For a long time in the past, many people regarded this sentence as an expectation, a legend, as if a spark could start a prairie fire.

However, time flies, legends evolve into legends, legends weaken into rumors, and in the end, they become the laughing stock of Chiyan's lackeys after dinner, which is revived.

And today, they heard the name of the dragon thorn again, and it was accompanied by an earth-shattering Jedi counterattack.

The liberation of 2,000 slaves by him, and the defeat of the bone-gnawing squad, does this indicate that the legend has bloomed, and will it become a glorious triumphant song?

"Brothers, our hundreds of brothers of the Nighthawk Legion are fighting against the Lion Legion under Red Flame a hundred kilometers away, they are helping the Iron Armored Legion that is fighting against Red Flame, on the road to resist Red Flame's atrocities, I firmly believe that we are not isolated, as I said, this time I will not escape, and I vow to fight with Red Flame to the end!"

Brother Feng's eyes were scorching, and he used the identity of a dragon thorn to say this conversation with the pride of non-Lu Fengbei, and the influence and profundity were incomparable.

With two bangs, Gao Fei raised his gun and shot Tony and Mande decisively in the head.

"Tell Red Flame Lao'er that your emperor is back!"

Gao Fei shouted loudly, and the emperor in his mouth was not referring to himself, but Li Huaifeng, the soul leader of the Nighthawk Legion.

Only he is worthy of the title of Emperor Feilu.

Just like the Chinese legend, the ancient Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor defeated the Demon King of Chiyou, the myth of the past, the reality of today.

"Justice will prevail!" The leader of Bard raised his fist, and he felt it was time to rise.

"Long live the dragon thorn!" Countless soldiers cheered, and the boiling emotions were beyond words.

"Defeat Red Flame."

The soldiers roared forward, some shooting, some brandishing shovels and hammers in their hands, and launched a merciless blow to the devil of the Bone Gnawing Legion.

With their actions, they show their determination at this moment.

That is a kind of steadfast motivation to follow the king and seek the path of light.

The minions of the Bone Gnawing Legion were completely panicked, pouting and running in all directions.

Not long after, the 300-man army that came from the periphery was still planning to join the battlefield, and when they looked at the situation at the moment, they didn't leave a single fart, so they turned around and fled.

"Dragon Thorn, all our brothers of the Free Legion, are willing to follow you, please accept us, there are two tons of golden gold in the mine, enough for us to recruit troops and prepare advanced weapons, we will soon be able to regain our former strength!" The leader of the Bard said reverently.

At this time, there were more than 1,300 legion members who survived, although it was less than half of the previous ones, but it was also a good force.

Hearing this, Brother Feng nodded, came to the mine, and transported all the two tons of gold sand inside.

"Leave half of the golden sand for the legion funds, and the remaining half will be distributed to the workers here, which is what they deserve!" Brother Feng said decisively.

"Huh? I heard it right, a ton of sands is worth at least more than 100 million at the black market price, how much armaments and materials can be exchanged for it! You're just giving it away? Good luck said with a headache.

"Brothers, many of you are civilians, many of you are tired of war, take these golden sands and live the life you want, of course, if you are willing to stay and join us, the dragon thorn raises his hands and welcomes!" Brother Feng said heartily.

He is not a person who treats money like dung, but to put it bluntly, he is now quite rich and has tens of billions of assets, which is not in his eyes.

He knows the suffering of these people, for them, the golden sands may be a few years of rations, war is war, conscience is conscience, he has always been very open.

Hearing this, the soldiers of the Free Legion all widened their eyes, and the leader of Bard bowed his head guiltily.

Everyone discovered that the Dragon Thorn was not only the leader who led them in the fight against the Red Flame Atrocities, but also a natural benevolent person and philanthropist.

If a person's image can penetrate into the hearts of the people and bow down, what else can knock him down?

"Dragon Thorn, you are our God, please accept my pious blessings!"

An old man in his sixties knelt on the ground and prayed for Li Huaifeng with the most solemn etiquette of the tribe.

Dozens of women and children spontaneously knelt down to Brother Feng, which was not a surrender to self-deprecation, but admiration from the heart.

Just like believers treat God, the people bow down to the emperor, this is a tradition, and it is what they think should be done at this moment.

"I only need three grams of Jinsha, and I still have two children and an old mother to take care of at home, but please believe me, after giving Jinsha to them, I will definitely join Lord Dragon Thorn's men."

"I don't want Jinsha, I will send my little son to a safe place, come and vote immediately, and never break my word!"

Some people only took a few grams of golden sand, but more people chose to give up.

A noble moral sentiment, with a heart-warming atmosphere, boiled and burned in the field.

The dragon thorn gave away the gold, and the people did not want to pay a penny in the face of the treasure, and even wanted to repay each other with their lives.

Feeling this situation, Katerina's beautiful eyes showed a bright luster, her pink fists were clenched, she couldn't take her eyes off Brother Feng, and fell into deep thought, her heart seemed to be slowly melting.

Even Sister Good Luck, who has a detached personality, exudes graceful feelings in her heart.

This is something that no amount of power or wealth can exchange, and it is noble and priceless in the depths of the soul.

"The battle in the Python Forest should have begun, brothers of the Free Legion, are you willing to fight with me on the battlefield?" Brother Feng smiled.

"No, you are wrong, we are now under the command of the Nighthawk Legion, the Alliance of the Liberals!" The leader of the Bard said reverently.

"Your Excellency, please lead us to victory!" The Freikorn brothers shouted.

After winning the battle of the gold mine, Brother Feng not only obtained more than 300 million gold sands, but also enough weapons and equipment for 500 people.

However, they lacked transportation, only a dozen motorcycles, an armored car, and two large trucks carrying supplies that survived the fighting.

This is located in the western python forest battlefield, there is still a hundred kilometers away, and there is the main base of the python forest in the middle to block it, where the heavy guards are impregnable, and it is necessary to make a detour.

Subsequently, Brother Feng led the large army to begin a rapid march.

Non-terrestrial land is dominated by high temperatures, desert and grassland environments, and most of them are barren.

However, the western part of the continent is located near the equator and is controlled by the equatorial low pressure zone, forming a tropical rainforest climate with high temperature and rainfall.

When evening came, the crowd camped at the edge of a dense forest.

"Walking along this rainforest, we can reach the location of the ironclad army after a day, but, halfway through the main base of the python forest, if you walk directly into the rainforest, the time can be saved by half, but there are many poisonous snakes and beasts inside, the road is rugged, and the car can't drive in!"

Black Rose explained.

She was born and raised in a non-land area, and she was familiar with the terrain in this area, and both roads could be rushed to the battlefield, but each had its pros and cons.

"Lord Dragon Thorn, according to the scouts, the Iron Furnace Fort and the Python Forest each sent a regiment of troops to intercept us, no accident, the regiment in the direction of the Python Forest will be killed in four hours!" A scout said solemnly.

From Chiyan receiving the news to organizing the troops to track it, the calculation time is about the same.

Compared to Brother Feng's situation, Red Flame's weaponry is more advanced, and mobility has a great advantage.

If the two regiments are encircled, with Brother Feng's existing firepower, most of them will face the danger of collapse.

"I have to go our separate ways." Brother Feng said solemnly.

"Brother Fei, you and Brother Xunlong lead fifty elites to block the corps in the direction of the python forest, Carter, you lead eight hundred people to retreat along the southeast direction, try to avoid all enemies, there are many villages and towns in the southeast, turn the manpower into zero, and recuperate!"

Li Huaifeng immediately made a decision and divided the 1,300-man army into three groups.

The motorcycles were all provided to Goofy as a blocking squad, relying on mobility to delay the enemy's pursuit.

The gold and the large truck were handed over to Katarina, and they only fled without a fight, and rushed to the southeast town, waiting for an opportunity to move, which was the hinterland of the enemy, and Red Flame should not have thought of it in a short time.

Subsequently, he selected 400 good men with rainforest combat experience, with sufficient weapons and equipment, and planned to go straight into the dense forest to support the large army in the direction of the python forest.

"The war has started, one wrong step may be lost, everyone must be careful, I will do my best to take the python forest, and then we will meet again!"

Brother Feng said goodbye to everyone and took advantage of the night to march in three directions.