When Mr. Shi Ming knew the result of the battle, Gao Feng also knew it. Even if he achieved good results, Gao Feng's heart was still heavy. He walked out of the door in a daze and instantly poured out thick smoke from behind him, just like a house was on fire.

Hongsha, who had been waiting outside the door, didn't care about these things. He was holding a glass of steaming jujube wine in his hand. Sandjujube wine is the most primitive brewing wine in the wilderness. Whether it is the underground world or the Gala world, there are countless wines that are more delicious and mellow than Sandjujube wine. However, Gaofeng likes this spicy and stingy wine. Like most men in the wilderness, perhaps only by drinking Sandjujube wine will Gaofeng remember the hard-working past in the western wilderness and remind himself not to get lost.

With a mouthful of dried Shazao wine, Gao Feng's heart relaxed a little in the hot feeling. He touched Hongsha's hair and walked away before, but Hongsha did not follow her. She knew that at this time, what Gao Feng needed was a quiet walk alone. She could understand these things clearly without anyone telling her. Only when Gao Feng's Hongsha was in her eyes would know him so well.

Without the need to cover it with perception, the peak could vaguely hear crying from all directions. This crying sound was low and depressing, like crying in a quilt. If it weren't for promotion to Bengyun, even the mountain might not be able to hear it clearly.

In the suppressed crying, Gao Feng's heart was also suppressed. He walked alone on the street, crossing the oncoming Gala or the soldiers. The soldiers were soldiers of the Blood Sea Fleet. Like Gala, they were indifferent to Gao Feng, who was silent in the shadows, but instead showed joy and sex to talk to the people around him. The content of the conversation was naturally the loss of the Chaos Front.

It’s not that no one of the low-level Galas who attacked today survived, nor that no one knew that only three of the fifty Galas of Rifty Mountain came back, but they didn’t care. Maybe they had understood that after this war, neither themselves nor the comrades he knew might not be spared, but so what? As long as they can see the hope of victory, this war is not as terrifying as they imagined.

Perhaps everyone has a different definition of war. The families of the dead soldiers will be sad because of their relatives' death in battle. Some will be happy for the hope of victory. Some will walk silently on the street and be sad. But no matter what, this war must be fought. The Chaos Front will not give China a chance to compromise, and Gao Feng will not believe that the Chaos God King will let his wife and children go.

Before we knew it, Gao Feng walked to a small and lively camp. This camp was located at the center of the temporary barracks of the Jade Family. It should have been a heavily guarded place, but it was as lively as a festival. Hundreds of majestic Galas were making noises and frolicking around the bonfire. The grill on the bonfire was rotating huge beasts. The grilled beasts dripping with grease seemed to be covered with golden light under the baking of the fire.

The shining light reflected on the countless wine bottles around it, making the people who were caring here feel as if they were in the thousands of starry glares. The Gala ate barbecue and drank strong wine in big mouthfuls. Even if someone vomited, they would vomit while vomiting. The choking bubbles sprayed out, and they still didn't want to let go of the wine bottle in their hands. It seemed that this thing was more precious than his life.

Hundreds of Gala seemed to drown themselves with wine and enjoy the joy of this fine wine and barbecue. Less than ten meters away from them, it was another scene. Hundreds and thousands of people sat next to their tents, looking at Gala who was merrying in silence.

The silent ones were Gala. Most of them were not alone, either holding young children or accompanying white-haired parents. There were also young and handsome men who hugged their beautiful wife and whispering love words. The eyes of the first-time girl were soft waves that were enough to drown people. Her bright lips opened and showed her most beautiful smile, but tears dripped down the corners of her lips and chin on her chest.

Suddenly, Gao Feng knew where this place was. This was the suicide squad concentration camp. The one who would get drunk even if he vomited was the dead soldiers who were about to set off tomorrow. The one who was quietly accompanying his family was the Gala who was waiting to die in line. They all walked to a battlefield where death was speechless because of Gao Feng and other senior management's decisions. So they laughed loudly, sang loudly, and used flames and wine to hide their timidity in their hearts, just to let the last bravery be remembered in people's hearts, so that their wives, children and families knew that they were not afraid and would not leave a reputation of shame before leaving.

Suddenly, Gao Feng's hair was standing up all over his body. He knew how the top families chose the dead soldiers. Only Gala, who loved his family and regarded his family as above everything else, would be willing to die, because their hearts were full of love for their families. Knowing that they would not die, their families would die. This was the most ruthless threat of the top families.

Only such people are the most perfect cannon fodder. Those who are cruel and care about themselves and do not know how to be grateful and affection are absolutely not qualified to join the suicide squad. Even if they are forced to join, they will disrupt the plans, escape, or create various accidents because of resentment, so that the airship carrying them will never reach the battlefield. Such people can destroy the outcome of the war for their own selfishness.

Anger rushed to his heart, Gao Feng's brain was bloodshot, and a scarlet dark color appeared on his eyes. He turned around and asked Shi Minggong. He never believed that this matter had nothing to do with Shi Minggong. Only those who knew how to care for their family knew how to be grateful and contributed to China. These people are people with noble character, so why should they die?

Before he could move forward, his body suddenly paused. Did Mr. Shi Ming do something wrong? Did the top family do something wrong? While he was secretly preparing and delaying time, a large number of Chinese people were kidnapped by the Chaos Front every day and gave them to the Chaos God King to make ingredients. What did they do wrong?

They are not wrong with anything, just because they are weak, in the eyes of peak or top families, they are worthless and cannot prove their waste. Therefore, they use their lives to hesitate to the offensive pace of the Chaos Front, without losing a relatively low cost method, but how have they ever expressed their feelings?

Gao Feng thought he was just, but he suddenly realized that from the beginning of the war, no one was just. In order to win, no matter which side, they would use all means to achieve the final victory, no matter how dirty those means were.

He looked down at his hands, and his hands were flickering with fire, like red jade, revealing a crystal texture. This is the unique physique of Bengyungala, perfect skin and powerful power, hidden in his body, climbing to the peak of human evolution.

These hands are so bloody again. The owner of these hands pushed countless people into the abyss of death. These people have family, wives, children, friends, and responsibilities and responsibilities. They may not be perfect people, but they are all flesh and blood, thoughts and dreams. They are not barbarians who lost their cultural heritage after the apocalypse, but are merged with the vivid faces of the previous life, and are his compatriots and Chinese.

"Boy, come here to drink and accompany me to the last night..."

Suddenly someone shouted loudly, interrupting Gao Feng's resentment towards him. He looked up blankly and saw a hero Gala, who looked so squinoxious and looked like he was not a good person, and raised the bottle of wine to him.

For some reason, he walked towards the Galla. The breath of the strong man disappeared without a trace, and the breath of the Galla appeared faintly. Perhaps it was because he was unwilling to use the breath of the higher-level Galla to make these cute suicide squad members afraid, or perhaps it was because he wanted to make himself drunk with these warriors and wash away his disgust for himself.
Chapter completed!