Free Soldier King Mixed Country

What Freman relied on was the members of the Black Dragon clan around him, who assisted Freman to complete many difficult tasks.

The failure of Rost last time had a lot to do with the existence of these people. The members of the Black Dragon clan sneaked into his residence and had already figured out all the conditions of his residence, making Freman well aware of it.

Rost lost before the battle started. The situation in the camp and the configuration of firepower were completely exposed to Freeman's eyes, so Freeman would solve the battle at such a fast speed.

If Roster is successfully rescued, then if Roster wants to fight Freeman, he will inevitably be afraid of the masters around Freman. At this time, he told Roster that there are actually such people around Xu Qiang. Rost will definitely increase his confidence.

"All I can think of is this. What should I do next is to ask you to take a trip. You must win Rost. Only with Rost's assistance can we win this battle."

Duan Zhisheng naturally has no doubts. For Xu Qiang's future, he is willing to go this trip and work as a lobbyist. In fact, it does not fit his character.

Xiaozhi moved his emotions to reason. He liked the most direct method. Since Xu Qiang encountered danger this time, he must move as a master and do what he can and should do.

"The most important thing is morale. Xu Qiang, do you have any solution?"

Xu Qiang is the leader of the mercenary group. This kind of work should be done by him. Solving the morale problem seems to be very difficult, especially when the war is about to break out, and everyone's heart is weighed down.

After lighting a cigarette and taking a few deep sips, Xu Qiang calmed himself down first, so that he could think about the problem. After a few minutes, the cigarette burned to the end.

"In order to solve the morale problem, I will take the mercenary group and implement the plan of annexation in advance, and clean up all the nearby mercenary groups."

Originally, this plan was planned to be carried out in a week's time. In order to keep everyone's morale, the plan had to be carried out in advance, he said immediately.

"Morale is not spoken out, but made by themselves. Only in battle will they forget their fears and move forward bravely. Once people are free, they will think wildly."

"You think the same as me, so we will implement it according to this plan. However, the content of the plan can only be known to a few people present, and we must not disclose any information to outsiders."

In order for Perod to keep secrets, confidentiality work must be done in place. He has already smelled it, and the mercenary group exudes a rebellious atmosphere.

As for who will rebel and who will stay and persevere, it is hard to draw conclusions now. Perrod only hopes that the Lengjian Mercenary Corps can survive this storm.

Only after experiencing this battle can they continue to survive in the mercenary world and compete for the first position. They are already on the cliff, and if they are not careful, they will fall into the abyss, and the result will be broken bones.

On the other side, with a rainstorm approaching at night, the pouring rain seemed to fall from the sky. A dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, splitting the sky in half.

In this kind of weather, no one would go out and find a place to take shelter from the rain, but for those who fled, there is no chance to stop. Even if there is a sea of ​​swords and flames ahead, they must continue to move forward.

In a military jeep, the windshield wipers were unable to remove the rain from the windshield. Soon the rain gathered again, and the car was struggling to walk on a muddy path. The splashing mud blocked the sight.

The car lights emit a pale white light to illuminate the situation ahead. The muddy road is full of rainwater. This kind of off-road capable jeep still has its wheels slipping on it.

The outer car body was full of bullet holes, bullets hit it, and the iron sheet was torn apart. At this moment, the two people sitting in the car tried to carry a dead body in the car, opened the door behind, and threw the body. Down.

During the escape along the way, they started with more than 200 people, and now only four are left. Not long ago, the chasing soldiers chased up, and a burst of fire killed the person sitting in the car, and the bullet penetrated He cut the iron sheet and punched his chest.

Although there was still a sigh of relief at the time, who would have the mind to see a doctor at such a time, and can only wait until the person dies and throw the corpse out of the car.

Rost was lying halfway in the car. He didn't expect that his fame would end up like this in the end. It didn't matter if he lost to others, but because of his own carelessness, he lost to the sinister and despicable villain Freeman. .

It is true that he likes to live a comfortable life, with tasks to take, money to make, and women to sleep around. These are enough for him. There is nothing worth keeping him fighting. He also deeply understands a truth.

The first is not easy to do, just like Sauron, unless you have absolute means to keep you in this position, otherwise it is best to live a stable life, wait until you sit in the first position and you will find out , There will be a lot of opponents around you.

It was precisely because of this kind of thought and life that Rost was paralyzed and led to Freman's invasion and attack. In the end, he was defeated and ended up here, fleeing everywhere, and Freman's pursuers were still chasing after him.

"Damn Freman, my mercenary group has been defeated by you, don't you want to let me go!"

At this moment, Rost wanted to find Freman himself, and asked him loudly, what else he wanted, is he really going to kill him?

Rost is getting old, not old, but he has become an old man in his heart. The indisputable thought that he will not beat others, and others will not be tempted by himself, it is really pitiful and sad.

He has not rested for three consecutive days. He has been fleeing everywhere, circling in the desert, running on the grassland, and finally came to this place. There are fewer and fewer people around him. Until now, only the poor are left. A few, waiting to be buried with him.

More than two hundred people died on the road, and the bodies were discarded at will. The chasing soldiers still did not give up the idea of ​​killing him. Rost wanted to live, but this hope in his heart had obviously become increasingly dim.

He is holding a gun in his hand. This gun has been with him for many years. It has always been invincible. Now that it ends like this, is he going to commit suicide by drinking bombs?