The three of them were suddenly overjoyed! Unexpectedly, No. 7 took the initiative to send them to the door for them to cut!

The three of them raised their knives in unison and slashed at Seven.

But when the steel knife was about to slash Seven's head, Six, who was standing in the middle of the three, suddenly heard a strong force in his abdomen, and his body flew straight backwards.

On the left and right, No. 5 and No. 8, the arm wielding the knife was suddenly held by a strong force, and then the wrist was numb, and the steel knife was out of his hand.

"Brush..."

"Brush..."

Two skin-tearing sounds sounded, and the eye level of the two of them dropped rapidly, and when they were stable again, they could see a pair of familiar shoes.

"Poof..."

"Poof..."

The corpses of No. 5 and No. 8 fell to the ground weakly.

Their heads, on the other hand, rolled to the side of their bodies.

Too fast, too fast!

Two were beheaded, one was kicked away!

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and the kicked Six didn't even see Seven's movements.

Six was kicked off and hit the tent's iron pillars.

Fortunately, the pillars were stuck in the ground, and they were extremely strong, otherwise he would have flown out of the tent.

That's it, and the iron pillar behind him was also knocked out of an arc.

When he stood up, like a demon-possessed Seven, holding a steel knife in each hand, slowly walked towards him.

He recognized the two knives as the five and eight knives.

Looking behind Seven again, Five and Eight were already in different places, and blood was spurting out from the broken part of their necks.

No. 6 only felt numb all over his body, and his abdomen was originally overturned, but at this moment, he was stimulated by the scene in front of him and vomited directly.

"Don't... Don't kill me! We are brothers, we are brothers..."

Six unconsciously begged for mercy, but before he could finish speaking, a line of blood appeared on his neck, following in the footsteps of Five and Eight.

"Bell, bell..."

Seven turned his head to look, and at this time, he and No. 2 and No. 4 were left in the entire tent.

At this moment, No. 2 and No. 4 both had traumatic injuries on their bodies, and blood flowed.

Number Two looked at the demonic Number Seven and nodded with a smile on his face, as if encouraging or appreciating.

"Seven, we'll be brothers again in the next life!" said Two, with a sense of relief.

After saying that, he rushed towards Four.

Number Four was startled, and Number Two was completely defenseless, and rushed directly towards him, and the steel knife in his hand stabbed into Number Two's abdomen without hindrance.

But before No. 4 could react, he had a sharp pain in his back and looked at No. 2 with an incredulous expression.

After Two's body and Four's body were pressed together, he went around Four's body with both hands, held the steel knife behind his back, and stabbed Four's body directly in the back.

Both of them eventually died together.

Number Seven is awakened by the words of Number Two!

The blood in his eyes gradually cleared, and he looked around in horror, with blood all over the ground and corpses all over the ground.

"Plop. ”

He fell to his knees and watched in disbelief, his brother, the best brother of ten years, lying in front of him.

Pictures kept flashing in his mind.

It was him, it was he who killed his best brother!

Just now, Seven was like being possessed by the devil, and there was only one voice in his head, which was killing, killing for survival!

"Well, yes, a little faster than I expected. The voice of the number one leader appeared.

Seven turned his head, his face blank and miserable, his eyes full of resentment.

At this moment, in his heart, home, family, warmth, and happiness have been completely destroyed by his own hands, and it is the people behind the No. 1 Sect Leader who are driving this matter.

"Please don't look at me like this, when you enter here, today's fate is already doomed, and everyone can't resist, they can only obey!" The No. 1 Sect Leader lost his previous indifference on his face, and even had a hint of respect for No. 7 in his tone.

"Their souls will surely be accepted by the great god Antar, and they will go to the land of longing for eternal peace and happiness. "Instructor No. 1 actually comforted No. 7, which was completely impossible in the past.

(The god Antar, a god of heaven in Mongolia, usually eats the dead by vultures, which carry people's souls to the sky.) ）

"Let's go, come out with me. Leader No. 1 said.

He stepped forward to support No. 7 who was kneeling on the ground, although he sighed in his heart, but he had encountered such a scene before, and he had expected it a long time ago, and he also understood No. 7's feelings in his heart.

Before leaving the tent, No. 7 took a last nostalgic look at the tent, eight brothers, brothers who have been with each other for ten years, and have extremely deep feelings.

No. 7 walked out of the tent, surrounded by dense Mongolian soldiers, and everyone showed a look of curiosity and awe on their faces.

The instructor, on the other hand, sat in front of the nine tents and saw No. 7 walk out, his eyes were not surprised, but he shot a look of appreciation, as if he already knew the result in his heart, and waited for this moment to prove it.

"Bell, bell..."

The sound of weapons colliding was heard.

No. 7 looked at the other eight tents, which were also playing cannibalism and fratricidal scenes, and his heart was sad, but he was helpless.

In front of the instructor was a stick of incense, half burned.

This incense is much thicker than the incense used in ordinary temples, and the fragrance emitted by burning makes people smell refreshed and feel calm.

"This is a rare piece of red sandalwood, and the price of one piece is comparable to a box of gold. The instructor looked at Seven and smiled.

This is the second time Seven has seen the instructor laugh.

The first time was on the prairie, when I was eight years old...

He didn't speak, and there was a hint of anger and resentment in his eyes again.

The instructor, who had long expected that No. 7 would have such a look, smiled slightly, and said, "You think it's cruel, don't you?

"I am a soldier, a soldier who obeys the orders of the empire, and it can even be said that it is a war machine cultivated by the state, I often miss my hometown, my family, and the sweet milk tea, but for the sake of my homeland, the country, and the emperor's will, I can only stay here and cultivate a mastiff like you. At this, the instructor paused, as if he felt that he was talking too much.

When the incense was about to be burned, from the other eight tents, the final victors came out one after another.

"Well, yes, it's finally all out, and the final battle is about to start, and the mastiff is about to be born. The instructor muttered to himself.

Number Seven looked surprised, the final battle?

Is it really as the second said, they are training to kill mastiffs?

Listening to the instructor's meaning, there will be a battle for a while, is it to let the last nine people fight again?

Seven was right.

When the other eight people walked out of their tents one after another, the instructor took out a slender pale yellow incense stick and began to light it.

"You only have a stick of incense to rest, and then, you will face the final selection of the mastiff!"

The instructor's voice was not loud, but it traveled far away, and everyone heard the instructor's words, and all eight people had angry and tired expressions on their faces.

Each of them had more or less wounds on their bodies, some were stabbed in the chest, some were shot in the arm, and none of them were intact.

Although everyone was reluctant to do so, they knew in their hearts that there was only one way in front of them, and either these people would die or they would die.

Everyone sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and regained their strength.

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"Alright, you can fight!" the instructor stood up and walked towards the perimeter.

At the same time, the surrounding Mongol army became an encirclement and gradually shrunk, leaving only a ground for nine men to fight.

Finally, the instructor took a deep look at No. 7, and his eyes shot a look of expectation, although he didn't say it explicitly, but subconsciously, he hoped that No. 7 could win, after all, No. 7 was his most optimistic student.

The nine members kept moving closer to the middle, and the soldiers surrounding them pushed and shouted, allowing the nine of them to enter the middle position.

"Blood, power, victory! Fight, fight for the last mastiff!"

There was a shout from the periphery of the Mongolian army, it was the voice of the instructor.

"Whew!"

One of them was the first to make a move, and he attacked one of the people next to him!

The other dodged backwards and quickly counterattacked.

In an instant, everyone mingled.

But strangely, everyone's goal is not to actively choose Seven, as if he is an insignificant person who will come to clean him up in the end.

Seven looked at the people fighting in the field, his eyes full of sadness.

He thought that he was lonely and helpless, but finally got the favor of God, and he had brothers, warmth, and a rich life of food and clothing.

Unexpectedly, he encountered a demon who created the Garden of Eden, and asked him to destroy it with his own hands.

A wave of anger and hatred kept gathering in my heart.

"Ahh

Seven roared, his eyes blood-red again.

His body was like a bolt of lightning, extremely fast, and he aimed at the person beside him, and stretched out his hand.

"Click!"

"Click!"

.........

Seven is like a ghost, with a flowing figure that makes it difficult for others to see clearly.

His shot is simple, direct, and swift, and his moves are aimed at the key points.

As soon as they made a move, the four of them fell down softly like a refreshing eggplant, and their faces still maintained a fighting look.

"Why!"

Seven yelled again, and his body quickly rushed towards the other four.

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Not surprisingly, the eight people were lying on the ground, their eyes were glazed, but their expressions still retained the hideous look of the battle.

Seven stood alone in the center of the circular field, the soldiers around him casting awe-inspiring glances at him.

At this moment, the legendary mastiff that is comparable to the killing god was finally born, and in front of everyone's eyes, they were born!

One of the nine survived, and he fought against eight other strong men!

In the end, the one who survives is the king of mankind, the god of war, and the mastiff!

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

.........

The surrounding soldiers began to cheer, because an incomparably powerful warrior, the strongest of the strong, the killing mastiff was born!

Seven's eyes were ruthless, his expression was cold, and there was no trace of emotion, and he looked at everyone around him, and there was a cruel smile on his face.

Truly like a demon!

Several of the soldiers who stared at him had frightened expressions on their faces, and their eyes wandered away from other places!

"Bang Bang!"

In the camp of the soldiers, the sound of a man's slap sounded!

"Oh, that's good!

The instructor's laughter was heard.

He stepped out of the crowd and looked at Seven, a look of approval on his face, as if excited about his masterpiece1

"Is this the result you want?" said to the instructor for the first time.

The instructor's face trembled slightly, and soon disappeared without a trace, and he said lightly: "Result? Yes, this may be the result I want, but this result is also an inevitable result, the result you decided when you stepped here." ”

Seven was silent, his eyes full of cruelty.

The instructor continued: "Have you ever heard the proverb that a man will become famous and withered forever?

The birth of a famous general is all about stepping on the pinnacle of white bones, and you are the same!

Ten years ago, I said that I would take you on the path of a hero! Now I have fulfilled my promise that you will be a sharp weapon of the battlefield, a god of war, the sharpest bayonet, the most mysterious weapon, and the nightmare of the enemy generals!"

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A few months later, Seven entered the battlefield and looked at the rough-moving, sluggish soldier who was cutting vegetables and slaughtering his enemies.

But this is not the most important thing, all the Mongolian soldiers swept the enemy army and completed an absolute victory!

All of this is because of Seven! a man with only a code name!

At the beginning of the battle, like a ghost, he infiltrated the enemy's commandery, single-handedly stabbed the local commander, and retreated safely.

The enemy army without a commander is like a headless fly, fleeing like a tide, and the Mongolian army easily completes the chase and killing.

Countless enemy troops allowed the Mongolian army to brutally slaughter.

There is a cloud in the art of war, rout but not flight, escape but not chaos, and the direction is superior.

But in the past, there had never been a commander who had just started a war, hid in the rear, and was protected by layers of soldiers, and it was unimaginable that he was easily killed.

Like a ghost, Seven slashed countless managers and their guards with unimaginable swiftness and decisiveness.

This high-spirited state of affairs lasted for several years, and Mongolia also went from a small border country that could only succumb to the desert steppe to the supreme king of the Nordic continent.

But as the saying goes, if you are prosperous, you will lose, and if you make up for the shortfall, you will lose more than you.

Finally, the Mongolian army continued to penetrate deep into northern Europe, crossing the steppe, passing through the next door, and opening a great distance from the wrong logistical support.

In the absence of support, they were met with an ambush, an ambush in the gorge.

In this battle, the enemy army was well prepared, and the Mongolian army was proud to underestimate the enemy, and fought in the flat grassland Gobi all the year round, and rarely encountered the terrain of dense forests, mountain streams, valleys and pits and secluded roads.

The Mongolian army was defeated, and the boulders on the top of the mountain and the arrows on the mountainside ruthlessly harvested the lives of the soldiers.

In this battle, the Mongolian army was almost completely annihilated, and the great hero of Mongolia, the god of war, was also captured by the enemy.

Since No. 7 and the other soldiers were wearing ordinary military uniforms, hundreds of Mongolian soldiers were captured and sent back to the enemy country to be beheaded to show the public, so as to boost the army's prestige!

But corruption is a word that has existed since ancient times, and enemy generals are well aware of it.

On the way to transport, the escorted enemy generals colluded with the merchants to secretly buy and sell.