, this is the commander-in-chief asking his soldiers to adapt to this place. If they don't even have the courage, then just give in and just surrender.

The Fourth Army and the Fifth Army are both soldiers and officers of the Confederacy. They are all holding back their anger. Just now, the Second Army and the Third Army were about to be beaten to death by the enemy. They are different. They are from the South.

Union soldiers are different from those weaklings from the Eastern Alliance.

"Warriors, boost our morale!"

In front of the trench, a second lieutenant shouted. He looked at those firm eyes and felt very proud in his heart. These were soldiers of the Confederacy and brave men of the Southern Continent.

Two hours later.

The second lieutenant, covered in blood, huddled in the tent, holding a metal cup with boiling black tea in his trembling hands. He drank the black tea, and the temperature in his mouth gradually spread to his stomach, warming his entire abdomen.

"I'm still...alive, hehehe."

The second lieutenant laughed and touched the scar on his face. The pain made him tremble. He heard vague footsteps approaching. At first, he didn't pay attention, but suddenly, he found that the other party had lightened his steps.

The second lieutenant stepped on the butt of the gun with his heel, and held the erect rifle in his hand. The rifle in his hand was pulled, loaded, and aimed at the eyebrows of the outsider in the tent. His calloused index finger was very steady, even if he was because of

From the scene in purgatory just now, my lips were still a little white.

"Shh~"

A female officer who looked very masculine and was stronger than the second lieutenant got into the tent. The second lieutenant dropped the rifle in his hand. What he needed most now was this, his old lover was here.

…

At the enemy's station, a dark earthen hut is crowded with parasite warriors. In most cases, parasite warriors are light-averse and will not actively expose themselves to sunlight unless necessary, although sunlight has no effect on them.

In a spacious wooden house next door, several contractors were standing or sitting here.

"Everyone, don't be formal. Ms. Xianji is one of our own now."

The thaumaturge spoke with a smile. The tyrant, Guang Mu, Brother Shui, and the charming female contractor in the wooden house did not speak. The others also looked at Xian Ji warily.

"Thaumaturge, I should be thanking you? In this kind of battle situation, you actually asked me for help."

Fairy Fairy looked at the thaumaturge, the Gray Gentleman, with a half-smile. Fairy Fairy wondered in her heart, why was the other person so kind?

"If you can come, our chances of winning will be more stable."

As the gray gentleman spoke, he looked at the mark on his palm. He secretly regretted that this puppet would be consumed here. Based on his understanding of Su Xiao, he had already guessed that Su Xiao was definitely holding back his ultimate move.

Once the fangs were exposed over there, the twenty-odd people here, except for Fairy Fairy, didn't even have a chance to escape.

"Ms. Xianji, are you really one of ours now?"

The tyrant still has some concerns, but Fairy Fairy is a violator of the Holy Light Paradise, not the lunatics of the Samsara Paradise. Those violators among the lunatics cannot cooperate at all.

"It's not just one of our own, it's just a community of interests."

"Fortunately you are not one of those lunatics in Samsara Paradise. If you were, I would turn around and leave."

The tyrant stood up while he was speaking, and the thaumaturge suddenly asked:

"Tyrant, are you prejudiced against Samsara Paradise?"

"There's a lot of prejudice."

"Prejudice breeds weakness..."

"Weak chicken, shut up."

"..."

The thaumaturge, also known as the Gray Gentleman, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head. The Fairy Fairy beside her raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

Fairy Fairy looked at the tyrant again, looking at this strong man with commendable courage, but whose IQ was consumed by muscle growth. She guessed that he was a contractor of Apocalypse Paradise, otherwise he would not be able to live at such a high level, even if he was called an immortal tyrant.

"This time, it seems to be quite stable?"

Guang Mu came out to smooth things over. She estimated that if she continued to talk like this, there might be internal strife, so she changed the topic. From the previous battles between the Western Continent camp and the alliance camp, Guang Mu was basically sure that the enemy camp was in vain. There were three battles.

, the enemy suffered three consecutive defeats.

After hearing what Guang Mu said, the tyrant agreed very much and said:
Chapter completed!