June 14, 661 in the imperial calendar.

Jeseong.

Since waking up after eighteen years in a dream, the last place Ye Xiao wants to come to is Jicheng - this imperial city that was once stained with blood and then fell, it is a nightmare that he will never forget in his dream.

In the Jeseong Incident, the third brigade of the dragon blade, the eleventh squad, four people were buried here, and the imperial army that participated in the encirclement and suppression of the grass emperor elements died in the city because of the rat trap, and 27,641 imperial civilians were killed in the incident, which became an indelible shame for the imperial military.

Eight years later, the war resumed in Jeseong, and an imperial general preferred to die here rather than the once blood-stained city easily fall into the hands of the Japanese League - so the city was finally reduced to ashes under the fire of the Japanese League, and in addition to 12,348 Imperial soldiers, more than 20,000 Japanese League troops were buried.

Therefore, although the city was finally razed to the ground in the war, it was always a nightmare that Ye Xiao never forgot, just as he could never forget the wolf warrior.

"It's an ordinary imperial city, with no other characteristics." Wolf Warrior and Ye Xiao went on vacation together and were pulled to this city by Ye Xiao. Since March 9 passed unharmed, Ye Xiao was finally able to face the nightmare that only existed in dreams, so he pulled the wolf warrior to this city.

This is a market, in the "dream world", it is also the place where the wolf warrior finally bleeds, Ye Xiao stood quietly next to a garbage heap, and the memories engraved in the depths began to churn.

There was a grass emperor who was smiling here, holding dozens of Imperial civilians hostage, and the last of them to resist here, when the garbage heap was full of dead bodies and a group of scarred civilians were howling.

The wolf warrior grabbed Ye Xiao, rushed forward decisively and fearlessly, and killed the grass emperor with one shot, but the moment he rushed up, the flames were everywhere, and the roar was like thunder.

It turned into a deep pit, where garbage, dead bodies, and fearless warriors were reduced to a pulp of flesh in the explosion......

"Isn't it good to be ordinary?" Ye Xiao finally spoke, isn't it bad that this ordinary city has been unknown among the many cities in the empire? Not many people know what a good thing it is!

No bloodshed, no sacrifice......

Or the wolf warrior has already guessed the reason for Ye Xiao's stubbornness here, but he, who is already in charge of a synthetic battalion, how can he care about the past that has never happened and has been completely run over by the wheel of history?

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The Bright Moon Empire, which once dominated one side of the Eastern Continent, was finally dismembered by the empire into four mutually hostile forces, and the Haoyue Dynasty was the weakest of these four forces, so it relied on the "Mercenary Act" to legalize mercenaries in the country.

It is also for this reason that throughout Haoyue, there are countless mercenary camps - all kinds of skin and even alien races can be seen everywhere in Haoyue.

Inevitably, among these complex mercenaries are forces with extreme hatred of the Empire, and the Grass Emperor is one of them.

Although not long ago, the Imperial military thundered and razed the eleven mercenary camps identified by the intelligence agencies as contaminated with the Grass Emperor, there are still many unexposed Grass Emperor elements mixed in.

Seventh Camp of Blood Wolf Mercenaries.

Five large-scale teleportation arrays stood in the center of the camp, and more than 4,000 big men assembled around these five teleportation arrays, and they were brazenly worn on their chests for the first time by these people.

"Three hundred and forty-two years ago, the demons from China occupied our homeland, slaughtered our compatriots, and burned down our royal court, which had been inherited for thousands of years!"

For more than 300 years, for the glory of our ancestors and the supreme glory of the imperial kingdom, we have never given up the pace of fighting! Today, on behalf of the remnants of the Imperial Kingdom, we will strike the most ferocious blow to this evil empire! The city built on the ruins of the burned royal court will bear all our wrath! ”

"With blood, soothe the anger of your ancestors! With blood, let that demon-like country know that we, the men of the imperial country, are still fighting! ”

An old man hissed and mobilized for war—even though what they saw as war was another of the most bottomless and brutal terrorist attacks for the Chinese Empire.

"Fight! Fight! Fight to the end! These big men slammed their chests with their right fists and roared wildly. From birth, they have been instilled with the idea of never dying with demons, and in the name of imperial warriors, they dream of crushing that behemoth and returning to the grassland occupied by their ancestors - so generations of warriors have stepped on the battlefield of no return, like moths to a fire.

Without the covert financial support of Western forces and the Japanese Alliance, this group of former remnants would have disappeared in the long river of history. However, the Japanese League provided them with the last refuge, and generations of men, bearing the name of warriors, continued to set foot on the battlefield, and their lives were as low as wild dogs made by the assembly line, and they were brilliant and short-lived in the flames of war.

The only ones left were the crippled and the women and children of the entire village—once the Imperial army had set foot in the place where the Japanese League had kept them, and after seeing the boundless clothed graves and the women and children who had been washed away by hatred, they left gloomily.

This is a remnant of manipulation, a poor, hateful, even more hateful remnant, whose life lives only because of hatred, where men can't escape the fate of bloodshed on the battlefield, and women, who distort their souls and lives in hatred all their lives, and at the same time transmit hatred.

In a two-story wooden building in the camp, some engineers from the Western Continent were secretly communicating.

Although the atmosphere outside was very hot, and the mercenaries who had been washed by hatred were like the Grim Reaper who wanted to harvest life, none of the engineers who had created the teleportation array were infected by the fanaticism - they only felt that the danger was getting closer and closer.

"Rand, our mission is complete, the entire teleportation array has been laid, it's time to get out of this place," an old engineer didn't have the joy of finishing, only a deep worry: "Once the teleportation array is opened, that damn evil country will definitely raze this base with raiders." ”

Thinking about the fate of the last teleportation team, the engineer's only thought was to get out of here as quickly as possible - he was a teleportation architect, an extremely valuable strategic talent, and should not be devoured by damned raiders.

The one known as Rand was a middle-aged man, the traces of the war were very obvious, and in the face of the engineer's request, he shrugged his shoulders innocently: "According to the contract, you are also responsible for teleporting them, otherwise this is a naked contempt for the Bright Contract, and it will be ruled by the Holy See!" I don't want you to be tied to a wooden shelf and burned to a pile of cheap ashes by the tribunal's adjudication panel. ”

"The ubiquitous god of darkness I believe in, fuck the god of light! If it weren't for the order from the Demon Temple, I wouldn't have been in the same league as you despicable lackeys of light! Now that I've done my job, goodbye! ”

Although Rand used the prestige of the Holy See Inquisition to intimidate some of the engineers, the other group of engineers apparently did not accept this and directly planned to leave. In fact, if it weren't for the same goal, how could a believer who believes in light join forces with a believer who believes in night to build a teleportation array?

"Well, for the sake of the dark gods, I'll send you away......" Rand laughed brightly, and just as he finished laughing, a thumping gun rang out, and the engineers belonging to the Demon Temple, in disbelief, were slaughtered premeditated.

A dozen cold mercenaries pulled the trigger without hesitation after getting Rand's hint.

The engineers who were not affected changed color, but in the face of the muzzle of the black hole, even if they were strategic talents, they could only submit to it in the most humble posture.

"We're still a boat, aren't we? For the sake of the God of Light! Rand blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and smiled like a benevolent priest, of course, Rand's nickname was the priest, a demon wanted by the righteous words of the Holy See.

Faced with the priest's smile, the engineers gave in.

The teleportation unfolded silently at the height of the night, and these engineers skillfully threw boxes of magic crystals, opening a beautiful teleportation channel, and a team of fierce horse warriors entered the passage with infinite hatred.

The last group of mercenaries disappeared in the passageway, and Rand said to the trembling engineers with a very amiable smile: "You know, the God of Light is always so merciful and great, so that God's mercy is not defiled, therefore, I need you to keep your mouths shut......"

An engineer reacted and screamed: "Rand, don't do this, for the sake of the ...... of the God of Light"

Bang bang!

The guns crackled, without any hesitation, these engineers who were still controlling the teleportation array one second ago were directly torn to pieces by the powerful fire in the next second, and the blood flowed like a river.

Rand took out a bottle of crystal liquid, the liquid was as beautiful and bright as a god's tears in the light, he put the liquid under his nose and sniffed it gently, although the blessed glass blocked the smell, Rand seemed to smell the most fragrant breath in the world:

"Devil's call...... I believe in God, I want you to rest with the world! ”

"The time has come for God to need us to give, warriors of God, come with me and shed the light of God!" Rand's smile became softer and more amiable, but in front of his eyes it was as if there were boundless corpses stretched out one by one under the summons of the demon.

"May the God of Light be with us!" The mercenaries led by Rand prayed one last prayer, and then walked into the teleportation array with Rand.

There was no living creature in the whole camp.