The bloody color shines on the towers of Yong'an City at dusk, and the halos look a bit unique.

Lao Luo pursed his lips and knocked the cigarette pot on the bottom of the stone. His originally numb eyes became sharper as the sun sets.

"Lao Luo, it's almost night. Today is probably the fifth attack of the Angel Army!"

A young man suddenly ran down the corner tower behind Lao Luo. He looked only at the age of being ahead, and his eyes were full of childishness and hope. His face looked pretty, but a scar on the left side slanted to the corner of his eyes looked a bit destructive.

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"That's called a cult, don't mention the name of angels, don't say that he is not a god, even if he is a god, he is still an evil god!" Lao Luo hummed and taught a lesson.

The young man smiled and blew up, putting his shield against the sunset on the battlements of the city walls, "This... the defenders are half gone, and the rest are old, weak and disabled soldiers. Why don't you leave?"

Lao Luo looked up and looked at the young man strangely, "Is the city lord who sent you to be a lobbyist?"

The young man held a gun in one hand and rubbed the back of his head, "I'm just curious."

Looking back, I probably knew that the battle was about to begin, and the veterans on the entire city wall stood up. They should organize their equipment, replenish energy and stutter and eat, and urinate and defecate anywhere if they should solve physiological problems...

Well, the young man ignored something and continued to turn around: "And what's even more surprising is that those who stayed are all veterans!"

Lao Luo pursed his lips again, and at the same time he got up and picked up the gourd on his waist and took a sip of bulk white wine. Alas, the only regret in his life is that he didn't drink even the authentic high-end drunken world once!

Her face turned cold, Lao Luo was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the boy holding a pot of Zui Hongchen and pressing him on his face. He couldn't help but be happy, "Although it's not high-end, there's no better!"

The young man curled his lips, "It would be nice to have this level."

Lao Luo squatted down again and leaned against the wall, picked up the Zui Hongchen and took a sip, and then threw the wine pot to the old guy next door, "Brother, this guy asked you why you stayed?"

"Gudu, the people from the Evil God Cult don't like it!" Veteran No. 2 threw the wine pot to the next to him.

"Gudu, ah, my tongue is numb. Well, in my heart, the only god should be Emperor Chen!" said the veteran No. 3.

The young man was a little surprised, but when he saw the scar on the face of the veteran No. 3, he suddenly understood that it was not a weapon, but a tattoo that was gently dug out. In the past, he was tattooed on it only by the heavy prisoners and slaves. Since he could join the army, he was naturally not a heavy prisoner, so he should be a slave. At that time, Emperor Jhin changed the law repeatedly and abolished slaves from the plain level.

The wine pot is getting farther and farther away, and young people are getting more and more reasons, but these reasons are becoming more and more chaotic, as if they are just to highlight their own extraordinary things. Anyway, they cannot be repeated with others.

In this way, the sound became farther and farther away, and all the wine in the wine pot was drunk. But this did not prevent anything. Those with wine were conveyed, and those without wine laughed and scrambled over.

Lao Luo shook his head funny, "These old **s!"

The young man rolled his eyes when he heard this, "You are about the same."

Lao Luo took another puff of the cigarette pot, "Don't look at the unfair words they all said, but we all survived the time when the King of the World was overwhelming. We know how precious peace is!"

"But why do you have to stay and fight?"

"Huh!" Lao Luo breathed a breath of smoke with a hilarious voice, "Conquering the world is a kind of ability, and maintaining peace is also a kind of ability. In the past, King Jhin had this ability. But now..."

"What's wrong now?" the young man asked.

"Now we don't know who has this ability." Lao Luo's words confused the young man a little.

"Since I don't know, why do you have to go against the Angel Army?"

Before Lao Luo could say anything, a veteran next to him was already smiling and slapped the floor, "Angel Army? Hehe, although we don't know who can bring peace and prosperity to the Flower Kingdom, we know that this evil god must not do it!"

"Yes, an evil god fooled a group of fools. He wanted to make peace in the world with some nonsense rules?"

"That's right, I don't know where so many idiots came from."

"It's not where so many idiots come from, it's good that idiots hide before."

"Hahaha!"

The young man smiled, and suddenly a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Then do you think General Bakuba of the Sun Flame Legion can lead the Flower Kingdom to prosperity, or what about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

The air in the entire city tower seemed to suddenly stagnate. The next second laughter came, Lao Luo looked at the young man meaningfully, "Your questions are very interesting, as if we are really familiar with national affairs."

"That's right, we are just some veterans in Yong'an City who are about to die for their country. But you are just a small soldier, but you shouldn't care about this kind of thing. This is because Your Majesty has just disappeared. Ruoyi is afraid that you will kill your nine clans in the past!" Old Luo laughed, and the wrinkles on his lips were squeezed together.

The young man didn't care, and just replied: "It would be too rude to say this now. If it were the past, Your Majesty would have killed your nine clans!"

"Old Luo, I don't have any nine clans. Besides, the Hua Kingdom is in chaos now. No one can say which one will win the decisive battle between the Sun Yan Legion and the eldest prince!"

"Oh, I think Baku will win. The Japanese-Yan Legion is the most famous army in our Hua Kingdom."

"No, right, the eldest prince has the military god Chu to follow him, so the eldest prince should have a greater chance of winning."

"But the eldest prince has few troops, so that's not enough for the Sun Yan Legion to fight."

"When I was fighting against the Heguo army, I still had the equipment, so I won!"

"That's different. Beating outsiders is not the same as beating your own people. If I am asked to fight against the enemy of Heguo, I can beat ten of them at one time! But if I fight with my own people, it would be meaningless."

"Hehe, you seem to be quite unmotivated when you said this. I don't think you were ruthless when you fought the Angel Army before?"

“That’s different.”

“What’s different?”

"Can normal people be the same as idiots?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

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Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of howling and the sound of gold and iron came, and the veterans sighed: "Get! Another wave of offensive."

The young man poked his head out of his shield. There were chaotic figures outside. Although there were a lot of people, he had no arrangement. He was undoubtedly those fools who were bewitched.

"I don't know how many more rounds can I block?"

Lao Luo pounded his cigarette butt, "Although the Angel Army's offensive was fierce, all the masters had already attacked the big city. These were just some scouts. Well, they were all praised by them as scouts!"

"Haha!" The young man narrowed his eyes, "If this is the case, why did so many people run away?"
Chapter completed!