a monument.

The roar of the wolf and the waves had reached my ears.

The warriors of the Terrans are deaf, they are nourishing their qi, they are raising their horsepower, they are accumulating strength.

No one spoke, no one moved.

As long as they move, it will be the climax of the battlefield, and they will burst out with the strongest combat power at the beginning.

This relatively empty place is an excellent place for big battles, they can be perfectly deployed, and there are more demon wolves than them, and it is the demon wolves that are difficult to unfold.

They won't give the demon wolves who came over the conflict any chance to nourish their strength, but they are doing it.

They are less than demon wolves, and their combat power is not as good as that of demon wolves, they have to fight hard, but they don't die.

They are not afraid of death, and of course they will not be sent to death.

The White Wolf Regiment has their pride, and they don't take these warriors seriously, after all, they are not the Gale Battalion, nor the Chiyan Battalion.

But at this moment, they want to use their blood to tell these wolf cubs that even if they are not the Gale Camp or the Red Flame Camp, they still have their pride.

They want to use their blood and their lives to teach these wolf cubs a lesson and send them to hell.

The general stood at the head of the line, his fat body stretched straight.

The demon wolf finally appeared in their field of vision.

The generals didn't move, and they didn't move.

The demon wolves were less than two arrows away from them, and the general roared, "Draw your sword!"

The sword shines brightly, making the stars and moon in the sky fade.

The demon wolves were less than a stone's throw away from them, and the general shouted: "Kill!"

"Kill!" the warriors yelled, venting their anger and emotions.

The man shouted and the horse neighed.

Like tigers descending from the mountain, they rushed up against the demon wolf.