The market that should have been quiet in the dark was in chaos, and no one dared to stay where they were. Whether it was cowardly or brave, the deserted people were panicked. They could not distinguish the styles of underground chariots and transport vehicles, and only thought that previous speculations were confirmed that underground sects broke through the defense line and descended to the ground on their noses.

Some tents lit the fire because of the owner's panic. The burning fire illuminated the desperate and distorted faces of the deserted people, the wailing of men, the screams of women, the crying of children, and the roar of animals, making the market look like the end of the world. Every minute and every second, seven or eight or more deserted people escaped from the market in panic and fled to the Giant Canyon. At this time, the movement of the Giant Canyon became even greater.

Countless torches were lit above the Giant Canyon, and thousands of burning flames illuminated the cliffs like daytime. The deserted warriors made unknown screams under the fire. From time to time, unlucky guys were squeezed out of the cliff, and screamed and fell to the ground hundreds of meters, smashing into a ball of meat. The screams aggravated the panic of others. Hundreds of flame arrows flew out of the cliff like rain without orders, scattered on the ground, like fireworks.

Just as the market was about to collapse and the Giant Canyon almost lost control, an unknown convoy suddenly ran out of more than ten ferocious beasts. The rider lit torches, like a whirlwind of flames, and rushed to the bottom of the watchtower in front of the market.

"I am Kunshan...I am Kunshan of the Kunteng Tribe. You cowards, the underground people have not come yet. It is our heroic cavalry who have returned..."

The thunderous roar broke the panic in the market and also made the dizzy two drunks wake up completely. Shalang and Jian Fengxiao widened their eyes and stared at the cavalry team ten meters away. The leader was Kunshan, who led the team to go out in the morning. There was dark brown plasma left on the riding beasts under them, and the strong smell of blood could be smelled from afar.

The cavalry squad in Kunshan experienced the baptism of blood and fire. Everyone had traces of the rest of their lives on their bodies. In their hands, on their backs, there were animal skin pockets on both sides of camel beasts, and the weapons and equipment of underground people were stuffed, including standard rifles, 30 mm grenade continuous guns, disposable micro missile launchers, heavy machine guns, twenty mm machine guns that disassembled the base, etc. Each cavalry was like a moving arsenal.

Among the cavalry, Shalang and Jian Fengxiao also saw an acquaintance. In the morning, they stole the rogue and went to join the army. The boy who was not yet adult was also full of weapons. The rogue was replaced by a more ferocious beast. There were black smoke on his face, his naked upper body, and seven or eight scars were bleeding and red muscles. He could not feel the pain of the scar, and straightened his back, looking at the two famous deserted men on the watchtower. Shalang and Jian Fengxiao's cheeks were burning, as if they were burned by flames.

Kunshan's shouts calmed the chaotic market, and the horn to lift the alarm sounded like a mad connection. Even though the lit tent burned in the flames, the burning smell of the animal skin and the black smoke still spread in the market, but no one used it to escape from the market.

The convoy in the distance was so close that the naked eye could see clearly. Only then did people realize that the huge and slow giant transport vehicles were advancing under the siege of cavalry, and the direction of their advance was not a market or a canyon, but a station where the cavalry left in the morning.

No one cheered, no one went to extinguish the flames spreading in the market. They stared blankly at the team returning from the war. Many people rubbed their eyes hard, and then continued to rub them. They didn't believe that what they saw in their eyes was real.

Jian Fengxiao was also one of the people who rubbed their eyes. He was even more unbelievable than the deserted people. You should know how powerful the bloody boy who had obtained the opportunity to strengthen it? Everyone has the strength of the Gala people. They can tear open the protective suits of underground soldiers with just their hands and twist the neck of the helmets. Even so, thousands of bloody boys were still defeated by the underground army. Thinking about the overwhelming artillery fire, the ubiquitous rain of bullets, and the micro missiles running around like flies. Jian Fengxiao has still left a psychological shadow until now, otherwise he would not have run into the central wilderness.

The bloody boy is stronger than the underground army in individual combat. He crosses the defense line in the dark and attacks in sneak attacks. The ambushing logistics convoy has reached more than half of the success rate. The frontal combat is completely ineffective. Even a thousand bloody boys cannot defeat one hundred underground soldiers in frontal combat.

Therefore, when the cavalry troops set out, Jian Fengxiao was full of pessimism. The cavalry was considered elite among the deserted soldiers, but they could not compare with the bloody boy. Even if they had strong mobile combat capabilities, they could not break through the frontal firepower of the underground army. The underground chariots had more powerful maneuver and firepower than the cavalry. Once they were targeted, basically no one could escape. He would believe that the cavalry would lose.

The mighty and majestic team in front of me was the remnants of the defeated army? Not to mention the fifteen captured heavy transport vehicles, not to mention the chariots full of wounded soldiers behind the heavy transport vehicles, not to mention the long captive team at the end of the team, just saying that each cavalry carries spoils, it is enough to make people crazy.

Kunshan raised his chin high and looked down at the warrior who lost his soul in the market. The contempt in his eyes was clear at a glance. Seeing the chaotic market regained its calm, he spat disdainfully, pulled the reins and turned away. If Gao Feng had not given him instructions, he would not care whether the market was destroyed. In his eyes, the warrior was more worthy of hatred than the underground people, and the bullets coming towards him would never be more dangerous than the daggers stabbed in the back.

"etc……."

The flames that had already been extinguished in Jian Fengxiao's heart were rekindled with Kunshan's disdainful expression. A bloody boy could be framed, hated, cursed, but he could not be looked down upon. With a shout, Jian Fenghou gently tapped the ground with his feet, like a light bird, jumped over a distance of more than 20 meters and landed in front of the cavalry team.

The cavalry shouted angrily, and more than ten weapons of different caliber were raised in one go. Jian Fengxiao, who had been unsure of his intention, aimed at it to comfort the riding beasts who were rioted because of the threat. The power of Jian Fengxiao showed made the riding beasts very uneasy, but for the cavalry who had just won a great victory, they were fearless.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm willing to join the Quantung Tribe. I was a bloody boy and killed twenty underground soldiers. You can use me..."

The Bloody Bastard was once an idol worshipped by Kunshan. As a young man with passion in his heart, he also fantasized about abandoning the position of the young patriarch and defecting to the invincible Bloody Bastard. When he knew Jian Fengxiao's identity, he waved his hand to stop the cavalry's guard and looked at Jian Fengxiao with a flushed face thoughtfully.

Jian Fengxiao knew what the other party wanted to see, so he pulled open his clothes, revealing his marble-like hard chest muscles. His body was covered with mottled scars and bullet holes. The strange tattoo of the blood-dropping knife was just on his heart. It was a unique tattoo of a bloody cub. Except for a bloody cub, no one dared to tattoo a bloody blade on his heart.

Not only Jian Fengxiao, many strong warriors of the desert also ran out of the camp, carrying animal skin backpacks filled with all their belongings, shouting that they would like to join the Quanteng tribe. The deserters are not afraid of bleeding, but are afraid that they will still accept failure after bleeding. The team that can create miracles and achieve epic victory is their ideal team.

The once powerful bloody boy asked to join him, and countless deserted warriors who watched coldly in the morning also asked to join him. If it were before, Kunshan would have been proudly floating up the clouds, because at this moment, he was the legendary hero, but Kunshan always knew that the person who should truly enjoy the identity of a winner was not him, nor the heroic cavalry, but the western lion and his powerful Gala. Without them, even if the cavalry was dead, it would be impossible to touch the corners of the underground army.

"Give me peace of mind, listen to me..."

Kunshan roared, interrupting the noise again. Looking at the deserted warriors who were undisciplined and crowded in the vegetable market, yesterday's evaluation of the Quanteng Cavalry flashed in his heart. The mob, while despising it, was also glad that they found a strong man like Gao Feng to follow. Otherwise, the Quanteng Cavalry was as unbearable as these lazy deserted warriors.

"From today, the Quantum Horde no longer exists. We are the Dragon Gun Rangers, the Dragon Gun Rangers of the Western Lion. We want to follow the Warriors of the Western Lion. We will report tomorrow morning..."

After saying that, Kunshan gave Jian Fengxiao a look, turned around and brought the cavalry team to meet with the brigade. Jian Fengxiao felt endless joy in his heart. He felt like he was reborn. Every muscle in his body was full of vitality. With a jumping and light pace, Jian Fengxiao returned to the watchtower, picked up his backpack, happily bid farewell to the sand wolf, and received the news of the peak. He was not willing to wait for a second.

"The western lion mentioned by Kunshan may not be true. Have you really thought about it?"

Seeing the sword roaring like a different person, Sand Wolf couldn't help but remind that the western lions are quite famous in the wilderness, but because of this, many fake western lions are cheating in various small tribes. If they rashly run over to surrender, they might be laughable.

"I have seen the western lion from afar, but even if it is fake, as long as I can lead us to defeat the underground, I will determine that he is real..."
Chapter completed!