Noble God of War

As if bloodthirsty, the hand raised the knife and fell.

One knife and one head.

For Leng Xinyuan, he naturally knew.

This was all arranged by Chen Zhou.

Deliberately weakening some of the fighting forces of the Dempsey Legion.

But that's twice as many people!

in battle.

Now he understands that aura is also a very important blessing.

When a pair of troops possesses the domain of absolute momentum.

Then their lethality will be infinite.

Chen Zhou stood there with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the soldiers one by one in front of him.

He recalled his past.

The corner of the mouth smiled slightly.

He looked at the blood on their bodies with vague eyes.

These are the signs that they have fought.

At this time, among the 87 of them, except those who had died.

There are more than 70 people left.

You know, this means exchanging more than a dozen people for more than 200 lives.

"What about professional martial arts mercenaries? As long as they dare to offend our martial arts mercenaries, let them all disappear from here."

The leading martial arts mercenary fighter still enjoyed the thrill of killing just now.

Shouting loudly, his body was still shaking.

It seems that the killing just now is not over yet.

Leng Xinyuan cleared his throat and said to everyone.

"Everyone be quiet, I know that everyone just came back, and I feel a little excited."

"As he said, yes, no matter what kind of martial arts mercenaries, even the most powerful martial arts mercenary army, as long as we unite, we will surely defeat them in one fell swoop."

"I will let all the troops on the Dongdong battlefield know how powerful our martial arts mercenaries are. At the same time, I will let those deserters who left know that they will regret it and lose a kind of battlefield hero."

Leng Xinyuan said excitedly, and the soldiers below shouted loudly one by one as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

At this time, Chen Zhou stepped forward, his hands still behind his back.

The air of a master.

"I can assure you that our martial arts mercenary corps will soon become the most powerful force on the Middle East battlefield."

Chen Zhou paused.

"You can get far more here than you ever imagined."

Chen Zhou waved his hand.

A huge box moved out from behind him.

Chen Zhou told Leng Xinyuan before.

on the Middle East battlefield.

Don't believe in the so-called kinship, unity, and the so-called loyalty in your heart.

Only money can win over people's hearts, and it can also make them stay here and serve him.

"Today is just one of them!"

"Squeak-"

The box behind him was opened.

The inside is colorful and full of US dollars.

After seeing the money, the mood of these soldiers became even more surging.

So rich!

Some of them had greedy eyes, and even their throats moved involuntarily.

"Before everyone set off, I said that if you kill a person, it will cost 2 U.S. dollars."

Chen Zhou paused.

"I also saw the medals of the Iron Shield Martial Arts Mercenary Legion on everyone's body."

"A medal is exchanged for 2 US dollars. I hope everyone will line up and come here one by one to exchange."

After Chen Zhou finished speaking, he retreated to the chair behind him.

With a cold heart, he yelled loudly.

"Now come up one by one and withdraw money!"

The crowd is like putting a piece of dry ice in calm water.

Instantly boiled.

What Chen Zhou said was actually true.

For them on the battlefield in the Middle East, there were also some bosses.

In order to mobilize their enthusiasm.

Deliberately exaggerate some gold coins or money.

But now it seemed that the young man in front of him didn't lie to them.

And how powerful the iron shield martial arts mercenary army is.

It's not that they don't know.

When they recalled that they slaughtered this martial arts mercenary today, they also felt a little puzzled in their hearts.

You are such a powerful mercenary group.

How can it be so vulnerable?
But they're just doing it for money.

I don't think so much, as long as I can get money, I can do whatever I want.

Nowadays!

They destroyed the Iron Shield Martial Arts Mercenary Legion!
Morale is rising rapidly!

"Jax, $10!"

As Leng Xinyuan spoke, he felt very boiling in his heart.

After counting the dozens of bills in his hand, he counted them.

to the hands of the soldiers.

When touching the hands of these soldiers.

I can still feel some warmth in my blood.

"Cory! $24!"

When the figure in US dollars came out, the whole crowd started to discuss like flowers exploded.

"24 US dollars is equivalent to killing 12 people. Isn't this the God of War?"

"It's amazing, our morale is so strong today!"

All eyes were on the young man in his early 20s in front of him.

Even Chen Zhou couldn't help but look up at him.

There was a murderous light in his eyes.

Corey looked a little embarrassed, he lowered his head, and said to Leng Xinyuan.

"Thank you Mr. Leng for the cash."

Leng Xin glanced at it from afar.

At the same time, he glanced back at Chen Zhou, who nodded.

Then he rewarded him with the $3 in his hand.

"As you can see, whoever kills the most enemies will get extra bonuses!"

"These are given to you by Mr. Chen."

The crowd exploded again because of this incident!

Plus bonuses!

It made their people on the battlefield in the Middle East look a little unbelievable.

"No matter who it is in the future, as long as it kills the most people in my martial arts mercenary army, there will definitely be more extra rewards."

"As I said just now, in the Leng Family Martial Arts Mercenary Corps, what you can get is often more than you think. And it's more exquisite."

"I cherish the lives of each of you, just like my own family. At the same time, I will bring you victory. In the end, you earned these by yourself."

Leng Ao's words were like hooks, hooking the hearts of every soldier.

It turns out that here, they can really get much more things than before.

"Thank you Mr. Chen!"

Corey looked back at Chen Zhou, he seemed a little shy, and his voice was not very loud.

But Chen Zhou heard it clearly.

In Corey's mind.

I'm afraid Chen Zhou standing there.

He is a strong man like a god of war.

He is probably a person who is many times stronger than the father and son of the Leng family.

He couldn't express this feeling.

Just like two equally powerful people on the battlefield, their spiritual souls collide with each other.

"Want to become stronger?"

Chen Zhou said to Corey.

Then he turned around and said loudly to the many soldiers behind him.

"Want to become stronger?"