The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

　　 is the night, and the cold wind blows the earth, bringing icy coldness to the world.

　　 The sun, which was originally high in the sky and illuminating all living beings, has already set, and the due task has been completed.

　　 To the south of Morton City, on a vast plain, the warmth of the sun that had been left in the day was also dissipated by the cold wind at night, with a sense of sadness.

　　 Either in groups or lonely beasts wandering in this vast wilderness, busy with food for a day under the cover of the dark night.

The cold silver moon hangs high in the sky, and quietly sheds the quiet light, as if a layer of tulle has been placed on this green and vibrant field. As for the sins that occur under this moonlight, it is just like the past years. It's all in the eyes like that, just watching quietly.

　　嗷woo!

　　 The stern wolf howl spread far away in the quiet night, bringing long-lost vitality to this silent wilderness.

　　 However, on such a plain that looks like a dark forest, in this area where many beasts are mixed, it is not necessarily a good thing to actively expose one's own existence.

　　 In the middle of the plain, several silver wolves quietly surround their prey, a wounded tiger, but not in a hurry.

　　 The first wolf in this pack of wolves is particularly strong, almost comparable to an equally strong calf.

　　 The shiny silver hair is extremely supple, but under the guise of the supple hair, it is like a sculpture-like smooth muscles with strength and speed.

　　 The cold moonlight quietly shed, giving some faint light to the few people who are facing each other.

　　 However, at this moment, the bloodthirsty light in the eyes of these wolves is no less inferior to this quiet and gauzy moonlight.

　　 The sturdier head wolf than the other packs of wolves just stood on a high place, quietly watching the injured tiger besieged by the pack of wolves.

　　 A good tiger can't stand a pack of wolves, let alone a wounded tiger confronts a group of terrifying silver wolves.

With the passage of time, just a few minutes of effort, in such a high-intensity battle, there was originally a wounded tiger who was bleeding too much, and for a while was a little dizzy, and a silver wolf who was identified with the opportunity was behind. A new injury was added to the leg.

　　 In this case, let alone injured, even if it is a stalemate, it is also a fatal crisis for this tiger. After all, he does not have the capital to consume with the other party.

　　 What's more, the wound on the tiger's hind leg is not shallow at all.

　　Roar!

　　 with the majestic roar of being a top beast on the mainland, suddenly exploded, and the sound of thunder rolled, spreading in all directions.

　　 However, hearing the Tiger's warning, these besieging packs of wolves are even more excited.

　　 The silver wolf leader who was originally standing on a high place just watching also burned with blazing flames in his eyes, and had the intention of ending.

　　 But at this moment.

　　 These formerly confronting, immortal enemies stopped at the same time, looking in the same direction with a frightened face.

　　 Next moment.

　　飒!

　　 A black shadow suddenly ran across the sky, and the strong wind that it brought up could even sway the strong grass on the plain.

　　Before the black shadow appeared, the beasts that had been confronting each other started to flee without an appointment, ignoring that they were still fighting for life before.

　　'S posture of fleeing in a hurry, he does not have the domineering as a top predator, but has the appearance of a wild dog running away with its tail sandwiched.

　　 It’s just that they failed to do what they wanted.

　　 An indifferent red glow with a sweet aura flashed past, and the movements of the many beasts that had fled in all directions suddenly stopped.

　　 Their bodies were still being trapped by powerful inertia and fleeing forward, but their stiff and uncontrollable bodies couldn't do what they wanted, and they rolled forward as if they had tripped over.

After 　　, a crimson line of blood appeared on the necks of these silver wolves and tigers, and their huge heads suddenly fell, staining the original green field red.

　　 The terrifying vitality still remains in the bodies of these beasts, causing hot blood to spray out of their necks, and this is their last warning to the people of the tribe.

A hundred meters away, a group of wolves rushed all the way after their leader sent a signal, but only saw the last scene of the wolves. Their eyes revealed anger and hatred but mixed with fear. After hesitating for a while, this About a dozen wolves finally chose to give up and fled towards the distance.

　　 Because their keen sense of tempering in the endless life and death in this dangerous nature tells them that if they dare to fight back, then death will be their only destination.

　　 Regarding all of this, the black shadow in the sky is naturally clear, but he doesn't care.

　　 "Glain, what are you doing?"

　　 The huge black shadow suddenly fell, leaning over the mighty silver wolf corpse, making a terrifying sound as if he was swallowing something.

　　 A voice full of strong majesty fell suddenly, making a sound.

　　 Not far away, in the dark night shaded by trees, seven differently dressed and distinctive people came out.

　　The mighty middle-aged man in the lead looked at Glenn who was taking the lead, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, but he did not express it, but questioned the other party as impartially as possible.

　　 "What are you doing, haven't you seen it? I'm eating."

　　 The man called Glenn replied without raising his head, but the words were all nonchalant.

　　 Hearing such words that didn't have the slightest respect and almost didn't put him in his eyes, the anger in the eyes of the leading mighty man was even worse, but he did not choose to vent it.

　　Because, although such a process is extremely refreshing, but the result still makes him a little unbearable.

　　 After all, the other party is not his subordinate, but more of a cooperative relationship. He is only the nominal leader of this operation and has no substantive management power over others.

However, this is the case. Although other people say they would not take him as a leader seriously, most of the time they still do not show it so clearly. Only this guy is really too much, which makes him feel too much. Rage burst out.

　　 However, thinking of the importance of his mission this time, the leading man still endured it abruptly.

　　 "Glain, you should know the importance of our mission, but also understand what kind of enemy we are going to face. Are you so arrogant and arrogant that you want all of us to bury you for your mistakes!"

The mighty man led by 　　 was stern, he seemed to exude extremely heavy pressure from all over his body, and the surrounding air also made a slight blast, as if he couldn't bear the majestic aura on his body.

　　 The surrounding air pressure suddenly fell, and the cold wind suddenly rose, swaying the weeds around, as if parallel to the ground.

　　 However, Glenn, who was under the main pressure, did not react at all to the sudden aura of the mighty man. He just lowered his head and sucked his blood regardless, enjoying the sweetness of sweetness.

　　 Looking at such a scene, the few people standing beside the mighty man did not speak, but stood there watching the play, with various expressions on their faces.

　　 Although the mighty man cannot capture the expressions of everyone around him, what he has seen so far is enough to make him understand other people's attitudes.

　　 The kind of implicit but not intentionally concealed joking, ridicule, and funny, almost made the anger in his heart rise like a volcano about to erupt.

　　 The terrifying aura is burning, endlessly rising, and the oppressive face that was originally extremely righteous gradually turns black.

　　 For all of this, Glenn seems to know, but also doesn't seem to know.

　　 Ten seconds later, on the eve of the mighty man about to explode, Glenn finally stood up and stretched out very comfortably.

　　Under the moonlight, this guy who slaughtered a group of brutal beasts in an instant finally revealed his true face.

　　Glain was dressed in a black tuxedo, bathed in the quiet moonlight, as if he was a gentleman from an ancient nobleman, with a natural aristocracy.

　　 He is very handsome, with soft facial features but no lack of strength. There is a vicious charm all over the person, like a bottomless abyss, and he is born with a very attractive sense of mystery.

　　 The combination of this natural extravagance and the evil charm and handsomeness of his face has become a deadly poison for women.

　　 Few people can refuse such a temptation, and few people can resist such an attraction.

　　 Of course, all the people present are very few.

　　 Glenn patted his sleeves, as if he had just finished eating, put down his slightly rolled up sleeves, casually glanced in the direction of the mighty man, and said casually.

　　 "Johnson, don't talk so big and kill everyone. I can't bear this kind of crime."

　　 Boom!

The terrifying vigor is overflowing, and the area that has already been destroyed is even more overwhelmed at this time. Weeds, turf, mud... all kinds of things are flying wildly in the turbulent confrontation between the two sides, like two The swarm of bees fighting fiercely.

　　 Glenn and Johnson, who are facing each other, seem to have an invisible gas envelope in front of them, as if the tip of a needle collided with the wheat.

　　 "It's okay, it's okay, the two of you calm down, it's not a big deal, why is it so."

　　 "That's right, if we haven't seen anyone yet, we ourselves fight first. What a thing."

　　 "There is still some distance from the steam train track here. There can be no risk."

　　 "The steam train hasn't come yet, it's okay for Glenn to kill a few beasts."

　　 "……"

　　 By this time, the few people who were watching were no longer indifferent, or seemed sincere, casual, or pretentious.

　　 The two facing each other also went downhill, ending the original tension.

　　 After all, after the conflict, they knew it was wrong. Their goals and others hadn't appeared yet, but they started internal fighting. This is not right.

　　 But at that time they were also riding a tiger. After all, whoever let go first meant that he conceded first, and once surrendered, it meant that he lost his autonomy in the next actions.

　　 Such a result, no matter who it is, it is unbearable.

　　 So, they have been waiting for someone to pass the steps, but they didn't expect those guys to be watching the scene all the time, which also made them continue to confront each other.

　　 Of course, even if there is no one to get them down the stairs in the end, they can't fight, after all, that is really shameful.

　　 The greatest possibility is that the two sides let go of cruel words, and then turn this page over tacitly.

　　 After all, they don’t really have any uncommon hatred, nor do they have any inherent conflicts of interest. On the contrary, they even have the same goals.

　　 Their own contradictions, more of them, are contradictions in their styles, beliefs, and methods of dealing with each other.

　　 But these are not irreconcilable, it's just a bit difficult.

　　 But they didn't seem to think about mediation either. They chose the most usual and most practical method at this time, cold treatment.

　　 In the following journey, although everyone kept quietly approaching in the direction of the steam train track, almost no one spoke. But it can be clearly seen that even in the silent atmosphere, Glenn is still incompatible with Johnson.

　　 If it weren't for someone else to act as a buffer, it is estimated that they would just part ways directly would be the most likely result.

　　 After all, everyone is a strongman, and they have completed difficult tasks many times. I really don't think that this task will fail without the other party.

　　 In this weird silence, the piercing whistle pierced the silence of the night, and the sound of clanging clanging approached from a distance, and the bright car lights pierced the darkness like a sharp arrow, tearing the dark night to pieces.

　　 Under the quiet moonlight, the huge steel beast snaked forward like a horrible snake that was indescribable, swiftly traversing the vast plain.

　　 At the same time, Glenn, Johnson and others are already in place, quietly lurking on the side of the train track, watching the existence that shines brightly in the dark night.

　　 As the train continued to approach, the brilliance in their eyes became more and more hot.

　　……

　　 steam rail train, in the first-class carriage.

　　 The train stopped and went, and the people on the train came and went. The passengers around Alan and them did not know how much they had changed.

　　 But Ellen and the others are still sitting there, not moving at all.

　　If someone can keep observing from Alan and the others in the car, maybe they will discover this strangeness.

　　 But, yes, there are no such idlers.

It was late at night, and the passengers who had been boiled for a whole day and the noisy all day had already calmed down, either peacefully or half-waking into their sleep~www.wuxiaspot.com~ regaining tiredness. Spirit.

　　 The whole train began to fall silent, like a hibernating snake, no more aura.

　　 The lights in the train compartment became faint, no longer as bright as when it first entered the night, and no longer so dazzling in the quiet late night, just reassuring.

　　 The night is getting deeper and deeper. Those passengers who had been carrying some worries, some fears, and some vigilance fell asleep unknowingly. The corners of their mouths were drawn with sweet smiles, as if they were dreaming of something wonderful.

　　Da! Clap! Clap! Da...

　　 The sound of footsteps, clear but faint to the point of impossibility, came from far and near from one end of the carriage.

　　 A tall man walked out from the direction of the locomotive. He wore a flat blue beret on his head, black high-top Martin boots on his feet, and a very clean and neat flight attendant uniform.

　　 He walked very smoothly, his steps were not hurried or slow, and from time to time he lowered his head to straighten the skewed passengers to their proper position.

　　 After a short while, he walked up to Allen and them.

　　 seemed to have seen something, there was a smile on his face, he leaned slightly and stretched out his hand, leaning in the direction of Austin.

　　 Snap!

　　 "Your hand is stretched too long."

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