To be honest, when he heard the news at the beginning of the period, Chen Xing's heart was very worried. The reason is very simple, these people in the Master Regiment are all exiles, ruffians among ruffians. If they all follow the rules, can they still be exiled?

The cause of the conflict is certainly not just "whistling" in Cassie's mouth, it must be indispensable for foul language, laughter and flirtation, and even possibly touching the chest and buttocks, and all kinds of oil.

However, when Chen Xing arrived at the scene, he saw his subordinates who were lying all over the place, with blue noses and swollen faces, broken hands and feet, and wailing constantly.

On the other side, there are strong women armed to the teeth, like tin cans. They looked indifferent and arrogant, as if they were looking at a pack of dying wild dogs.

At the edge of the steel queue, more than a dozen mercenaries of the Master Regiment were beaten like mud, lying motionless on the ground. They had high-heeled iron boots on their backs, dark red blood stains oozing from the heels.

The guilt vanished, replaced by a surge of anger.

"As for it!" Chen Xing roared loudly.

In the face of his questioning, the expressions on the faces of the Iron Sisters did not change in the slightest, and they did not even lift their eyelids.

"It's all your own people, do you need to get it to death!" Chen Xing was furious and asked sharply.

Anyway, he is also a member of his master group, as the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat the dog, and this Beiqiao group really doesn't save him face at all!

Under the continuous questioning, or maybe it was Ye Yang Bailiu, who saw Ye Yang Bailiu walking behind him, the taller captain in the queue, with his hands on his chest, finally replied.

"It's their mouths!"

"So what?" Chen Xing asked.

"So they learned their lesson." The Iron Sisters replied menacingly.

"Is this just a lesson?" Chen Xing suppressed his anger and asked, pointing to the disabled people all over the ground.

The captain of the Iron Sisters stopped talking, his gaze panned, and he looked at Ye Yang Bailiu, who had already walked to Chen Xing's side. After all, Chen Xing has a special identity, although he dares to do something to the people below him, he does not dare to contradict him too much. Chen Xing has two identities, one is a partner of the Beiqiao Regiment, and the other is a man who is the deputy head of the regiment, no matter which identity is not suitable for a head-on conflict.

"Settle the wounded first, and I will deal with the seriously injured, and if there is anything, I will talk about it later."

"Shanna, take someone back to the cabin, don't come out without my order."

Ye Yang Bailiu stepped forward, tepidly, and the tense atmosphere was calmed down with two faint words. I have to say that the aura of the great healer is still very sufficient.

The Iron Sisters left, and the uninjured mercenaries immediately surrounded them and carried the wounded soldiers away. Several seriously injured people were carried in front of Ye Yang Bailiu. I saw her palm pressed up, a burst of green light appeared, and the wound quickly stopped bleeding.

Usually, in order to save physical strength, rapid healers only treat fatal injuries and get the wounded out of danger.

After dealing with the wounded soldiers, Chen Xing and Ye Yang Bailiu returned to the captain's room, and the two of them had no lingering mood at this time.

"I made a mistake, and I shouldn't have brought my sisters on your thief ship." Ye Yang Bailiu sat on the sofa with his legs folded, shook his head lightly, and sighed.

"It's still my mistake......" Chen Xing was angry. His own people were beaten, and in the end they had to blame him.

"Or else?" Ye Yang Bailiu raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, you are the Great Healer, Grand Master Ye Yang, you have the final say." Chen Xing said angrily.

"Oh, why does this sound so sour~" Ye Yang Bailiu turned his anger into a laugh and took his hand and teased.

was told that he was breaking his heart, Chen Xing's old face turned red, and he hurriedly changed the topic, "What is sour or not, don't talk about it." ”

He looked serious, "We're also allies, but it's a little friction, so we won't beat people like this, right?" We're going to have a war next, and we're going to start fighting in the nest before the war is even fought, do you think that's appropriate? ”

"Okay, good, you're right, I don't blame you." Ye Yang Bailiu stretched out his voice, like coaxing a child.

Although the tone was a little ridiculous and uncomfortable, I couldn't find anything wrong with it, at least I softened it verbally. Chen Xing didn't want to say anything more, so he asked her what to do next.

"Listen to you." Ye Yang Bailiu kicked the ball back.

Chen Xing thought about it for a while and found that things were tricky. The Iron Sisters are the foreign aid he invited back, and they really can't hold people accountable for their short hands and soft mouths. It seems that it can only be stopped, "cold salad".

He then called the big cat and told him to visit the wounded and calm him down. On the other hand, change ships at the next port and separate from the people of the North Bridge Regiment to avoid further incidents.

The matter passed like this, and it is estimated that the person who was beaten was also a little weak-hearted and embarrassed to give any more opinions.

However, this incident made Chen Xing realize that only his own troops are reliable, and what is borrowed is always someone else's, and he is controlled by others everywhere, which is inconvenient.

The ship went upstream, passed the docks of Monitor Lizard City, continued westward, turned into a tributary at the border of the Red Dragon Principality, turned off the engine and went downstream, and finally arrived at the White Deer Fort on the Great Wall of the Twin Stars three days later.

Bailu Fort is built of gray-white granite, built against the mountain, majestic and ethereal.

Thousands of miles of plains under the mountain, as far as the eye can see. The wind was so strong that it seemed that you could hear the battle on the ancient battlefield.

Chen Xing got off the ship with more than 200 members of the master group, and Ye Yang Bailiu took the steel sisters to get off the boat two kilometers away. Keep your distance between the two forces to avoid further clashes.

The ancients said that soldiers are fire, and if they are not used carelessly, they will set fire to themselves. This is true of the regular army, let alone the lazy mercenaries?

After disembarking and marching fifty miles to the northwest, the satellite signal disappeared and entered a low-security zone.

According to Tienuo's plan, the Thunder Light Regiment left half a day early, and the rest of the men followed. When they entered the plane first, they feigned defeat after encountering Black Caesar's ant spider group, lured the snake out of the hole, and then everyone swarmed up and annihilated the enemy in the wild.

The plan itself cannot be considered prudent, because it is not known the movements of the enemy forces. But with Chen Xing joining, under the surveillance of Sora's 360 degrees without dead ends, Black Caesar is like a kueh run.

As early as five days ago, Chen Xing saw the mercenaries with the black scepter and cloak emblems disembarking, about a thousand people, marching in a majestic northwest direction. They also left behind a team of people who handled the footprints of the car, using bamboo brooms to sweep along the road and pick up the household garbage discarded by the team members.

However, after leaving the satellite signal coverage area, Sora's monitoring failed, and he had to return to traditional tactics.

"North Bridge, no anomaly ahead." Chen Xing used the walkie-talkie to inform Yeyang Bailiu, who was two kilometers away.

"Received by Northbridge, everything is fine."

A few hours later, into the hilly terrain, there was an intermittent murmur coming from the agreed intercom channel.

"Rustle... Heroic... Reached... Rustle... area..."

"Rustle... Hexi Column... Distance... Rustle... One hundred and thirty kilometers ... Rustle... On the move......"