In the dark night, there was no trace of light. The bright moon and stars in the sky seemed to be shy, covered by large dark clouds, making the earth gray. Only a few balls of open flames were still jumping in the air from time to time. With the dark light, you could see fast-moving black shadows rushing towards the camp. Several soldiers had just yawned, and the eyes of the curtain suddenly opened wide and wanted to call, but although they had grown their mouths, they could not shout at all. The blood gushed out from their necks, sprinkling a strong smell of blood. Then their eyes were filled with fear, and then they dimmed. They wanted to reach out to cover their necks, but they could not cover the blood. They opened their mouths and tried to take a breath of air, but they could only hear the sound of their necks making like broken paper in the wind. Death was that simple.

After dealing with several patrol soldiers, the black shadow immediately rushed into the tents one by one, and flashed in his hands; the green light and his eyes emitted a green light, floating in the dark night, but it took away fresh lives again and again. The soldiers, the soldiers who were sleeping, only reacted after their necks were separated, but it was too late, very late, and could only make a whistling sound of breaking the fan, and then looked at the black ghosts in horror as they continued to kill their comrades, but they could not help at all.

The boiling blood rushed out of his body and was soon frozen on the ground by the cold wind, slowly becoming solidified. The strong smell of blood and the breath of fear slowly filled the entire camp. The black ghost was still jumping through each tent until the last miserable scream sounded.

"Damn it, who was so careless?" A man in black heard the miserable scream, and the long sword in his hand pulled back from a warrior's neck, allowing boiling blood to spray on his body, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.

The miserable screams seemed so abrupt and so desolate in this quiet and terrifying camp. They pierced the sky and the aura of fear in the entire camp, and sprinkled all the sounds in the ears of the sleeping soldiers. With a loud noise, all the soldiers began to pick up their weapons at the fastest speed, put on their armor, and rushed out, but only saw a group of dark backs rushing towards the distance. Now even if they rode a horse and chased after them, they might not be able to catch up.

The whole air was filled with bloody smell. The cold wind blew, and all of them blew into the noses of these soldiers, causing the hysterical soldiers to tremble uncontrollably. All the dark red blood came into their eyes, and there were corpses covered with terrified faces, stiff bodies, and their hands tried to cover their necks, but their eyes were so helpless and terrified.

"Ah......" A soldier with a little thin figure couldn't help but shout loudly, his voice was full of fear, despair, and helplessness. His face was crazy, and he ran out crazy. This was a hell, a Shura field. Every minute and every second here would hurt the nerves of these soldiers, making them feel that the night was so cold.

"Come back." Han Hu's roar sounded, and Han Hu, who was wearing armor, stood among the crowd like a javelin, staring at the soldier who had already run out in cold eyes and shouted loudly. The spear in his hand had slowly risen, and the tip of the gun was facing the back of the escaped soldier, and his heart had beating to the extreme.

The soldiers around also became worried, and their throats were dry, hoping that the escaped soldier would come back. You know, escaping is a serious crime of beheading and even implicating the nine tribes. Therefore, under such pressure, basically no soldiers in the Bourbon Empire had deserters. They would rather die in battle than escape by themselves. Not only did they die, but their families would also be implicated. This is not what the soldiers wanted to see.

The escaped soldier did not stop. Now the soldier has lost his mind and just wants to leave this Shura land as soon as possible and leave this place where the blood in his body is about to solidify. This is not a place where people should stay. If you leave, you must leave here.

He shouted wildly, shouting his name. The soldier who had lost his mind didn't know why he called his name. He just wanted to do this to hide his fear. His face was covered with tears, his nose, and his mouth were wide open, and he ran wildly.

Han Hu's face muscles shook a few times, a cold light appeared in his eyes. He slowly lifted his arm up, then formed a throwing posture, gritted his teeth, and then looked at the soldier's back as if his strength had been suddenly pulled away at this moment. He put down his arm weakly and said indifferently: "Reorganize the army, march quickly, and kill towards Fengyun Valley."

The soldiers beside Hanhu breathed a sigh of relief and felt glad for the escaped soldier, but they also knew that although they had not been killed by General Hanhu now, the punishment they faced in the future would be greater, which would make the escaped soldier regret his decision.

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"Young Master, what should I do if that deserter?" Cole stood beside Ziyun and asked with a cold expression. His eyes looked at the figure of the deserter getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help but lick his dry lips. After Ziyun's scolding, Cole had changed his original fighting posture, no longer cruelly dismembered the enemy and tear it into pieces, and also made all the wolf warriors no longer do that. However, his bloodthirsty nature made Cole not want to let an enemy go, even a deserter.

"Catch it, don't kill it." Ziyun said lightly.

"Catch it?" Cole looked at Ziyun in surprise, not understanding why Ziyun was, but Cole knew that this was not the question he was going to ask, he just needed to do it. Without ordering the other wolf warriors to do this, he rushed out quickly and rushed to the deserter. Looking at the deserter's shocked expression, he sneered, and a cold light flashed across his white teeth, which made the deserter's white teeth shone with a trembling heart. He knelt on the ground crying and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Cole looked at the deserter with contempt, and his original bloodthirsty mood disappeared without a trace. This cowardly enemy was not worth doing it himself. He snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed the deserter's clothes, and ran towards the dense forest where Ziyun was holding a baby.

"Don't eat me, don't eat me, ah, don't eat me..." The deserter shouted frantically, his face turned bloody because of the blood filling and swelling, his eyes covered with blood, and his body twisted wildly, trying to break free from Cole's hands.

"Bang." Cole looked gloomy and still stood in front of Ziyun, and his mouth kept twitching. Damn, after eating you, he really treated us as monsters. This is really a shame to the wolf warriors. Now Cole understands why the temple took action three hundred years ago, and the wolf warriors would fail at their peak. Because the killing nature and cruel methods of the wolf warriors have made people treat the wolf warriors as demons. They didn't understand it before, but now Cole has a deep understanding of it because of the crazy words of the deserter.

The deserter raised his head and looked at Ziyun with a smile on his face. The panic in his heart slowly disappeared. However, when he saw the wolf warriors around Ziyun, and Hutou and other Fengyun Valley guards, crazy fear arose in his heart again.

"Haha, this is Hanhu's subordinate, it's so frustrating." Harry laughed and looked at the deserter, and said with a big laugh.

The deserter was already in horror and sweating like rain. Seeing Harry's huge body, coupled with Harry's mouth and white teeth, he was just as good as the legendary demon.

"You, you demons, don't eat me, please don't eat me." The deserter's body shook violently, and his voice trembled word by word.

"Damn, who is the demon?" Harry's face changed, and he immediately swallowed his laughter, looking at the poor deserter with anger, but Harry's appearance is even more terrifying now. At least to the deserter's eyes, this face full of fat and ferocious looks became more and more like a demon.
Chapter completed!