Bug Master In Doomsday

The tempering of blood and fire has greatly improved an army. War has always been cruel. Without experiencing a tragic war, the army's will can never become iron and blood!

"Master! Our brothers have lost a total of 56 people, and now there are only 444 people left!"

Fu Wendao bowed his head and bowed his hands respectfully. There was not much mood swing in his words!

The soldiers who died in the battle have all been buried, and none of the graves have been erected, leaving only a flat piece of land.

Wang Mang looked at the new soil, his sharp eyes closed slightly, and he sighed quietly.

He didn't want the dead soldiers to have a solemn tombstone, but this is the last days, cruel and hungry monsters, greedy humans, they don't know how to respect the dead!

"Pile up all the hyena corpses in that clearing!"

Wang Mang watched as the soldiers had collected the demon pill and fangs of the hyena, and threw the broken corpses on the pudgy and smelly land.

Thousands of hyena corpses were directly piled into a corpse mountain more than 30 meters high. Just looking at it, you can feel a shock from the bottom of my heart!

Wang Mang looked solemn and waved with one hand, and more than a hundred buzzing fire locusts flew out of the ring of insects and mustards. They were scattered in mid-air and surrounded all corners of Shishan.

‘Boom! "The abrupt Wang Mang snapped his fingers, and all the fire locusts exploded in an instant.

Splashing fuel spilled on the hyena's corpse, and the purple-red flames soared up to several meters high, and the whole corpse mountain turned into a huge fireball that burned endlessly!

"Let's go, let's travel another five kilometers and rest!"

Wang Mang stared at the ‘volcano’ that made ‘patter~patter’ from time to time. After watching for a few minutes, he suddenly turned around.

He raised his hand to several captains on the side, and led them out of this battlefield that caused them heavy losses!

.........

In a clearing no more than 80 kilometers away from Peng City, Wang Mang sat on a tree stump, smiling and looking at a group of excited soldiers.

"Captain! Captain! I have a few hyena demon pill left, I think I can be promoted to the fourth low-level today!"

A simple-faced soldier ran to the corps soldier with a smile, and patted his chest confidently, "Captain, don’t worry, my accumulation is deep enough, promotion shouldn’t be a problem!"

The corps leader with sturdy limbs and a beard looked at the excited soldiers under him, and he also showed a smile.

"Little Liu, your talent is really good, you swallowed a Tier 3 peak demon pill so quickly that you digested it?!"

Xiaoliu touched his head a little embarrassedly, and looked at the comrade-in-arms brother beside him, "I'm sorry everyone, I am too impatient, and it doesn't matter if I get promoted later."

"Little Liu, what are you talking about? It's too late for my brothers to see you are happy to be promoted, Captain, I have a few Hyena Demon Pills!"

The veteran with a beard touched his hand-wrapped beard, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we have one of the best demon pills in our team.

There are only five at the top of Tier 3, and there are also two at Tier 4 low-level. I didn't count the rest of the other ranks. The rough count is at least one hundred and sixty! "

"Hey! Then let Xiaoliu advance to the rank first. Xiaoliu will become our corps this time, second only to the leader!"

Xiao Liu was embarrassed to show a simple and honest smile, and the soldiers around all laughed at this.