"Quentin, you bastard, cheer me on, beat that grandson hard, don't let him get away with it!"

"Sam, I've put all the money on you, if you dare to lose for me, you won't even want to drink this month......!

"Come on, Quentin!"

"Sam beat me up......"

In the field, two big men scuffled together shirtless, and a group of soldiers shouted and cheered together in a circle. One of the people in the battle kicked the other party away and scolded: "Quentin, you bastard, you can't beat me, or hurry up and admit defeat." And Claude, even if I win, we won't have to drink, this is the battlefield, if Lord Lugus finds out, your ass won't want to lie down and sleep for a month, halu haha......"

Just when Sam was beaming, the guy known as Quentin rolled on the spot and pounced on Sam, grabbed his feet and tripped him up, and the whole person just twisted his legs and grabbed the opponent's arms, and the combined fists and feet quickly subdued Sam to the ground. Da Lu laughed and said, "Sam, are you so capable? It's useless to do anything except have a strong mouth, surrender quickly, or I'll break your arm!"

"You damn bastard, if you have the ability, you will break Lao Tzu's arm!...... Yes...... Quentin, you bastard!" Sam was about to say something cruel when he was screamed at by the other party.

"Sam, you're so embarrassed to me, just like that?"

"Lao Tzu's Blue is gone, damn it!"

"Sam, you'd better surrender!" Quentin cried triumphantly as he grabbed him, what he loved most as a warrior was the feeling of being in the spotlight at the moment. So he enjoyed the pleasure at this time, he was able to subdue the enemy, and he was not in a hurry to end the battle, and the so-called twisted arm of the robe who was fighting together was just some tricks to scare people.

"Oops, oops...... Quentin, you bastard, hurry up and let Lao Tzu go! Lao Tzu has conceded defeat......" Sam screamed.

The farce ended in the noise and boos of the crowd, and after Quentin let go of Sam, the two immediately hugged each other and slapped each other's backs fiercely, only knocking loudly.

"Ha Luha, don't make love here for the two of you, it's time to disperse!" one person quipped, and suddenly a group of people burst into laughter!

"Knock knock knock ......" The rapid drum beat suddenly sounded, and the rapid rhythm only made everyone's blood surge.

The crowd looked at each other and didn't know what was going on, and one of them shouted: "What's the matter? Could it be that there is an enemy attack? Otherwise, how can the drums be sounded at night?"

"Everybody in line, ready to fight!Mullin's beard is coming to the camp!" shouted a herald as he rode past.

"What's the matter, these beards dare to hit me?"

"You guys stop chattering, hurry up and put on your armor and line up, let's teach these bastards a good lesson!"

"Got it, head! just wait and see how we teach these beards a lesson!" said the frolicking Celtic warriors, all dressed in armor and armed with weapons in hand, stood in line under the command of the centurion, waiting for the next instruction. Sam nudged Quentin and said, "Hey, you kid has been getting a lot of strength lately, I'm going to have a good fight with you after this battle is over, it's a great loss to lose to you today......"

"I advise you not to fight with me, even if you fight hard, you will be beaten by me. Quentin smirked.

The centurion was a burly man with a long scar on his face, carrying a huge Xuanhua plate axe, looking at the chaos of these soldiers below, a little displeased, and shouted: "Give me quiet!" The buzzing howl was conveyed, and these guys were finally a little quieter.

"Haven't you been complaining that these Mullin guys can't shrink like a turtle? This turtle has finally crawled out of his turtle shell tonight, it's time to prove your bravery, if anyone gets knocked over by these guys on the battlefield, don't give me a fucking return, our Celtic brothers can't afford to lose this man, pick up the guy in your hand, and give me a hard call to these bearded people, let them know that we are powerful, we Celts are invincible! The centurion raised his axe and roared, raising the morale of his men again and again.

"Invincible! invincible!" shouted the crowd!

"Hold up your chests, raise your weapons in your hands, and vent your anger fiercely, the enemy is right in front of you, and defeat them!" shouted the centurion again.

"Down with them, down with them!" The morale gradually burst under the encouragement again and again. The Celtic soldiers screamed excitedly with their weapons in their hands, eager to dismantle the Mullin guys.

"Moo!" a dull horn buzzed. Their team of 100 slowly moved forward with the large team. When the Celtic and Germanic remnants confronted the Mullins, they saw a steady stream of people, waving Mullin's banner and majestic alpacas riding ahead.

"Oh my God, how many people are there, are they ready to fight us to the death?"

"I don't know how to do it, it's estimated that it's at least twice as much as ours, are these guys pulling the whole team out of the city? These Mullin's beards are really crazy. The tense and exciting atmosphere filled everyone's surroundings, making their hearts pound and jump faster, their blood boiling in their bodies over and over again, and the war was about to break out.

The two sides looked at each other from a distance, and without any negotiation, Lugus shouted, "Celtic is invincible!" and the rear screamed. There was another huge "attack", and all the teams drove forward, waving the weapons in their hands and walking in unison, and the speed of progress became faster and faster, so that the land began to clang. Quentin could already see the expressions on the bearded men's faces. The nervousness made him grasp the weapon in his hand hard, a trace of sweat seeping from his palm and wetting the weapon, at this time he wanted to stop, but it was difficult to stop, and the team behind him was like a torrent of pushing him faster and faster, and hit the opposite team in a straight way.

"Quentin, pay attention, you must survive, I am still waiting to seek revenge on you!" Sam suddenly shouted at Quentin.

Hearing Sam's words, Quentin smiled heartily and shouted, "Lao Tzu is waiting for you!"

"Bang!"

The violent impact caused the two teams to slam together, kicking up a monstrous amount of dust, and it was impossible to feel the impact of the tens of thousands of people fighting without seeing it with their own eyes. No matter how strong anyone's strength is, it is insignificant in this flesh and blood frenzy, and if you want to survive, you can only attack, attack, attack, and attack, and kill all the enemies in front of you in a straight way!

War is like a huge meat grinder, and it has to be full of blood since it has been started to stop.

Sam and Quentin were like duckweeds, thrown into this pool of blood, without even a ripple.

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