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The Dragon Eagle team was besieged by dozens of people. After nearly half of them disappeared, there were only seven of the twelve Dragon Eagle team brothers left. Each of them had a lot of scars on their bodies, and the blood had already stained the broken clothes red.

Looking at the Zhao family's side, there are still a dozen or so people standing there, and the strength of those who were killed is weak, but the strength of these ten or so people is not weaker than the brothers of the Dragon Eagle Team.

"Yanlong Shenwei, Dragon Eagle Team, that's all." The eyes of the other party were full of disdain.

The seven Dragonhawk brothers stood still, even though they were wounded, and even though the enemy was strong, none of them flinched, and there was still fighting spirit in their eyes.

boom!

A muffled sound attracted the attention of more than a dozen people. When they saw it clearly, the people on the Zhao family's side were even more proud. It was the same person just now, with their hands folded around their chests, "Your captain can't do it anymore. Why don't you break away from the Yanlong Divine Guard?" , follow me."

"Let us be traitors?" A brother of the Dragon Eagle Team suddenly laughed loudly, his face quickly gloomy, "The Yanlong Divine Guard is the country's defense force, and they can only die standing up, not kneeling to live."

hum... buzz...

Seven people waved their daggers, and although the other six people didn't speak, they had already expressed their attitude.

"Stubborn, if that's the case, then..." The Zhao family's eyes flashed coldly, "Die!"

One person moves, ten people move, and the killing resumes.

"Kill!" The seven brothers of the Dragon Eagle Team shouted in unison, brandishing their daggers. They have already given up their all to come here tonight, and the worst thing is that they will die.

The nine powerhouses under the Dragon Lord, the Dragon Eagle team under Longying, or the Dragon Leopard, or the other teams under him are the real strength of the Yanlong Divine Guard, and no one is a coward.

Maybe they are not all soldiers, but the training they have received in all aspects far exceeds that of special soldiers. There are no natural strong people in this world, and even if there are, there are very few. Most of the strong people have gone through a lot of training practice, step by step.

The training of combat effectiveness, the training of willpower, this is a compulsory course for a country defender.

Is it scary to die?

terrible!

But no one is afraid.

Do you fear death?

fear!

But that fear has translated into a strong willpower.

Maybe they will die tonight, but every Dragonhawk brother is ready to die. They are not great, they just stick to the last bottom line of a defender.

Whoosh!

The blade of the knife was submerged in the body, and the Zhao family had a grim look on their faces, and they vigorously stirred the dagger, "The lackey of the country, let me die."

Blood flowed down the dagger, but the Dragonhawk brothers who were hit by the knife smiled and grabbed each other with all their strength, "If you want to die, then die together."

Got it!

The other party sensed a dangerous signal and tried to break free, but unfortunately he was disappointed and underestimated the determination of a dying person.

puff!

puff puff...

Stabbed into the body three times in a row, the pupils of this person dilated, and he felt the call of death, and it was another brother of the Dragonhawks who did it.

"Whoever kills my brother, die!"

"You are the one who died!"

Hand-to-hand combat is the worst. If you cut me, I must pay you back. If you kill my brother, I will kill one of your brothers.

On the other side, Long Ying faced the combination of two strong men, and was also seriously injured. Of course, being one of the strong men under the Dragon Lord's seat was not in vain, and it also left many scars on the other two.

"Give up, none of your people will survive." One person said indifferently.

Long Ying was stunned, and laughed loudly, "The Yanlong Shenwei can only die standing up, not kneeling to live, for the sake of the country, why not be afraid of death."

"Country?" The other person shook his head, "Long Ying, it's good to be bloody, and it's also admirable to have obsession, but you're using it in the wrong place."

"Stop fucking farting." Longying angrily snapped.

The two looked at each other and continued, "In the eyes of the country, what are you? You are just a victim and their tool. Do people who stand at the pinnacle of power care about your life? Long Ying, wake up! .”

"That's right, instead of being a puppet manipulated by others, it's better to live for yourself. People only have one life, and time is very short."

Looking at the two of them, the dagger held by Long Ying hung down, and the expression on his face became complicated.

Seeing this, the eyes of the two powerhouses of the Zhao family flashed a hint of mischief, and continued to lobby, "Brother Longying, think about everything for yourself. How much do you really get by working so hard for Huaxia? There is nothing wrong with being loyal." , but that depends on who you are loyal to, what do you think?"

Long Ying glanced at this person, took a deep breath, the murderous aura on his body slowly subsided, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, his expression was struggling.

There is a play!

The two quietly exchanged glances. In the fight just now, in all fairness, the two of them joined forces and did not get any advantage. Longying was one against two, and Xia Feng was not defeated at all. This strength deserves their admiration.

It is definitely a good thing to win such a person into your camp. Long Ying is one of the nine powerful men under the Dragon Lord's seat. No one knows what the situation of tonight's battle will turn out to be. In the long run, it is definitely a combination of advantages and disadvantages.

"Brother Longying, look at your brothers. Your brothers are all heroes who followed you through life and death, but what did you get in the end?"

"Sacrificing for the country, frankly speaking, is a noble act, a kind of honor, but when everyone is dead, what's the point of seeking glory."

"That's right, a person lives for a lifetime, and there are only dozens or hundreds of years in a hurry. We can't be saints, so think about ourselves. Is it wrong?"

"Your brother died in battle, so what about the leaders of Huaxia? Maybe in their eyes, you were victims of a certain purpose from the beginning."

Bang!

The dagger fell to the ground, and Longying's ten fingers sank into his hair, and he said in a low voice, "Stop talking."

One of them was about to say something, but the other stopped him and gave him a look.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, for the sake of the country, I have endured too much. I watched my brothers die one by one, but I couldn't do anything." At this moment, although Long Ying smiled, there was endless emotion in his laughter. Desolation.

"Why? Is this what we should do in this life?"

"Are those in power always so cruel?"

bump!

Long Ying knelt on the ground, looked sideways at all the brothers brought tonight, and now they have turned into corpses with residual warmth, his fists were tightly pulled together, and suddenly he punched the ground, powerful The force shattered the ground.

"what!"

A cry of grief and anger kept echoing in the warehouse, "Who told me that we should be used and die?"

The battle nearby had come to an end. Of the last ten members of the Zhao family, only two were left, one was seriously injured, and the other could barely stand. The rest died together with the remaining seven Dragonhawk brothers.

In this battle, no one is a winner.

Boom...boom!

Longying punched the ground one after another, without infusing strength, pure physical strength, under the violent impact, blood oozed from the fist.

"We are people, we are also people, not tools!"

Seeing this scene, the fluctuations in the power of the two strong men of the Zhao family gradually disappeared, and they exchanged glances again, nodded slightly, and walked over slowly.

One person patted Longying's shoulder lightly, "Brother Longying, there are too many unsatisfactory things in life, I want to open up."

"Yes, we have to live for ourselves, we are not tools, we are a living person, we have thoughts and fetters." Another person came over, "Brother, the past is over, we are still alive, we have to fight for you." Live by yourself."

"Is it possible?" Longying looked blank.

"Yes, you have to believe in yourself."

Longying buried his head, his fingers sank into his hair again, and grabbed the hair vigorously, "Yes, I want to live for myself, I'm not a killing machine, I'm a living person."

The Zhao family's eyes were shining brightly, and the corners of their mouths were slightly raised. This was the result they wanted most.

"Thank you, it's you who made me stop being confused and let me find the true meaning of life, thank you..."

"Brother Longying, you are welcome, from now on, we are friends."

"Yes, we are friends."

Looking up at the two of them, Long Ying's expression was calm, and he slowly stood up, however, the moment his legs stood upright, his killing intent exploded.

Whoosh!

A sharp claw directly pierced the heart of one of them, and punched the chest of the other with a backhand.

"You!" The man whose chest was pierced widened his eyes, looking at the ferocious Longying with difficulty in confidence, "You...you..."

Longying's body was cold, and the hand inserted into his heart squeezed it hard, "If you want to use this method to instigate me, I have to say, you are a little cute when you are childish."

"Pfft..." Blood gushed out of his mouth, and the man took a few steps back and fell down slowly.

After killing one person, Longying rushed to the other person, punched again, and the person shot out with a whoosh, knocking down the wall.

"Ahem...I didn't expect you...your scheming is so deep!" After receiving a fatal blow without any precautions, even if it is a strong person from the Nine Sects, it is not much different from an ordinary person.

Longying approached step by step with steady steps, his cold face was devoid of any vitality, and his face was ashen, "This is not called scheming."

"Hehe...hahaha! What a Dragon Eagle, what a Yanlong Divine Guard, but...just, even if you kill us, you can't change...it can't change anything."

Approaching, Long Ying broke the two of them, grabbed their necks and lifted them up, "I don't need to change anything, I just know to do what I should do, this is my duty."

"Stupid... stupid duty."

"It's nonsense to talk too much, you don't understand Yanlong Shenwei at all, you don't understand my brother, we are fighters, fighters of the country!"

Click!

After crushing his neck, Longying threw the corpse aside, turned around, and locked the remaining two people.

The two strong men of the Nine Sects were killed just like that, and they died in front of him. After a round of fighting, the two who were already on the verge of death, their faces completely blank, they forgot to escape.

"Kill my brothers, I want you to be buried with them!"

call out!

Whoosh... Boom!

The hands are clean and neat, without muddling.

After killing everyone, the aura of Longying's agitation really dissipated. Looking at the brothers who died tragically, there was only loneliness on their faces.

"Brother, go all the way." Longying closed his eyes slightly, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Who said that men can't cry, they are all men, they are all soldiers, but men also have their hearts hurt.

For the country or for yourself?They have chosen their country long ago, putting life and death aside from the very beginning.

They are not great people, on the contrary, they are people who silently contribute to the country, a group of people who are too humble to be known.

Maybe they are not soldiers, but they have the same sacred duties as soldiers!