"Why don't you dare? Since you do it, you will give Lao Tzu to death, and there is a reason for the opponent to go back easily. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Arnold's sneering voice was clear throughout the surroundings.

"Besides......... Lao Tzu has just warned you that if you don't get out of the house within three breaths, then Lao Tzu will make you regret being born in this world. ”

"For example...... !! like this"

With a bang, Arnold folded his hands and broke his hands in a scream from the squadron.

Then a heavy punch slammed into the squadron leader's face, knocking his entire nose into a deep depression.

Blood gushed out like a hollow spring on the squadron leader's face, soaking through the clothes on his chest in the blink of an eye.

This moment made Arnold look as terrifying as a demon god.

"Ah!!!h

Inhuman screams of pain came from the squadron leader's mouth, his whole body trembling constantly, his arms swinging wildly.

At this moment, the squadron leader was finally scared.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that when he meets someone he can't afford to provoke, he kicks the iron plate.

"The battalion commander is mighty. ”

Twenty sergeants howled wildly with excitement.

Now, the squadron leader finally knows who the person in front of him is, it turned out to be the battalion commander of the defending army, he remembered that there was once a battalion commander who was particularly protective of the short, fighting, or fighting and killing the enemy was on the front line, no wonder why these soldiers of the defending army seemed to be a different person one by one, it turned out to be a battalion of people, and they were all the people who protected the short battalion commander.

Sure enough, there are soldiers who have battalion commanders!

The battalion commander is a madman, and all the soldiers under him have naturally become madmen.

The squadron leader obviously didn't know that the battalion commander had died heroically, and of course, if Arnold knew, he would have understood that there was actually more than one battalion commander.

This time...... This time it's a kick on the iron plate.

"Camp Master Ye! Misunderstanding...... This is a misunderstanding.................. I'm going to get out of here.................. Take someone out of ...... right away."

Life hangs in the balance, where does the squadron leader dare to pull hard.

He is not an undead shelf, nor is he a real nobleman, nor is he a madman, so naturally he does not have that fearless spirit of sacrifice and crazy energy.

When it was time to admit and beg for mercy, he, the squadron leader, should not be soft-mouthed.

After all... Dignity is precious, life is more valuable, and the squadron leader doesn't want to die so early, especially if he dies tragically in the infighting, there is nowhere to say.

However, it was obviously too late for the squadron leader to beg for mercy at this time, and Arnold had already saved his intention to use him to establish his authority, so how could he let him go.

"It's !! late"

With a thunderous cold drink, Arnold provoked a trace of hideousness in his eyes, and slammed a punch into the squadron leader's chest.

This time, the squadron leader flew out of the hotel with people and meat, and fell to the ground fiercely, obviously about to lose consciousness.

"Black ......"

He couldn't even scream, and the squadron leader was so painful that his whole body was spasming and twitching, and he was lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The fierce brawl in the hotel soon caused onlookers around to be surprised by Arnold's violence, but they had to admit that Arnold was very manly at this moment.

Arnold ignored the squadron leader outside and continued to walk towards the other noble private armies.

The squadron leader felt that his eyes were gradually darkening, and all the images and sounds were getting farther and farther away from him, until they disappeared completely.

"Bang !!"

Arnold's hands swung as the bodies of countless nobles made a freefall motion, slamming heavily on the ground, shaking the hearts of everyone else inside and outside the hotel.

The next moment, Arnold looked back and smiled, and his handsome face fell into the eyes of others, and it was as hideous and terrifying as the demon of hell.

At the same time, the surrounding seven battalion sergeants were also unambiguous, although they were injured one by one, they did not feel the slightest pain and stagnation under the boiling killing intent of their whole bodies, and defeated the soldiers of the noble army like evil wolves.

The fist landed on them, as if it had landed on a dead object, and they were desperate to be punched ten times by the other party, and they had to resolutely kill an enemy.

When it comes to fighting, the soldiers on the side of the aristocratic army do have the advantage of being outnumbered.

But in terms of ferocity, the two sides are obviously not at the same level.

The sergeants of the seventh battalion were honed on the battlefield with the Nolerians, and the undead through n battles, where are the ruffians of the noble army comparable.

This was the work of a blink of an eye, and the aristocratic army lay down more than forty people.

On the other hand, on the side of the Seventh Battalion, it was only beaten badly on the surface, and not even a single person fell.

At this point, there were more than 100 people on the side of the aristocratic army, and they were defeated.

Fr. Gordon alone killed most of them, and the rest of Arnold was just cleaning up the battlefield.

I didn't see it, this black-faced man is very good at hands-on and is a good fighter.

is usually very arrogant, but in fact it is rough and delicate, no wonder it can survive two wars.

Arnold learned from the military headquarters that Fergordon had returned to the fortress from the front line before being incorporated into the Seventh Battalion.

At this time, a group of soldiers of the noble army had already been obviously cowardly, and they could still move and began to scatter, intending to escape from this terrible place of right and wrong.

Arnold only smiled disdainfully, and did not continue to kill them, he needed them to call someone to bring these doglegs back.

Besides, sometimes, it's a good idea to leave some fish out of the net to promote yourself.

This was always in Arnold's plans.

"Owner, clean up this place, and then set two tables of fine wine for us in the private room. Don't worry, I won't eat you in vain, I will take care of the money for the wine and food, and I am responsible for the broken things here!"

With a greeting, Arnold stepped on the corpses all over the ground, walked in front of the hotel owner, and then took out a small bag of gold coins from the space ring, threw it to him without looking, and walked straight upstairs.

He had secretly exchanged the gold coins in the system for most of the Adelaide gold coins before, so there was no misunderstanding.

Behind him, there was a group of sergeants of the Seventh Battalion, who looked miserable but murderous, and no one dared to face them.

Arnold knew that today's battle would soon spread throughout the streets and alleys of the west of the city, and perhaps soon reach the ears of Legion Commander Regg.

And all this was seen by Albert, who was sitting at a table in the corner of the hotel, as a nobleman, instead of showing hatred, he worshipped Arnold abnormally.

"This is a real man, Essen, you said that it would be nice if I became such a person, so that the family would not look down on me, and my father would not disown me. ”

"Albert. Essen gently called the name of the brother of life and death, patted his shoulder comfortingly, and looked at Arnold's eyes, which were also full of admiration.