The campfire dinner in the death camp, with meat and wine, was the greatest tribute they gave to Qin Zhang, the new general.

The flesh is all the flesh and blood of spirit beasts. Although the level is not high, most of them are only yellow-level spirit meat, and it is rare to see a medium-grade spirit meat like the crystal spirit snake. The wine, which was the worst and strongest of the fierce wines, was spicy and choked as soon as it was tasted, and it was not a good wine at all.

This meat is the main purpose of the death camp's outing, either into the deep mountains, or under the sea, to hunt and kill spirit beasts to supply the army's food, and this yellow-level spirit beast is the highest combat power they can accept. Of course, this does not mean that the strength of the soldiers in the death camp is low, on the contrary, the strength of the people in the death camp is not much higher than that of most of the soldiers in the other military camps.

"Quartermaster, no, or, arguably yes. Nangong Xiong sat around a bonfire facing Qin Zhang, and he took out a piece of dough from his robe, which was pimple-oned, making people's teeth hurt when they saw it.

"It's all ground with corn husk and wheat straw, and maybe brown rice is added to it, but who knows?" Nangong Xiong smiled self-deprecatingly.

Listening to Nangong Xiong's words, Qin Zhang suddenly felt a burst of sadness. He looked up and saw that everyone was gathering around the bonfire, bragging, laughing, and the old women he saw during the day were also sitting around the bonfire, with a bowl of broth in their toothless mouths.

"We don't have military quarters, and we don't have military formations either! There are no tactics or orders, and as long as the dead battalion goes to the battlefield, it can only rush forward and kill until the war drums are beaten three times before returning to the camp. Among them, there are those who are cowardly and do not move forward, those who do not charge, those who do not kill, those who do not kill, those who retreat, those who retreat, those who kill, kill,

Nangong Xiong's voice roared in his throat, grief and anger enough to slit his throat. He wanted to shout, but he didn't want others to hear him, so he had to suppress himself desperately.

"Kill" Qin Zhang listened, and suddenly grinned, people who were not familiar with him couldn't find it at all, and at this moment, there was a sharp cold light on the side of his eyes.

"Is this the reason why you are willing to serve me as the general?" Qin Zhang turned his head and asked, his eyes were bright, so that Nangong Xiong could not see a single emotion in it.

"Yes!" he nodded. Since it is impossible to guess Qin Zhang's thoughts, then it is better not to speculate, sometimes, the truth is much better than what can be welcomed.

After Nangong Xiong finished speaking, Qin Zhang did not answer. He looked around in silence, expressionless, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Not far away, Chi Teng was a little nervous observing the movement here. He didn't know much about Qin Zhang, it was just a few days of getting along, but with those few short days of getting along, Chi Teng knew that this was a young man who was very affectionate and trustworthy.

If others are sincerely good to him, he will also be sincerely good to others. This is the Qin Zhang he knows!

Chi Teng's ears suddenly sounded a crisp bell, and he saw the corpse that was fried into minced meat surrounded by a layer of water scale armor that day, and saw the young man's pale face, the already pale little face, and the smile that looked up to Zhao Kunteng.

Although it is reluctant, it is sincere and without hypocrisy.

"Boss, you must remember what I said!" Chi Teng clenched his fists, looked at the side face of Qin Zhang on the bonfire, and muttered to himself.

The battle of Chi Teng did not catch up, and when the team he was in returned to the camp, the battle between Qin Zhang and Nangong Xiong had already ended, and Chi Teng only had time to see the back of Qin Zhang leaving with Nangong Xiong.

God knows that he was excited when he heard others say, "This young man is holding a golden seal and is coming to take charge of the death camp", because he was so excited, he directly slapped the noisy others around him to the ground.

After that, he came to Nangong Xiong for an interview non-stop.

"You say, let him take over the death camp with full authority?" Nangong Xiong smashed the desk in front of him with one palm, and even wanted to break into the camp tent with one palm, and Chi Teng, who was ashamed of his words in front of him, was smashed.

Pick up? ridiculous!

To take over the death camp is to surrender your life to him. As long as people live, they will not willingly seek death by themselves, Nangong Xiong is like this, and everyone in the death camp is like this.

Therefore, as soon as Chi Teng's words came out, Nangong Xiong's eyes were full of doubts, and he was wondering if Chi Teng was a spy sent by someone.

"Yes, that's what I mean!" Chi Teng's palm spread out, and countless metal black wires were tangled and entangled, like a slow-growing plant.

This metal black wire made Nangong Xiong's eyes shrink, and the anger in his heart was extinguished. He suddenly remembered, if he said that he spared his life, the kid in front of him deserved to be the one who spared his life the most in the death camp, and said that he was a spy? Nangong Xiong smiled, there is no rumor in the world that there is a clansman in the Mandala clan who will be a spy for others.

That's an incredibly dignified race!

"So?" asked Nangong Xiong.

"Zhao Kunteng!" Chi Teng replied: "He is the brother that Zhao Kunteng admitted, I believe in Zhao Kunteng's vision! However, you don't know Zhao Kunteng, so you won't believe it." However, what I want to tell you is that Zhao Kunteng is Murong Guixu's most trusted and valued brother!"

"What?" Nangong Xiong exclaimed directly.

It turned out to be Murong Guixu

His eyes were confused, as if he had seen the iron-blooded capital again, and the tall figure of stepping on the wall of the Nine Dragons.

"It turned out to be him, then" Nangong Xiong gritted his teeth, stared at Chi Teng's eyes and said word by word: "I bet!"

I gambled, my life, my future!

The word gambling has been the most mysterious and wonderful word since ancient times. At a glance, the future is positive and negative, either winning or losing. For example, now Nangong Xiong, either life or death!

"Hey!"

Nangong Xiong let out a light sigh and looked at Qin Zhang's side face unscrupulously. Just such a young man, with fluff on his lips, can he attract the attention of Murong Guixu?

In Nangong Xiong's memory, Murong Guixu has never paid attention to anyone, and has never had any brothers, but since it was Chiteng who said it, there must be a Zhao Kunteng in the world, and a Zhao Kunteng who Murong Guixu regarded as a brother.

And can become Murong Guixu's brother, how can this person's vision be too much worse than Murong Guixu.

The brother of such a person

"Ha, good wine!"

Qin Zhang's voice suddenly came, interrupting Nangong Xiong's thoughts.

"Good meat, ha!"

Qin Zhang Dalu laughed and showed a big smile to Nangong Xiong, this smile was so warm that it made Nangong Xiong lose his mind for a moment.

"Whoa, laughing like a!" Nangong Xiong snorted.

Not far away, Chi Teng also smiled, and countless golden and black threads lurked under his clothes like swimming snakes, winding and climbing on his skin, and finally condensed into a strange pattern, like a blooming leafless flower.

"He agreed!" Chi Teng clenched his fists, a touch of excitement rose from the bottom of his heart.

This smile is as warm as a shy big boy, with the smell of sunshine. Chi Teng has seen it, and Qin Zhang has shown such a smile to Zhao Kunteng before.

"So, I'm betting right?"

Chi Teng narrowed his eyes and smiled like a child: "Bet right!

The bonfire was still burning, the smell of meat, the smell of wine, and the atmosphere in the field became more and more hot, as if everyone was sensitive to something, and their smiles were like this fire, more and more enthusiastic. The largest bonfire, the teenager's sitting posture is as steady as a bell.

"Whew!"

Just as the end was about to end, a loud shout suddenly came out of the sky, and everyone looked up in surprise.

"Have you ever seen a man covered in blood?" a voice came, dry and hoarse.