The killer always hates the dawn the most, because the dawn always makes their bodies that have been lurking all night feel sore, and their minds, which were clear a moment ago, suddenly freeze. Killers can't let themselves slack off in the slightest, so I don't know how many killers died at dawn. The commander also does not like the dawn, because the dawn always gives rise to an unrealistic hope, but the truth is often the opposite of hope, so between the dawn and the next dawn, the blood of his comrades is always sucked.

As a skilled killer and a fledgling commander, Drinking Blood hates waiting before dawn. If nothing else, the coming big war was enough to be annoying, with no supplies, no medicine, no reserves, no intelligence, and not even enough confidence to support the morale of the soldiers. Not only did the fighters have no faith, but he himself did not.

How to fight such a battle! Drinking blood irritably, a three-inch-long blade shone out, and the faint smell of blood emitted by the Dragon's Tooth Treasure Knife was like a powerful sedative, soothing the irritability of that moment. The battle still has to be fought, there are now more than 60 people in their hands, fortunately there are no seriously wounded among them, all of them are soldiers who have drunk blood, they are very different from themselves the day before, they are no longer the children of the family who embroider their fists and legs, they are warriors, they have to rely on their every bit of potential to fight in this 100,000 mountains, they want to use the weapons in their hands, with every inch of their body, with indelible will to destroy the enemy, they want to live.

In such a stormy dawn, Drinking Blood made a wise decision, their goal of the battle was not how to kill the enemy, but how to find the base camp alive, because he was sensitively aware that he really had no chance of winning now, of course, the enemy did not have much chance of winning, his people and the people of the Death Gate were chess pieces, but the chess player was a stubborn child, who was controlling the development of the chess game in no order. Until they find a way to control the game, the only thing they can do is not to become an outcast of the game because of the whim of the player - no way, who makes this so-called "natural" chess player moody?

For a warrior, to live is to fight, I don't know how many times I have heard this wise saying, but now he knows better, as a person, fighting is to live.

Drinking blood quietly put on his coat, took out the soaked cigarette rolls, naturally he didn't dare to light the fire, he took out the tobacco and threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and quickly frowned and spit it out. Nicotine does have a miraculous effect, at least, drinking blood feels much more sober. He raised his hand and looked at his tactical watch, and sure enough, at five forty, dawn had passed.

The rainstorm outside was a little lighter, and the mud on the ground was so thick that there was no way to hide it—and certainly not to. Drinking blood woke up the coalition brothers who were still asleep, they found a big tree to shelter from the rain, and ate a cooked breakfast with no discernible content (it was actually compressed biscuit minced and a few safe wild vegetables made up by a few people, and of course there was a treasure for drinking blood, a small bag of salt), Drinking Blood frowned at the team without military appearance, but the tiredness on the faces of the soldiers extinguished his anger, it was not easy to survive, and other unrealistic things, forget it. He wiped the rain from his face, stood calmly at the front of the group, and made a quiet gesture.

Originally, everyone didn't have the strength to ridicule, and speaking also needed a mood. At this moment, more than 60 people were surprisingly quiet, and only the short gasping of the wounded and the sound of dripping rain were heard.

"Today, there is no respect for the elder and the young, and there is no difference between sects, and I believe everyone has grown a lot if we can survive yesterday's melee. Or rather, more or less have thought about what we are for? Why sweat and blood in these 100,000 mountains, why can't you eat breakfast comfortably at home, read a few newspapers, play cards, and go on the Internet?

That's right, I'm here to be honest with you, when this coalition was first formed, I didn't look down on most of the people in this team! Of course, you are also among them, to be honest, you people are from a martial arts family, your basic skills are quite solid, and your moves are also fancy, but the most important thing is that you don't have it, you lack the murderous aura that belongs to the warriors! You haven't seen blood, you've never killed anyone! ”

Maybe half a month ago, the vast majority of people in this team would have stood up to refute the blood drinking and mouthing wild words, but after the bloody battle in the past few days, they have already become much calmer, or rather, they have become much more numb. That's right, people know that they know it, even if they don't drink blood, they also know that they may be the winners in the arena from the disciples of a family, but they will never be able to compete with an opponent of the same weight as Suomen.

However, this expedition of Dai Junchou gave them the opportunity to grow from a warrior with fists and legs to a resolute and resolute warrior, which may not be what they wanted, but it has become a fact.

Drinking blood received a satisfactory answer from everyone's thoughtful eyes, this team finally has its own soul, has the mind and judgment of a master, don't look at the team of more than 60 people are all injured, look tired, drink blood to determine that the combat effectiveness they can burst out far exceeds the army of hundreds of people at the beginning.

"Then let's talk about the question just now, what are we on the expedition for? I am not afraid that everyone will despise him, Suomen is because he owes a big favor to the king, and he also hopes to return to his homeland through this expedition and recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors. "Everyone understands this, what Suomen does is to make a living, and if there is no gold medal in Huaxia, he will not dare to spread his leaves." The previous Gao Mai old man and Feng are old friends, the relationship has been extraordinary, the princess of the Tang Gate is the righteous sister of Dai Jun Chip, the purple pupil of Gu Men is even more for Dai Jun Chip's unfortunate death, the pin door is smelling a business opportunity, the brothers who steal the door are the same as I ask for the door, but also to correct their name, as for the friends of Wudang Shaolin, maybe it is to get a piece of the pie, maybe it is to build momentum, maybe there is any reason I don't know, but no one should come to me to say anything "This is for the sake of the morality of the rivers and lakes" Everyone is stunned, However, he reacted in an instant, and then roared angrily: "Fuck the morality of the rivers and lakes!" "That's right, the so-called morality in the rivers and lakes, the so-called righteousness in the world is just the rhetoric of novelists, they are in the rivers and lakes, but they have never found the so-called morality.