In front of the gate of the collapsed wall, the Prophet, wearing a black suit and a red tie, leather shoes and a top hat, stood in the cargo compartment of a modified pickup truck painted with bright oil paint, holding a microphone connected to the roof loudspeaker, and said very seriously: "Compatriots, do you see, this is the power of the black saints. ”

"A big family connected by dreams and hopes is not afraid of any hardship. As long as the heart for happiness is still beating in the chest, and as long as the spark of the desire for freedom is still bursting, the black saints will never perish. ”

"Fellow citizens, I know that the confrontation that took place a few days ago was initiated by the Governor of Gem City, and it was because of his persecution and temptation that you had to pick up your guns and knives against our people."

"There are some people who misunderstand the Black Saints and think that we are the destroyers of order. What I want to say is that you don't really get to know us. ”

"When you have a complete and complete understanding of the Black Saints, you will find that we are not the destroyers of order, we will be the founders of order. And the Governor of Gem City, and the Black Hand Mercenary Regiment on which he depends, are the criminal, old-fashioned, reactionary profit-grabbers, the moths who lie on the languishing wastelanders. ”

"Compatriots, in the environment of the post-apocalyptic wasteland, what we should do should be united, rebuild our homeland, and restore the culture that countless descendants of Yan and Huang are proud of, instead of killing each other for a nest that can be swallowed and a bottle of water that can be drunk, and become a beast that has lost people's hearts and reason."

"Remember who we are------ people. We are not animals, we are people! ”

On either side of the modified pickup truck equipped with loudspeakers, many members of the Black Saints raised guns in both hands and let out fanatical shouts.

Wooha, wooha, wooha, wooha......

Prophets, prophets, prophets, prophets......

At the guard tower closest to the gate of the wall, Hu Laosi kicked the buttocks of the dead soldier lying in the cement stack, and watched as the corpse fell from a height and fell to the ground in a large zigzag.

The Prophet's car drove by, and he didn't whine and cheer like those people, frowning at the wall that sank into the night, a little strange about the reaction of the pandaren legion.

The enemy should be very difficult to entangle, but the counterattack they encountered was not sharp at all, and it could be said that it was very weak, and it was almost crushed at the touch of a button.

He still remembered that on the way here, the backbone of the Razor Man Demon looked confident.

What's really going on here? What the hell are those Razor Demons going on behind their backs?

Looking at the brightly lit office building in the distance, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes huddled together.

The scene looks familiar, like ...... It's like what happened to the Black Saints before.

Just because he didn't experience it firsthand doesn't mean he didn't listen to his peers. Because of that guy named Li Xiang, he was ridiculed by the people around him, thinking that he was not strict in his control and almost killed the prophet.

Of course, this thing tastes completely different from the mouth of the adult.

The Prophet said that the conflict was a fateful ordeal, both for him and for the Black Saints.

In the face of the five enemies of the inner ghosts, the guards of the Gem City, the black mercenaries, the panda army and the living corpses, the Black Saints did not fall here, which is simply a miracle and a revelation of fate.

The Black Saints will be reborn from the ashes and become stronger.

The Prophet's words were quickly verified------ Yang Zhi of the Razor-Man Demon took the initiative to send someone to contact after that incident to further express goodwill and friendship, so that the Black Saints had their first ally.

This is a good thing, but it has become a problem for Hu Laosi.

Reason told him that Yang Zhi's decision to ally with the Black Saints was to establish a resistance front to deal with the threat of Gem City and the Pandaren Legion. After all, because of this incident, the governor and Zang Feng are a little close.

The Jewel City Guards, the Black Hand Mercenaries, and the Pandaren Legion can join forces to attack the Black Saints, and they can also deal with the Razormen together.

On the other hand, he was happy to accept that it was a test of fate. As the prophet said, the tide of civilization is mighty, from the Renaissance to the Industrial Revolution, from the collapse of feudalism to the rise of capitalism, and any old power that tries to block human progress will be swept away.

The prophet told them that it took five revolutions for the old France to establish a republic.

Although there are repetitions in the middle, the general direction will not change.

Only those who pursue progress, those who have hope, those who know how to respect, those who are good at thinking, and those who are sober-minded are qualified to stand by his side and appreciate how the tide of the times is turbulent and how the long river of history is.

Hu Laosi hopes that he is such a person, and he can accompany the man who exudes the brilliance of humanity to the peak.

Unlike the fanatical Black Saints, who were so fanatical that they were hysterical, Yang Zhi, the leader of the Razormen and Demons, wore an inconspicuous leather suit and mixed in the crowd to enter the base of the Pandaren Legion.

He wears a filter device that resembles a mouth-biting breathing apparatus on his face, and black windproof glasses on the bridge of his nose, so that he can't see the back face.

Compared to the Black Saints, the razor-man demon battle soldiers were much more cautious, and after making sure that the resistance forces around the wall had been eliminated, Yang Zhi beckoned to the shadow area on the right side of the door.

A figure approached in the night.

"Well done." Yang Zhi snapped his fingers behind him.

A henchman brought a metal box, opened the lid, and inside was more than fifty doses of Jett.

The faces of those who rushed out of the shadow area were full of excitement, and their eyes were green.

If there is someone from the Panda Man Legion, he will definitely recognize the identity of this person------ the old man of the legion, Da Liu.

"Here's what you want." Yang Zhi looked at the addict in front of him and said.

Lei Laoer's death really helped him a lot.

If Lei Lao Er didn't die, Da Liu would not agree to this deal, and how could they successfully break through the portal of the Panda Man Legion base.

The Pandaren Legion can let his own people blend in with the Black Saints, and of course he can buy news from the Pandaren Legion.

Gem City is a gold cave, whether it is bandits, traders, mercenaries, scavengers, monster hunters, they will go there to have some fun in their free time.

This provides a platform for intelligence spying.

Some people use food to lure the target to speak, some people use women to lure the target to speak, and some people threaten the target to speak with force.

In addition to this, there is one thing that can make addicts lose their ground------ Jett.

The Pandaren Legion is not a black hand mercenary, and there are many Jett addicts in this relatively loosely managed organization, and it is easy to trade some information with a little means.

Da Liu is the informant of the secret development of the Razor Man Demon.

As an old man of the legion, Da Liu's understanding of the Panda Man Legion is far beyond that of ordinary soldiers, but Da Liu is very smart and measured, and it was painless information that he sold to Razor Man and Demon in the past.

Until Lei Lao Er died, Da Liu, as a friend, knew that he had no backer, and he would not be trusted if he switched to Tian Hu, and it was impossible for Lieshou to reuse a man, as for his "friend" Zeng Hua? That's a soft egg.

When the Razor Demon asked him if he wanted to make a big deal, he shrewdly agreed.

Today is the day he betrayed the Pandaren Army------ it was because of him that Yang Zhi knew that Zang Feng was returning today; It was because he planted C-4 explosives in the gate that the Black Saints and the Razor-Man demons were able to drive in.

In fact...... This is the second deal he's made today, and he's made a bit of extra money before that.

I'm going to leave anyway, of course, I can make a little more.

Just like what Zang Feng cares about most is not the Pandaren Legion that he founded single-handedly, but the blind and lame little girl, his feelings for the Pandaren Legion are far less than a box of Jetter.