After everyone walked in from the entrance, Xiao Yuanchao followed behind and the last one walked in. The fastest update he clearly saw the eyes of the two old men, which was a helpless and puzzled light.

But this light did not cause him any confusion. Perhaps the fight between thousands of people was really not Kangba's original intention, but when many people think so, it turns into war.

The valley was already full of people, densely packed, just like locusts. But in terms of the number of people, there were absolutely no 10,000 people, and it would be good to have a few thousand people. The so-called battle of ten thousand people is not worthy of its reputation, but is there any difference? No, there is no difference at all. The same battle is to kill everyone you can see.

The only difference is that fewer people die. Perhaps many years have passed, and many people's dream of Kangba Temple has been shattered. Not everyone has this courage, nor is everyone aware of death.

Everything is all based on voluntary action, and here in the world, voluntary action is always the greatest.

Xiao Yuanchao stood in the corner at the edge, trying to avoid the strong and stand with the weak. He knew very well that this kind of fight had no absolute target of attack. The closer it was to the edge, the more it could ensure early safety.

This is a way of fighting when you attack others. Don’t have any luck, and don’t think that your strength is enough to subvert everything. When more than a dozen enemies appear behind you, even if they are outrageously powerful, they will die miserably.

People standing in the valley consciously divide the teams, big and small, shrinking from each other, leaving a gap to distinguish them clearly. Very few people who have not joined the team are almost all leaning towards the edge, trying to keep their backs against the rocks so that their backs are safe without worrying.

Occupying the center of the valley is a team of European and Americans. The total number of this team is about one hundred people, composed of whites and blacks. On the north side of the valley is a team of Japanese people with a total of about forty people; on the south side of the valley is a team of Tibetans with a total of about sixty people; on the east and west side are two teams of Han people, with dozens of people. In addition, there are hundreds of teams, but in terms of number of people, there are not as many European and American teams as the center.

But overall, Han and Tibetans account for the vast majority, while Europeans, Indians, Japanese, Koreans, etc. occupies a small part. According to Kangba's selection criteria, these Europeans and Americans must kill Han and Tibetans as much as possible to ensure their final victory.

The standard for Kangba is: half or more than half of the students recruited each year are Tibetans or Han people.

Under this standard, European and American people do not have an advantage. Similarly, this means that they will join forces to massacre Tibetans and Han people. If the massacre is not enough, they will not have the opportunity to become students at all.

Moreover, from the perspective of power division, they have a disadvantage. Perhaps they are already very clear about how to move back to the disadvantage.

There were less than ten thousand people, but thousands of people in the valley were hustle and bustle. Everyone picked up the weapons on their bodies and held them in their hands. These weapons include rifles, shotguns, samurais, machetes, shovels, etc.

The use of weapons is not limited to the use of ten thousand people. If you have the ability, there will be no problem even if you get a nuclear warhead to bring it in. Because the Temple of Kangba will not admit that the battle of ten thousand people. According to their words, this kind of battle is like this for most people, so there will be ten thousand people fighting.

No one knows when it will start, but Xiao Yuanchao knows.

When he saw everyone exposing his weapons, he knew that this was a fight without any orders. When some people, or one person, could not help it, the fight would be like a spark falling into a gasoline barrel, and it immediately burned violently.

Because this is not recognized by Kangba, Kangba even sent people to dissuade him. Without restraint on weapons, there will naturally be no order to begin. Everything is a process of the evolution of the human heart. Under a common dream, under a single-plank bridge facing thousands of troops.

"Swish!"

A Nepalese standing beside Xiao Yuanchao pulled out two hand-forged Nepalese scimitars, holding one hand straight and the other hand back. Holding the scimitar, he took a step back with great vigilance, looking around the people like a goshawk.

Nepal scimitar, also known as Gurkha, is not only a national sword in Nepal, but also a saber that symbolizes the honor of soldiers.

This is a wide-headed scimitar. The front wide-headed part is to distribute weight at the end of the blade to increase the speed and power of the cut. This knife can easily cut off a person's head and easier to cut off the enemy's bones and muscles than a normal knife.

The Nepalese scimitar drawn by this Nepalese is obviously specially processed. Its length is twice that of a normal Nepalese scimitar and is 80 cm long. The wide-headed blade becomes three times that of the previous one when the knife is 80 cm long. If it is cut by this knife, a person can be cut off in seconds.

Xiao Yuanchao slowly took out his pistol, pointed at the Nepalese people beside him without hesitation, stared at the other party's shrinking pupils, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gunshot suddenly rang out, and the Nepalese who had just pulled out the scimitar fell to the ground, and the back of the head that was close to the ground was spraying blood.

The gunshots came so suddenly that the noisy valley immediately fell into a dead silence that even a needle could clearly hear it!

Countless pairs of eyes fell on Xiao Yuanchao, watching him slowly put away his pistol, leaning over and picking up the two terrifying scimitars held by the Nepali people in their hands.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I like your knife." Xiao Yuanchao picked up his swords and waved them gently, feeling the terrifying sense of power coming from the blade.

"It's indeed a good knife!" Xiao Yuanchao smiled.

The moment he smiled, the valley of dead silence rioted. Everyone began to launch a crazy and bloody attack on the people nearest.

It seemed as if Xiao Yuanchao's smile was the beginning of the horn, indicating that the bloody battle on the ground would begin with his satisfied smile!

Yes, it was Xiao Yuanchao's horn of fighting. When he fell in love with two knives, and when he made the first decision to steal the two knives he liked, he issued the horn of fighting! It ignited the bursting powder barrel!

"Dadada..."

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

"ah!……"

"puff!"

"Swish! Swish!..."

“…”

The gunshots rang out in a row, but the gunshots only rang out in the beginning, and were immediately overwhelmed by the sound of cold weapons tearing open the human body.

In a valley crowded with thousands of people, hot weapons are never as useful as cold weapons. The holders of hot weapons will be regarded as the biggest threat and will be removed as soon as possible!
Chapter completed!