The two powerhouses of the Blood King and the Black Crocodile were killed one after another, and with the fall of the two of them, this joint warrior of the Night Organization and the Bounty Alliance can be said to be on the verge of defeat.

There were still some stubborn enemy soldiers in the field, but there were less than twenty enemy soldiers left, and most of them had been killed.

The rest of the enemy soldiers had already collapsed, and the powerful Blood King and the Black Crocodile had already been killed, and they were even more vulnerable.

In particular, Ye Junlang rushed all the way and smashed into the ranks of these enemy soldiers with an irresistible might.

Baron, Crazy Tower, Zhan Ge, Angry Wolf, Fang Lie, Spoon, Liu Mo and other Satanic Army soldiers also besieged and killed, they were covered in blood one by one, and they would have more or less certain injuries, but their fighting spirit had not weakened by half a point, they were still high-pitched and vigorous, and rushed towards the remaining enemy soldiers in a roar.

Blood flew and the sound of miserable howls was endless.

Soon, all the enemy soldiers in the field were killed, and only the Old One's army of iron and blood stood in the field.

It can be said that this is an extremely tragic battle, the Old One's Legion is only more than 30 people, but this team of about 200 combined warriors has been annihilated.

However, the Old One's Army also paid the price of blood in this battle.

Even, there are already fighters killed and wounded!

At the end of the First World War, Du Yan didn't have time to rest, so he gathered the seriously wounded warriors of the Old One's Army together to check their own injuries.

When Tie Zheng walked over with Xiao Wei in his arms, Du Yan's heart jumped suddenly, and she immediately rushed up to check Xiao Wei's injuries, but what she saw was that Xiao Wei's body had several key points on his body that were stabbed by sharp blades, and Xiao Wei's face was already blue, his lips were purple, and his nose was already no longer breathing.

Tie Zheng looked at Du Yan, his eyes were red, and he shook his head slowly.

That means Du Yan can understand, that is, Xiao Wei can't be saved.

"No, no, Williams will be fine, will never be fine......"

Du Yan said in a choked tone, she hugged Xiao Wei down and laid it flat on the ground, she wanted to stop the bleeding from the wound on Xiao Wei's body, but she couldn't stop it; she was doing first aid cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but she was doing it, but she couldn't help crying, and the tears in her eyes also emerged, falling drop by drop.

Ye Junlang also walked over, his face was gloomy, and he was about to drip water.

He felt that his steps had become unusually heavy, and with each step forward, he seemed to have to exert all his strength, and his heart became heavy, and he walked forward step by step, followed by the warriors of the Old One's Legion.

Everyone was solemn, everyone was silent, and a solemn and tragic sense of solemnity permeated from the bodies of these Old One's Army soldiers.

Ye Junlang walked over and saw Du Yan kneeling on the ground, her shoulders trembling, and a soft sobbing voice coming from her mouth, an indescribable grief that anyone could feel.

Ye Junlang bent his knees, and slowly knelt down, looking at Xiao Wei lying in front of him, he was already crying without tears.

His face was almost numb, except for gloom and grief, there was no other superfluous expression, and his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his three souls and seven spirits.

"Williams—"

Ye Junlang spoke slowly, he reached out and crossed Xiao Wei's iron-blue face, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

His hand, whether it was holding a gun or a saber, was as steady as a rock, and would never tremble for half a minute, but at this moment it was trembling gently.

The touch between his fingers was very cold, and there was no trace of temperature, it was Xiao Wei's face.

His eyes have been closed peacefully, and even the corners of his mouth still have a smile before death, which shows that Xiao Wei walked very peacefully, and he was very content, and there was nothing unwilling.

But the more this is the case, the more it makes Ye Junlang feel sad and heartbroken.

"The wind is fierce, the smoke of gunpowder rises, and the drums of war beat to shake the heavens and the earth!

The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, and the warrior is the first to kill the enemy!

The remnant sun falls, the reflection is like blood, and the soldier will die without regret!"

A low and tragic singing voice sang from Ye Junlang's throat, and the singing was tragic and desolate, echoing in this world.

Gradually, the Satanic Army soldiers around them also spoke, and they all sang in a low and tragic voice-

"The sky is vast, the war is burning, try to ask who can come to fight!

In the red dust, a glass of soil, brothers will drink again in the next life!

In the red dust, a cup of soil, brothers will kill the enemy in the next life!"

The song is tragic and desolate, containing an indescribable iron-blooded brotherhood, and the whole song is a rhyme, first suppressed and then raised, and then high-pitched in the back, impacting people's hearts.

This is a sacrificial song, every time a soldier of the Satan Army sacrifices, Ye Junlang and the soldiers of the Satanic Army will sing this sad and pathetic sacrificial song.

A sacrificial wine song, to pay tribute to the souls of brothers in the sky!

A sacrificial song expresses the remembrance of the Old One's Army!

Singing and singing over and over again, Ye Junlang's tears were like rain, thinking that the tears were dry, even if he was sad, there would be no tears.

But at this moment, the tears in his eyes couldn't help but overflow after all.

"Williams, big brother is sorry for you!

Ye Junlang said in a choked tone, the grief in his heart was indescribable.

"Xiao Wei, my brother, let's go! In the next life, we still have to be brothers, and we have to drink and eat meat, and kill the enemy side by side!" Tie Zheng spoke, he was a big man with iron bones, and his eyes were red.

"Williams, you will always live in our hearts! Say goodbye in this life and continue in the next life!" said the angry wolf in a low voice.

I don't know when, the night wind howled, the wind whimpered, as if infected by the sad mood at this moment, all the Satanic Army soldiers knelt, like wood carvings and did not move, so deep brotherhood, people should be moved to look at it.

After a long time, Ye Junlang slowly stood up, he hugged Xiao Wei, and said, "Xiao Wei, let's go home!" In the future, you will no longer have to follow us around, and you will never follow us in the rain of bullets in the future. Rest in peace, my brother. Your blood will not be shed in vain, and one day, when my brothers and I break through the alliance of the Night Organization and Bounty, I will come to your grave to pay respects! I will get back your blood, this is my oath, and it is also the oath of the Old One's Army!"

Ye Junlang walked forward with Xiao Wei's cold corpse, and one by one the Satanic Army soldiers also stood up and followed him forward.

The entire team of warriors still maintained an orderly formation, and the tragic desolation that permeated from it was mixed with the aura of iron-blooded killing, rendering this heaven and earth.

Behind them, there was a place of blood, a place of corpses, like hell.