Situ's Praetorian Guard, and the Lunar Wolf Warriors of Warat, are ready, and everyone knows that at the gate of the Grand Bazaar, it will be the last time for both sides to see each other.

Two elite troops will compete here to see who can have the last laugh. Situ and them, the Ming guards, although they were all fighting with their brothers on their backs along the way, in fact, secretly, the two of them were swapping each other's backs, which could ensure that the physical exertion of the two people was not very large. Enough for the next decisive battle.

To tell the truth, this night, the Ming Guards, this is a fire in the belly, after entering the city for so long, except for the battle of the Bloody Guard, none of the Janissaries were damaged. And that battle is also a crime of non-war, after all, the Dao you use martial arts to deal with is not the Dao of the Central Plains, what kind of ninjutsu.

They are all brothers, and everyone is looking forward to being able to return to Daming unharmed, and they don't want to sprinkle this blood here here, and return to the roots, which is the basic idea of every Han person.

However, just tonight, a number of Praetorian guards were left in this big bazaar, and the rain of arrows can't be open to you just because of what kind of nationality you are. In the face of chaotic arrows in the dark, sometimes you can only surrender yourself to fate.

Death is never the misfortune of the dead, but the living, in those laughing and abusive conversations, how many of them are said by these people who gritted their back molars after sending away the robe brothers, you can't let people see how much you care, but everyone knows that you care.

And the culprit of all this is the Moon Department of this Wara, Zhao Jinlong doesn't know how many people there are in this Moon Department, but he has already made up his mind, no matter how many of them there are, they must pay the price of blood for tonight's events, blood debts and blood to pay, Wara has to pay a hundred times the blood, so that the brothers who died here today can sleep peacefully.

He had already thought about it, as soon as the war on this side was over, Zhao Jinlong would take these remaining Praetorian Guard brothers, plus the soldiers and horses borrowed from the border army, and wash the Wara Yue Department in blood, so that they would know what it means to be a man who offends my Ming Dynasty, even if he is far away.

Naturally, this is a matter of later life, but tonight, there will be a big battle, and today I want to let these bastards of the Vara Moon know how their blood floats the wood on the ground.

Zhao Jinlong, who was fully prepared, was still in the position of a top soldier, looking at the road ahead with a vigilant eye, seeing that the alley had come to an end, and he was about to go to the avenue, Zhao Jinlong knew in his heart that it should be here.

The decisive place chosen by Wara should be here, on the face that others can't see, Zhao Jinlong smiled unconsciously.

"Bastard, see what else you can do. If you don't have to send the princess Hull back in the team, Lao Tzu will scrape you one by one. ”

War is like a palette, no matter what color you were in the beginning, as long as you have been on this palette long enough, it will be dyed into one color, one color of the battlefield, one color of battle.

In this color, there is anger, cruelty, numbness, pain, sadness, tenacity, but there are no colors that make people feel warm and calm.

You only want to avenge your brother, you only want your opponent to be a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye, you only want your opponent to die in great pain, and preferably to be watched by other people, to die in great pain, because you know that those pains will break the morale of the other party and bring you closer to victory.

Sometimes, you also pray, pray that your brother, or even yourself, will die sooner, because if you die fast enough, you won't feel pain. For people on the battlefield, dying fast enough is the greatest mercy. Sadly, this compassion doesn't happen very often.

And this is the battlefield, this is the color of the battlefield, and as a member of the battlefield, you are this color. Before you know it, you are already this color, and all the warm, calm, and lovely colors have left you, because there is no room for these colors on the battlefield, and these warmth, calmness, and loveliness will only make you die faster and more painful.

Zhao Jinlong and his subordinates, some guards who survived a hundred battles, have long been assimilated by the battlefield, and only the blood of the enemy can make them feel happy, especially these Varat, these Varat Moon Division, only these people can make them happy, calm them, and make those dead brothers blind.

Before he walked to the main road, Zhao Jinlong had already given an order, and all the people pretended to be physically exhausted, and their bodies were already swaying. It seems that he can't resist the brothers on his body, especially those who carry two brothers on his back.

That struggling look, almost about to crawl on the ground, as a group of elites in a hundred battles, each of them knows that sometimes, acting skills are also a kind of combat effectiveness. When you can't fight directly, blinding the enemy with your acting skills is as deadly as a hidden arrow shot at the enemy.

Yuebu is obviously fooled, for their own tactics, for their own poison, for their own strength in the dark, they are obviously too confident, these things that make them rampant on the grassland, against the Ming army, is obviously not enough. But they don't know.

The secret medicine on the grassland, the stumbling rope, is called Zhedal Mengdi in the Warat language. This kind of medicine, only in the place where the moon part of the warat belongs, can find this plant of the genus Sunflower, which is the secret of the moon department.

In order to keep this secret, the Moon Department is very distant from all the tribes, so it can become the law enforcement force of Warat, not only because of the high combat ability of the Moon Department, but also because the Moon Department has no intersection with all the tribes, and it will not be inferior to the law because of selfishness. At the same time, the Warat tribe will not have a hostile relationship because of the existence of the law enforcement team.

On the grassland, the Moon Wolf Warriors have always been a legendary-level existence, they are indeed strong, if they are one-on-one, their combat power will even exceed that of Wara's golden sword. However, this is the result of a night battle with poison. Especially in night battles, the advanced sensory abilities allow all the warriors of the Moon Department to occupy an absolute advantageous position when fighting at night.

However, all the Moon warriors, including the elders of the Moon Department, did not know, and never thought that the closure might allow the clan to maintain its advantage in a short period of time, but, in the long run, only communication and mutual promotion are the key to the upgrading of the entire system.