Just, just lose like that?

The failure of the first game frustrated the morale of the coalition forces.

Seeing Zheng Qiao changing the newcomer in the second game, he couldn't help but feel familiar frustration in his heart. According to the previous results of fighting, what are you fighting now? If you can't win the next two games, it's better to turn the table and start the battle now.

There is a big difference between losing only one game and losing three games.

Even if you win one game in the middle, it will be two to one.

But no one dares to say what he is in his heart.

"Who should I send to fight this second game?"

Someone in the coalition whispered. Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally turned their eyes to Kang Shi and Gu Ren. Gu Ren's face was slightly dark, and Chao Lian, behind him, moved slightly and blocked Shao Chong with his body.

Kang Shi's reaction was even more direct. He took a step back! He did not avoid the sight of his allies, but just sneered: "What do you think of Kang like this? My Lord Chen Tang is not here now, and Wei Yuanyuan is also taken away by her. If another person comes out to fight, there will be a three-way and two-way shortcoming, and even a commander is lacking. A small family is not as good as your family's great business, so please forgive me."

The most famous 15th-class young masters among the coalition forces, Shaochong, Chen Tang, Wei Shou and Chu Jie in Gu Ren's side.

Chu Jie was in the battle against Li Pass and the gods descended from the sky, killing the enemy general Qi Cang incarnated, with a strong sense of existence. However, no matter how strong it is, Kang Shi was not going to let him end. At this critical moment, the Alliance Army still wanted to hide its shortcomings, so it would be too much to push others into cannon fodder!

As soon as these words were spoken, who could not hear the dissatisfaction in Kang Shi's words?

But everyone was thick-skinned and could not see anything unusual. However, Qian Yong laughed out loud with disrespect. Or was he too thin-skinned, and he was so embarrassed by this group of people, and these hypocrites are really villains, so how could these hypocrites be as if nothing had happened?

Qian Yong's tone seemed to be a little gloating.

"Luckily, the surname Chen is not here, otherwise there will be a fun view."

Chen Tang had made a feat of beating his allies in public.

"I'm willing to go!"

In the end, the generals under Huang Lie took the tent to relieve the embarrassment on the field. When Huang Lie saw him come out, his posture relaxed a lot. The general looked about forty years old, and his body looked not as strong and thin as an ordinary martial artist. The most important thing was his accent. He was obviously a sloppy man, but his accent was a little soft tone of Wu Nong.

Huang Lie said: "In this way, I wish you a prosperous martial arts fortune."

The general held his fists and took the order, turned around and flew towards the ice.

"This is another fifteenth-class young master! Is it really that the old man has been squatting in Yongguguan, a bitter and cold place, and can't keep up?" Old General Jiang grinned, stroking his beard and groaned, "Realistically speaking, if his strength reaches this level, it is impossible for him to have no reputation. How did Huang Lie attract people?"

Chu Jie said: "His accent."

As soon as you hear the accent, you will know that it is not from the Northwest.

At this time, Lu Jue also joined the chat.

"I know one thing. I heard that he was very successful in the south a few years ago. He wanted to do it alone when he was ambitious. Who knew that he would leave the news without caution when doing things, which would cause the whole family to be either killed or exiled. He almost lost his life. With the help of a group of disciples, he fled from his homeland. After somehow he met Huang, who was kind to him."

General Jiang was surprised and said, "How did you know?"

Lu Jue said: "Of course it sounds."

Life in the army is boring and cumbersome, and soldiers at the bottom also need some activities to pass the time and cannot go out for fun. Then chatting privately to spread gossip became the only choice. Even those like Lu Jue who only knows how to practice and train troops were forced to listen to it. Ordinary soldiers still have a natural yearning for the strong, so they are naturally prone to becoming regular visitors to gossip content.

Chen Tang was strict in governing the army, allowing soldiers to have entertainment activities, such as listening to books and reading, but prohibiting them from talking about high-level generals, let alone leaking information from generals in third parties. Other forces are not so strict, and military discipline can even be called scattered.

Lu Jue was bored and went to inquire about the news.

It’s not that he is gossiping, he just wants to know more about the strong.

After chatting for a while, the second battle had already begun. The two martial arts burst into collisions attracted the attention of General Jiang. He stopped the chat and turned his attention to the battlefield. After watching for a while, he said, "This game is stable."

Lu Jue said: "We still have to lose?"

General Jiang smiled and said, "No, I want to win."

Lu Jue looked at the two rays of light that fought fiercely. The two collided strongly, causing large pits to explode from time to time on the ice surface, and ice chips were flying all over the sky. From a distance, he thought it was snow-white smoke and dust. He sighed a little annoyed, and he didn't see the trick at all.

The two are obviously not much different in strength.

General Jiang saw Lu Jue's depression in his eyes.

He smiled and said, "You want to know why?"

Lu Jue asked: "I want to know."

General Jiang said: "I guess."

Lu Jue: "..."

Otherwise, why do you say that ginger is still spicy?

The old general Jiang would make this judgment not based on the strength of the two off the field, but because he firmly believed that Huang Lie would not let the coalition lose the second game. If he lost the second game, Zheng Qiao's side would send the 16th-class player to the league, and the coalition would lose all three games.

Morale is so sluggish, and you're still fucking.

The second battle lasted nearly half a quarter of an hour longer than the first game. The two of them were indeed very close, only between the two. Zheng Qiao supported her cheeks with the back of her hand, looked at it and felt boring, and yawned, "This game is really boring..."

boom--

Once facing a head-on bomb, Zheng Qiao's side was indeed defeated.

Half of his feet were broken.

"Come on your own-"

Take advantage of the illness and kill people.

Taking advantage of the injury, the opponent's injury will be injured and kill the person with all his strength. Only in this way can the morale blow brought by the first defeat be restored. At the same time, the other allies of the coalition forces are deterred and Wu Xian kicked.

How could the enemy general surrender and kill him?

Although his desire to survive exploded to the extreme and his own speed was as fast as possible, he was still a little slower.

boom--

A light blade that is more dazzling than the storm of the sun broke through the rain curtain, tearing open the gloom, a flash in the pan, and fleeting in a flash.

puff!

Something fell to the ground.

The defeated general was extremely fast. When he thought he had escaped and saved his life, he found that the height around him was wrong.

He turned his head in confusion, and the intestines dragged outside and the gusts of blood turned into a thrilling painting, breaking into his child's hole, and the pain made his expression distorted. His eyes swept to the direction he came, and he vaguely saw a large pool of blood in the place...

The lower half of his body remained on the ice.

The upper half of the body escaped back.

This horror discovery made his face turn pale.

The bumpy ice surface gradually healed under the restoration of literary energy. The coalition was quiet for a moment, and then the cheers of thunder and thunder broke out, and the sound of war drums completely covered the other side. Zheng Qiao's eyes were slightly bright, as if they were surprised: "It's interesting."

He doesn't care about winning or losing at all.

Zheng Qiao only cares about the endless fun he sees.

Currently, one win and one loss, a draw.

Qi Cang, who closed his eyes and rested, opened his eyes. He stood up calmly and walked towards the river bank, step by step, like an ordinary person.

The colleague who had only half his body left the way, his steps were slightly paused.

Qi Cang lowered his eyes slightly, and there was indifference in his eyes.

"Save, save me-"

The pain made the general's facial features distorted.

He tried hard to stretch out his hands and grabbed Qi Cang's battle boots on one side, and refused to let go even if his fingers fell into the cold rivets on the battle boots. He begged, prompted by his desire to survive, "Please General Qi save General Mo, General Mo doesn't want to die yet!"

"The last one doesn't want to die—"

"Save me! Save me! Save--"

The last word was not available, but instead it was a dull and broken sound. Qi Cang looked at the blood ball and the twisted face that exploded under his feet, and kicked it, kicking it to the side with a kick. His movements were natural and smooth, as if he was not stomping on his colleague's celestial cover, nor was he kicking the other party's half body, but a piece of garbage blocking his way forward.

Qi Cang said indifferently: "The incompetent thing."

This strange scene made the other side stunned.

General Jiang was so shocked that he pulled down a small thigh of beards. He couldn't hold it out for a while. Someone rubbed his eyes, fearing that this scene would be dazzled by himself. However, no matter how they rubbed their eyes, the scene in front of him did not change at all.

The loser in the second game was really trampled on by his colleagues.

This is a fifteenth grade!

Was he treated like this after his defeat?

As the fright disappeared, a cold and cold surged into my heart.

No matter how cruel they are, the two armies will not be able to do this in front of the battlefield.

Da, da, da...

Accompanied by the rhythmic pace, Qi Cang stood firm on the river surface, and his eyes swept over the Huang Lie General who was still on the river surface.

Frown, raise your hand, and slap.

Then a scene that everyone unexpectedly happened.

The phantom of the giant palm dozens of feet long appeared out of thin air, and flew away the generals on the field like driving away flies. The latter stood there stupidly without dodging or avoiding, and was forced to take this opportunity. The speed was so fast that even the martial arts armor was rubbed out of heat.
To be continued...