Pursuit of the Truth

The second wind from the cold 349 chapter hunter Su Ming!

The place where Su Ming and the Wu mask man battled was only a trivial piece in this big battlefield. No one else would pay attention to it except for the nearby people. ("")

But despite this, when Su Ming took off the mask from the mask man's head, in this small area, he caught everyone's attention.

The car saw it, and Yan Bo saw it. The other people who were still alive by Su Ming’s team were also seen, and the barbarians around him also saw it.

Similarly, when the head of the witch hunter was lifted and held by Su Ming, the nearby witches also saw them one by one.

"Hunting the Witch!" Su Ming stood there, carrying the head of the Wu ethnic man, and snorted at the nearby barbarian.

At the moment when his voice came out, the barbarian people here were immediately screaming, and the look was inspiring. Looking at Su Ming’s eyes, he was full of reverence.

There are not many barbarians in this small area, only a few hundred, but the hundreds of barbarians, at this moment in the amnesty, repeat the words of Su Ming.

"Hunting!!"

The killing sound of hundreds of people may not be too eye-catching on this battlefield. After all, the same voice is lingering in all directions, and it is easy to be confused, but at this moment, hundreds of people have made the same voice, so that Even on this entire battlefield, you can make a slight ripple.

The location of these hundreds of people is the southern part of this battlefield. If you look at the sky, this huge battlefield is very chaotic at first glance. If you look carefully, you can gradually see the difference. This battlefield seems to be divided into four parts.

In the southeast and northwest, these four parts seem to be the four major theaters. They don't have too sharp boundaries, but with the crowds, they can still be seen faintly.

In the southern theater, in the killing of more than tens of thousands of people, death is going on all the time. At the end of the barbarian crowd, there is a relatively peaceful place where nine barbarians with black masks are standing and surrounded by them. It is a middle-aged man who is white and unneeded. The man is wearing a long gown, his hair is scattered, his eyes are stunned, and he seems to contain deep squats. ""

He stood there, looking at the battlefield in the southern theater, silent, and the nine barbarian hunters around him prevented all the witches from coming, so that the middle-aged man could meditate but feel the changes in the entire southern theater.

He has been here for a long time. It seems that from the beginning of this war, he stood here to observe the barbarians and observe the witches, as if they were learning and comprehending some art that belonged to war.

"The barbarians have been for a long time...have not launched such a war... every ten years of engagement, the scale is far from being comparable to the present, just a play, even one hundred years ago, two hundred years ago, There are also few such wars...

But now, in just a few months, it has appeared three times. The middle-aged man looked calm and looked at the killings of the tribes. He looked at the witches’ shackles and sighed inside.

"There is no detailed deployment, no auxiliary support, no command of the commander... This is a melee. The only thing is that each team has their own operations.

Not only are these strangled people learning how to survive on such a battlefield, people like me are learning, using wars once and for all, to let them master quickly, how to control such a war...

Presumably, the same is true of the Witch. "The middle-aged man glanced at the direction of the Witch, but at the moment he looked at him, he immediately saw the place where he was looking. At the edge of the southern theater, hundreds of people simultaneously screamed at the battlefield. Out of the sound, rumors came out.

"Hunting witch!"

"Hunting witch!"

"Hunting!!"

As the voice came, it gradually spread, making more barbarians heard, and they swept away in the battle. The middle-aged man in the sacred hall flashed his eyes and stared at it.

"Go and see, in that position, what happened." He slowly spoke, and a barbarian hunter next to him, looked cold and indifferent, stepped forward, and rushed into the battlefield crowd and went straight to the hundreds. The place where people heard the sound.

Su Ming stood there, the voice of the barbarian around his ear turned into a sound wave, and as he snarled with his words, Su Ming shook his body and appeared in the car and Yan Bo.

The car was revered, and the look was very excited. The same was true of Yanbo. Looking at Su Ming’s eyes, with a respectful heart.

"Hunter adults, there are you, we can call more people, together, our strength will be even bigger!" Yan Bo excited opening.

After getting Su Ming’s nod, Yan Bo stepped forward and stood behind Su Ming, and screamed at the people around him, and heard high words.

"Citizen friends, people will be powerful, what are you waiting for, you see the actions of Su Ming adults, he killed the witch hunters, he is the hunting of our barbarian!

We are condensed together, such as the five fingers to hold the fist, go to the ground, kill the witch! "With Yanbo's voice echoing, Su Ming took out and turned into a squally wind, going straight to the people of the Witch, killing constantly, blood and rain, slowly, in this small range, but everywhere The barbarians who had no enemies around them quickly came to Su Ming here. After a while, there were nearly two hundred barbarians behind Su Ming.

This group of people is extremely clear on this chaotic battlefield. Su Ming is not good at commanding. This is not the place he wants to temper, but people are different. Yanbo is very keen on this, even the car is also It seems that there are also some talents. Under the organization of the two of them, the barbarian team of nearly 200 people, such as a long gun sweep, in this southern theater, has never been ahead!

Su Ming, right in front of them, Su Ming's will and momentum, affecting all the followers behind him, making this team, the place where it passed, became the fastest storm to kill the witches.

On this scattered battlefield, no one is absolutely safe. People will subconsciously choose a group with a large number of people close to themselves. This subconscious behavior makes Su Ming’s squad constantly killing and moving. There are always people with barbarians joining in.

The other reason is that it has a lot to do with Yanbo’s low-pitched voice. In that snoring, he constantly tells others that Su Ming has defeated the witch hunting and became a barbarian hunting thing. The killing of Su Ming in front, the indifference of the look, the firm gaze, the kind of everything and the white mask hanging on his waist are enough to prove that everything that Yan Bo has lived is real.

That mask is the recommendation of Yanbo and the sub-car, so that Su Ming will reveal it. This may be a banner of the barbarians who have been exhausted so far!

Their number is increasing. When the evening passes, when the roar of the sky is more intense, the barbarian behind Su Ming has reached as many as four hundred people.

These people, there are warriors of the Scorpio City, the disciples of Haidongzong, the same door of Tianhanzong, and the tribes of the Nanchen Land, who came to the war.

They come from various places, maybe they don't know it before today, but at this moment, they are cast a kind of friendship on the battlefield by blood and flesh. It is a friendship that screams together, bleeds together, kills people together!

For the entire battlefield, the southern theater is only a part. For the southern theater, the hundreds of people in Su Ming are only a part, and they are still a small part.

However, this small part of the power that broke out at this moment is extremely amazing. They kill each other and follow the control of Yanbo and the car to carry out their familiar replacement. As a result, everyone has a rest, every time. When individuals are safe, in this way, the team's combat effectiveness has reached its strongest.

Everyone is relieved behind themselves because they have their own comrades behind them!

Comrades, one on the battlefield, more than the words of the family!

In addition to these, these people's eyes gradually become firmer, and the killing is gradually sharp and fearless. It is a more important existence for them, that is, forever in the forefront, never seeing rest...hunters Su Ming!

Su Ming has been there, in the forefront, as the tip of the team is killing, and every step he takes forward represents the team behind him, and he has taken another step.

He is not good at commanding, and there is not much discourse, but his existence is the soul of this 400-person squad, because what he brings to others is a will, a move forward, a fearless will!

This will is even more important than Yan Bo’s command. It is the driving force behind the hundreds of people. As long as Su Ming is still at the forefront, every one in this team has experienced the barbarians who are still alive after the battle. Will follow without hesitation!

This is the battlefield, a person who does not need personal thoughts, does not need the intrigue of each other, does not need to think too much, and does not even need to think about it.

Here, the only thing that is needed is such a will. If this kind of will is possessed, in the eyes of others, it is the flame in the night, which can shine around and attract people to follow!

In the continuous killing of this squad of Su Ming, the southern theater, the relatively quiet place, always looked at the middle-aged man in Su Ming, his eyes showing bright awns.

Behind him, there is a barbarian hunter with a black mask at the moment, and he is quietly opening.

"His name is Su Ming. He just killed a witch hunter and became a hunter for my barbarian. They have about 400 people. If he does not die, the number of the team will increase."

"The will...will...I understand!" The middle-aged man's eyes were getting brighter and brighter. He thought of a barbarian warfare method because of Su Ming's things here!

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