At six o'clock in the evening, the dusk was dark and the sky was overcast.

Whew!

The wind is getting stronger.

The trees swayed, the flowers swayed, and the shadows swayed, as if there were enemies everywhere.

Dry leaves fluttered over the jungle, giving the wind a touch of decay and death.

Outside the town, the mercenaries in charge of patrolling and guarding were nervous, clutching the weapons in their hands tightly, and their eyes didn't dare to blink too often, for fear that they would miss any area.

To the south of the town, inside a huge square.

As the person in charge, Wang Chong smiled, the scar on his face was like a twisted centipede, slowly walked up to the high platform built in the square, held the microphone, and said to all the mercenaries: "Let you wait for a long time!" ”

"Good!"

"It's finally here!"

"Let's get started, we can't wait!"

There was a burst of cheers below, and it was extremely lively.

Countless mercenaries raised their hands high, their faces full of excitement and excitement, and shouted loudly, and the warm atmosphere rose wave after wave.

This long-awaited event officially kicked off with the arrival of those prisoner trucks.

On the large screens inside and outside the square, the prisoner transport truck was displayed.

The wheels rolled slowly, running over the central avenue of the town, and finally came to a steady stop outside the square.

"Click——!"

With a soft sound, the door lock of the carriage opened, and the heavy metal doors opened to the sides.

Immediately after, escorted by two elite mercenaries, a bloodied prisoner was taken out of the car.

The prisoner's body was almost untouched, his tattered clothes were stained with blood, his festering skin was covered with blood, and even his ears had been cut off, which was extremely miserable.

But the more miserable he was, the more excited the mercenaries became.

Seeing the miserable appearance of the prisoner on the big screen, many mercenaries had their eyes lit up and roared excitedly.

"Good! It's about torturing these bastards! ”

"Haha, these garbage of the South Wind Organization also have today!"

"Last time they attacked Lao Tzu's convoy and killed most of Lao Tzu's brothers, they were arrogant at that time!"

The excessive excitement caused many mercenaries to tremble all over, and their faces were bloodshot and red, but they didn't realize it, and they were still yelling frantically, not even doubting whether the prisoner was real or not.

Before the trial began, many were skeptical because of the gossip and rumors.

But now, under the impact of the warm atmosphere at the scene, the suspicions in the hearts of these people have already been washed away.

They became impulsive and blind, a bunch of machines that only knew how to cheer and shout.

At this time, if someone dares to question loudly, it will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Therefore, even if there are doubts, they dare not speak out now, and can only go with the flow.

More is always right.

Su Xia sat at the back, his eyes were calm, he shook his head slightly, and couldn't help but think: "Time is still too short, although the rumors spread by the South Wind Organization have had a certain effect, they have not completely broken the trust of many mercenaries in Wang Teng, if there is another week or two, the effect of these rumors will be better, but time waits for no one......"

During this time, the South Wind organization used many means.

Whether inside the town or outside the town, they did everything they could to disrupt the judgment as much as possible.

But they failed, and those basic means alone will not work.

In the end, you can only use firepower to decide the winner!

No matter what the era, fists and weapons are always a guarantee.

Soon, the second prisoner was escorted out.

The man was also covered in blood, his hair was scattered, one of his legs was broken, and Bai Sensen's stubble was exposed, and the flesh of the wound was rotten and dripping with rancid pus.

When ordinary people saw this scene, most of them would be so frightened that they couldn't speak.

But the mercenaries only got more excited, and the cheers got louder and louder.

On the high platform in the square, Wang Chong, the person in charge of the town, took the opportunity to smile and said, "Everyone, if it weren't for Boss Wang Teng, we wouldn't be able to catch these hateful members of the South Wind. ”

He grasped the timing very well, and suddenly made Wang Teng's name appear in the hearts of countless mercenaries.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, in the corner of the square, someone shouted words like "Boss Wang Teng" and "King of Mercenaries".

Soon, more and more people shouted, and the shouting voices gradually joined in the square, resounding inside and outside the square.

"Boss Wang Teng!"

"The King of Mercenaries!"

"The King of Mercenaries!"

“……”

Some people raised their hands to cheer, some waved the organizational flag in their hands, and the atmosphere in the square once again reached a new peak!

Many were so excited that they stood up and even danced and jumped with joy.

That excited and passionate appearance is comparable to the concerts of many big stars!

After a long time, even many leaders of mercenary organizations who came from afar were infected and unconsciously integrated into this sea of joy.

Many of the bosses of the mercenary organization began to think - should they take this opportunity to join Wang Teng's camp?

Those who can become the boss of the organization are naturally not fools.

Everyone can see Wang Teng's intentions.

The King of Mercenaries wants to unify the wandering mercenaries in the southwest and spread his influence even further afield, and this Inquisition is only the first step for him.

Even if you don't join Wang Teng's camp this time, you will have to join in the future.

What happens if you don't join......

It's clear to everybody.

During this time, there were many leaders of mercenary organizations in the wilderness who resisted Wang Teng, and they all disappeared inexplicably.

Of course, the word "disappear" is just better, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that those people who are already dead can no longer die, and maybe even the bones have been fed to the dogs.

"Alas, sooner or later, we will have to be loyal to Wang Teng, and the sooner we join, the more attention we may get." The boss of a mercenary organization sighed and made a decision in his heart.

The general trend of the times is unstoppable, and the previous history of each king will eventually come to an end.

At this moment, on the big screen, it can be seen that several more prisoners have been taken down.

These prisoners are all miserable without exception, and the worst ones have been tortured to the point that they are not human, and they don't know how many bones have been broken.

But even so, they still showed a look of refusal to give in, and some people scolded angrily on the spot.

"Come on! Come on! What's more, come to grandpa! ”

It was a young man covered in blood, who seemed to have knocked out a few teeth, and his voice was a little slurred, and he yelled angrily: "Is this all you guys doing? Tickle grandpa?! ”

"Hmph, you're still hard-mouthed when you're dying!" The mercenary who was escorting him next to him said coldly.

"Haha, grandpa, I'll go down first, and I'll wait for you garbage underground!" The young man laughed, his loose hair swaying, revealing a bloody face.

He laughed uncontrollably, and instead of thinking about fear, he was extremely arrogant, laughing and saying provocative words, like a madman who didn't know whether to live or die!

This arrogant appearance really aroused the anger of many mercenaries.

Inside and outside the square, there were bursts of angry scolding and crusade in an instant.

"Damn, it's all in our hands, and you're still so arrogant, who gave him the courage?" There is a mercenary organization boss who has been robbed of his supplies by the South Wind Organization, so he especially hates the South Wind Organization.

"He is still so arrogant when he dies, does he think that the people of the South Wind Organization will come to save him?" Said the boss of another mercenary organization.

"So many of our brothers are here today, not to mention the South Wind Organization, even if there is another North Wind Organization, we can win in one battle!"

"Well said!"

These words instantly resonated with countless mercenaries, and all the mercenaries applauded and shouted.

There are already tens of thousands of mercenaries in Town Seven who can fight, and even on the battlefield of a large-scale race war, so many combatants can be regarded as a force to be reckoned with.

At a critical moment, so many people are enough to change the course of a war!

In the past, they were all scattered in the wilderness, fighting their own battles, the small wandering mercenary organization only had more than a dozen people, and the large ones were only a few hundred, and they couldn't fight against the South Wind organization at all.

But now they're united!

"It doesn't matter what the south wind and the north wind are, even if there is another northwest wind, Lao Tzu will send them to hell!" One of the mercenaries, whose face was flushed and his eyes were bloodshot, stood up with his fists clenched and yelled, his throat almost bursting.

"Yes, send them to hell!"

"Isn't that masked monster a messenger of hell? Let him see his own people and go down with him one by one! ”

The atmosphere continued to rise, and many people couldn't care about it anymore, and they were carried away by the warm atmosphere inside and outside the square, and they dared to shout the word masked monster.

You know, before this, many mercenaries regarded the word "masked monster" as taboo.

They didn't dare to say it, for fear of being sensed by the masked monster himself.

But now, the fiery atmosphere has made them forget their fears for a while.

Beside the prisoner's car, the young man heard the words of the many mercenaries, and instead of being afraid, he laughed louder and said presumptuously: "It's up to you? You deserve to mention the Mask Boss, too? Remember your words, the mask boss will come to you and send you down one by one, grandpa, I will boil the oil pot below and wait for you! I'm waiting! Hahaha......"

"Smack!"

The mercenary next to him slapped the young man's face violently, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his cold eyes.

Then he grabbed the young man by the hair, pulled him violently, and violently dragged him towards the execution table in the square.

The young man's face was covered in blood, and he was wearing heavy shackles on his hands and feet, and the blood on his face kept falling as he was dragged along, and the shackles made a dull sound.

His words just now made the mercenaries inside and outside the square even angrier.

"Kill that bastard, but you can't let him die so arrogantly!" One of the mercenaries yelled.

"Tear off his skin inch by inch, and see if he will be so hard-mouthed!"

"Cut open his belly, take out his guts, roast and feed the dogs! Let him watch the dog eat it! ”

“……”

The wandering mercenaries in the wilderness represent a part of the bottom line of human beings in this world, because they can always do things that break through the bottom line.

In the face of unarmed ordinary people, they can commit acts of cruelty that are almost beyond the limits of human imagination.

When he was in Luoxing Town, Su Xia had already seen it.

For many mercenaries, killing and torturing meant happiness.

Blood, is one of the most intuitive sensations in the world, and it is also one of the scenes that can stimulate the nerves of the brain the most.

Soon, all sixteen prisoners were taken down.

Amid the angry scolding of countless wandering mercenaries, the sixteen disguised prisoners were tied to the cross execution rack one by one.

Their bodies were dry and emaciated, covered in filthy blood and their hair was disheveled, as if the crucifixion Jesus was about to be judged by death on the crucifixion.

Every execution rack was filled with cruel torture instruments.

Some torture instruments can make people chill just by looking at them.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside and outside the whole square was completely ignited, and the cheering mercenaries were going crazy, standing up and shouting hoarsely, as if everyone was eager to take the place of the executioner and personally go up to torture the damned prisoners.

On the high platform in the square, Wang Zhong was smiling, holding the microphone, extremely satisfied with the current scene.

That's what he wants.

"Lord Wang Teng should be satisfied."

If you want to unite the wandering mercenaries of the entire southwest region, this kind of large gathering is essential.

At this moment, Wang Chong's expression suddenly moved, he looked up at the distance in the south of the town, the smile on his face was a little more, and he whispered to himself: "It's finally here, I thought you could bear it." ”

I saw the jungle swaying in the distance, and the trees swaying.

A flock of frightened birds flew up, flapping their wings into the distant sky.

The frightened flock of birds not only attracted Wang Chong's attention, but also attracted the attention of most of the mercenaries inside and outside the square.

"It's coming!"

"The people of the south wind are coming!"

"Haha, it's finally here, I've been waiting for them for a long time!"

This time, it was not an ambush, it was not a raid, and the initiative was firmly controlled by the mercenaries themselves.

And the South Wind organization became the passive side of the battle.

"Listen, people of the south wind, if you dare to bombard the town with long-range fire, I will kill all these prisoners at once!" Wang Zhong held the microphone and said loudly.

"I know there are your people in the crowd, and it's easy to save people!"

With a smile on his face, his eyes swept through the crowd, and he said loudly: "Put down your weapons, kneel down for Lao Tzu, and beg Lao Tzu to release you, and Lao Tzu can consider letting your people go!" ”

"Well said, kneel down for Lao Tzu!"

"Haha!"

The mercenaries burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was extremely cheerful.

The cheapness of the mouth, do not take advantage of nothing!

For the upcoming battle, they have long been mentally prepared.

This time they have the advantage, and if they can't win yet, fate is not on their side.

The various groups sprang into action, some entering the fortifications that had been prepared long ago, and others sending out pathfinder squads.

And in the area in charge of the Tiger Organization, Black Tiger found Su Xia and the others.

He looked indifferent, stretched out his hand, pointed at the old mercenary surnamed Wang, and said coldly: "You, go to the jungle to explore the reality of the south wind." ”

The old mercenary was stunned, his mouth growing, and he pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Me?"