Di Cheng basically forgot about Soroda and downplayed the Golden Crescent, and in his concept, he only regarded it as a drug base, a "big treasure house" that could provide drug supplies for Tianmen, but he did not consider military armament.

But since Soroda replaced his brother in the rule of the warlords, with the financial support of the Heavenly Gate, the supply of weapons, and regular personnel training, this warlord who was not favored has been revitalized and has had a far-reaching impact. Over the course of a year and a half, Soroda not only regained the territory he had been forced to abandon, but also continued to expand outward, taking away a large number of poppy plantations.

The upgrading of weapons, the special training of the troops, and the stationing of a large number of Tianmen instructors have all made Soroda's warlord troops complete the transformation, from a "field army" that only knows how to shoot with a gun to a "regular army" that knows how to tactics and cooperation, and its comprehensive strength far exceeds that of other warlords, becoming the most powerful armed force in the new Golden Crescent!

The scope of its territory, the number of troops, logistics materials, and so on, all belong to the Golden Crescent! And more than three months ago, it successfully resisted the joint attack of the other four hegemonic warlords, shocking the entire Golden Crescent and the surrounding area.

Although the warlord of Soroda may not be ranked very well on the black list, in the eyes of international forces, especially some underworld organizations involved in drug business, he has become the hottest figure.

Therefore, it is not for nothing that Anne proposed to use the "Warlord of Soroda" as a strange trick. And she is not afraid that Soroda will not agree, first, his son is still in the gate of heaven; Second, there are many brainwashed people in his troops, especially the generals who are in charge of the military.

The Holy Clan was excited, Di Cheng's status was once again elevated in their hearts, and the surprise and power that this young man brought were beyond imagination. Yu Wenchuan and the others silently made up their minds in their hearts, this ally ...... It's settled!!

More than half an hour later, the sandstorm raged, leaving behind a devastated and messy land, and the entire city of Baikun had completely changed its appearance, with collapsed houses and yellow sand everywhere. Wood, clothes, bricks, and all kinds of daily necessities are everywhere in the city, and it may be a bit too much to say that it has become a garbage dump, but it can not be much different.

After making sure that the sandstorm had left, the people who had stayed in the bomb shelter quickly crawled out. However, the first thing to do was not to clear the yellow sand, but to gather all the young and strong laborers, carry shovels and rush to the outside of Baikun City, and some of them searched for the camp where the original tripartite alliance was stationed, dug up the materials and weapons they had discarded because they were in a hurry to flee for their lives, and transported them back to the city. Some of them dig ditches to divert water from lakes miles away, while convoys are sent to the nearest towns to buy food and solve the problems that have plagued them for half a month.

The city of Baikun was in a state of noise and chaos, and they had to complete these two things as quickly as possible, otherwise they would be in vain once the Tomahawks and other troops came back again.

At this moment, on the Gobi Desert hundreds of miles away, the huge convoy of the tripartite coalition is still galloping at a high speed, because the sandstorm behind is still rolling forward, although the momentum has been significantly weakened, but the destructive power cannot be underestimated. They had to endure their grievances, increase their throttle and rush forward, and temporarily took care of the Holy Clan troops in Baikun City.

After nearly an hour and a half, when the sandstorm weakened to no threat, when the desert returned to quiet, when the scorching sun baked the land, the convoy stopped one after another. However, due to the rush of the previous run, a large amount of food, buckets, guns and ammunition were left outside Baikun City, and they were forced to have no choice but to stay in place and wait patiently, and notify the EO headquarters to send backup supplies here as soon as possible. Prepare to return to Baikun City again and completely wipe out the Holy Clan, this time, there will be no more games!

However......

Before the new supplies arrived, an unexpected news suddenly came, shaking Aihovira and other temple leaders dizzy and almost fainting!

The Vatican in the south of the European continent, north of the Mediterranean, in central Italy, and in the country of states!

When the earth returns to darkness, and when the bustling city falls silent, the religious summer resort on the surface, the headquarters of the temple in essence, the dormitory of Aehovila...... Castle Gandolf suddenly welcomed a group of mysterious guests, a group of bloodthirsty devils.

In this holy temple of religion, in the headquarters of this temple, in front of this holy cross, souls are wailing, life is struggling, screams of sorrow, roars of rage, wails of helplessness...... Ring in the night sky! Scarlet blood splattered in all directions, staining this significant temple, the ancient heritage square, and the poignant night!!

Due to the presence of a large number of troops such as Ichovera in Africa, the remaining guards have been reduced to a minimum, and the turmoil in the Chakar Gorge half a month ago has forced a large number of troops to be separated, so that the most important headquarters is only less than 500 people left to guard it!

They subconsciously did not believe that anyone would come to challenge the majesty of the temple and dare to disturb the peace of "God." Can...... Here it comes!! It's really coming!! It's coming so fast, so crazy, so bloody and cruel, it's an offense? It's a massacre! It's slaughter!

Blood and corpses all over the ground are displayed in front of the holy cross, a cry for the gods? Or is it blasphemy against God?

Who will save, who will resist, who will forgive?!!

Burst!! The giant axe slashed, blood splattered, and the head of the temple guard died violently on the spot after stubbornly resisting for half an hour, being split in half alive, and the internal organs and blood rolled to the ground, the scene was cruel and terrifying!

The last one! The last of the guards who stubbornly resisted, fell miserably and became one of the corpses on the ground!

The once-glorious and sacred hall has now become a blood-stained hell, and the smell of fish has replaced the rich fragrance of flowers as the main ingredient in the air, creating the best blood-colored rendering for tonight's slaughter.

"You...... You are...... Who...... (Italian) "Archbishop Neb was pressed to death in the blood by two strong men, biting and roaring, and his plain bearing and elegance were completely gone, replaced by endless anger.

"This really makes my old friend sad, Nebu, you don't know me anymore? (Italian, omitted below) "On the golden chair that should have belonged to the hall master, there was a middle-aged man lying lazily, with thin cheeks, yellow skin, and sunken eye sockets, looking like he couldn't be nourished, but those unusually sharp eyes showed the uniqueness of his identity.

Inside and outside the hall, thousands of strong men from Europe and the United States were all humble, leaning forward slightly, with undisguised reverence and fiery expressions! And the one who can be so obedient to this group of rebellious bloodfighters is naturally the thin middle-aged man on the golden seat.

Nebu struggled hard, but was held down by several big men, and could only raise his head slightly and look up, but ...... I don't know! I really don't know! He didn't have the figure in his memory, especially the bitter hatred he had for the Temple, which made him angry and confused at the same time.

"I really don't know?" The middle-aged man opened his mouth to take the grapes handed by the girl next to him and shook the red wine glass in his hand.

"It doesn't matter who you are!! Today's hatred, my temple will definitely repay it a hundredfold thousand! Wait, wash your head and wait!! ”

“…… Wait ......" The man's expression suddenly became a little dazed, and he sighed: "Eighteen years, I've been waiting for eighteen years." ”

"Who the hell are you!!" Neb struggled violently, hissing and roaring.

The color of remembrance faded, and the man showed a bright smile, which made people feel good, but in this hellish hall, the smile that should have been charming made people's hearts sorrow: "Eighteen years ago, you attacked me, hit me hard, and then threw me into prison, constantly tormenting and ravaging. I remember that there was Howvila, Cassius, and you! The last sword seems to have been stabbed by you. Think about it, think about it carefully, but do you still have an impression? ”

Eighteen years ago? Sneak attack? Captivity?

Nebu frowned, thinking carefully, but it had been eighteen years, how could he still remember so far.

The man's smile deepened, and he seemed to be more and more cheerful, but in fact, his eyes were cold: "Let me give you another hint, back then, Aihovira was not the hall master, and you were not the archbishop; We also visited the temple several times during the year. For eighteen years, I lived in a place called ...... Chahar ...... Grand Canyon ......"

"Chahar?" Nebu's heart flickered, and a name that he had almost forgotten came to mind. After a moment, the angry expression slowly dissolved, and then was replaced by surprise, the pupils slowly dilated, and the mouth opened: "You? It's you? You're alive? ”

"Huh...... Hehehe...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......" The man looked at Nebu fixedly, first laughed softly, then louder and louder, and finally laughed wildly, the wine glass held in his right hand suddenly cracked, and the red wine dripped like scarlet blood, and the crisp voice exploded in the hall!

"Remember? Ha ha!! I'm alive? I'm alive! I'm still alive Sardinia!! Alive!!! ”

Looking at the man laughing madly in front of him, more than a thousand European and American men armed with machine guns and steel knives knelt on one knee, touched their chests with their right hands, and roared in this hall that should have belonged to the temple, welcoming the return of their leader with the loudest voice and the most shocking way: "Angel Blade, welcome the boss back again!" We, the five major tribes, swear by our lives and dedicate our souls to you, and we will never turn our backs on you in this life and this life! ”