The bazaar, which was supposed to be quiet in the night, was so chaotic that no one dared to stay where it was, and the cowardly and brave desolate people were all in a panic, and they could not distinguish between the underground's chariots and transport vehicles, thinking that their previous suspicions had been confirmed, and that the undergrounders had broken through the defenses and descended under their noses.

Some tents lit the fire because of the owner's panic, the burning fire illuminated the desperate and distorted faces of the desolate people, the men's wails, the women's screams, the children's cries, and the howls of the herdsmen, making the bazaar like the end of the world, every minute and every second, seven or eight or more than a dozen desolate people fled from the bazaar in a panic and fled towards the Giant's Canyon, and at this time, the movement of the Giant's Canyon was even greater.

Countless torches were lit above the Giant's Canyon, thousands of burning flames lit up the cliff as if it were daylight, the desolate warriors let out incomprehensible cries in the firelight, and from time to time unlucky guys were squeezed out of the cliff, screaming and falling to the ground hundreds of meters, smashed into a mass of flesh, and the screams intensified the panic of the others, hundreds of flame arrows flew out of the cliff like a rain of fire without an order, scattered on the ground, and then like fireworks.

Just when the bazaar was about to collapse and the Giant's Canyon was almost out of control, the unknown convoy suddenly rushed out of more than a dozen fierce riding beasts, and the riders lit torches one after another, like a whirlwind of flames, rushing to the watchtower in front of the bazaar.

"I'm Kunshan...... I am Kunshan of the Quantum Tribe, you cowards, the underground people have not yet come, it is our heroic cavalry that has returned....... ”

A thunderbolt-like roar interrupted the panic of the bazaar, and also made the two dizzy drunks completely sober up, the sand wolf and the sword wind whistled their eyes widened, staring at the cavalry squad ten meters away, led by Kunshan, who led the team in the morning, with black-brown plasma remaining on his face, body, and the riding beast under him, and the strong smell of blood could be smelled from afar.

The cavalry squad in Kunshan has experienced the baptism of blood and fire, and everyone has traces of the rest of their lives on the battlefield, and in their hands, on their backs, and in the animal skin pockets on both sides of the camel beast, the weapons and equipment of the underground people are full, including standard rifles, 30mm grenade repeating guns, disposable miniature missile launchers, heavy machine guns, 20mm machine guns with disassembled bases, etc., each cavalry is like a mobile arsenal.

In the middle of the cavalry, the sand wolf and the sword wind whistle also saw an acquaintance, the child who stole the chocobo in the morning to join the army, the boy who was not yet an adult was also full of weapons, the chocobo was replaced by a more ferocious riding beast, the face was left with black gunsmoke, the naked upper body, seven or eight scars turned over the blood-red muscles, he couldn't feel the pain of the scars, straightened his back, and looked at the two famous desolate men on the watchtower with burning eyes, the cheeks of the sand wolf and the sword wind whistle were hot, as if they were burned by the flames.

The shouts of Kunshan silenced the chaotic bazaar, and the horn to lift the alarm sounded like a madness, and even though the lit tents crackled and burned in the flames, the stench of scorching hides and black smoke still spread through the bazaar, but no one escaped the bazaar.

The convoy in the distance was close enough to be seen by the naked eye, and it was only then that it became clear that the huge and slow transports were advancing in a cavalry encirclement, not in the direction of the bazaar or the gorge, but in the place where the cavalry had left in the morning.

No one cheered, no one tried to extinguish the flames that were spreading in the bazaar, they stared blankly at the procession returning from the expedition, many of them rubbing their eyes vigorously, and then looking and rubbing, not believing that what they saw with their eyes was real.

Jian Fengxiao is also one of the people who rub his eyes, he doesn't believe it even more than the desolate people, you must know how powerful the blood cub who has been given the opportunity to strengthen is? Everyone has the strength of the Gara people, and with only their hands, they can tear apart the protective clothing of the underground soldiers, twist the neck wearing the helmet, even so, thousands of blood cubs are still defeated by the underground army, think about the overwhelming artillery fire, the ubiquitous rain of bullets, the miniature missiles that are scurrying like flies, and the sword wind whistle has left a psychological shadow to this day, otherwise it would not have run into the central wilderness.

The blood cubs are stronger than the underground army in individual combat, and the sneak attack across the defense line in the dark night is invincible, and the success rate of ambushing logistics convoys has also reached more than half, and the frontal combat is completely impossible, even a thousand blood cubs cannot win a hundred underground soldiers in a frontal battle.

Therefore, when the cavalry troops set out, the sword wind whistle was full of pessimism, and the cavalry was also elite among the desert warriors, but it could not be compared with the blood cubs, even if it had strong mobile combat capabilities, it was impossible to break through the frontal firepower of the underground army, and the underground people's chariots had more powerful mobility and firepower than the cavalry, once they were targeted, basically no one could escape, and he would decide that the cavalry would definitely lose.

The mighty and majestic team in front of you is the remnants of the defeated army? Not to mention the fifteen captured heavy transports, not to mention the chariots full of wounded men behind the heavy transports, not to mention the long line of prisoners at the back of the line, just to say that every cavalryman carried booty, it was enough to make people crazy.

Kunshan raised his chin high, looking down at the deserted warrior who had lost his soul in the bazaar, the disdain in his eyes was clear at a glance, seeing that the chaotic bazaar had regained its calm, he spat disdainfully, pulled the reins and turned to leave, if it wasn't for Gao Feng's order, he wouldn't care if the bazaar was ruined, in his eyes, the desolate man was more worthy of hatred than the underground man, and the oncoming bullet would never be more dangerous than the dagger stabbed in the back.

"Wait......."

The flame that had already been extinguished in Jian Fengxiao's heart was rekindled under Kunshan's disdainful expression, and the blood cub could be framed, hated, and cursed, but it could not be looked down upon, and with a shout, Jian Fenghou's feet lightly touched the ground, like a light bird, jumped over a distance of more than twenty meters, and fell in front of the cavalry squad.

The cavalry shouted angrily, and more than a dozen weapons of different calibers were raised in unison, aiming at the sword wind howling of unknown intentions, pacifying the riding beasts who were in a commotion because of the threat, the sword wind roared out of the strong, which made the riding beasts very uneasy, but for the cavalry who had just won a big victory, they were fearless.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm willing to join the Quantum tribe, I was a blood cub and killed twenty underground soldiers, you can use my ......."

The blood cub used to be the idol of Kunshan, as a young man with blood in his heart, he also fantasized about abandoning the position of the young patriarch to join the invincible blood cub, when he knew the identity of the sword wind whistle, he waved his hand to stop the cavalry from guarding, and looked at the flushed sword wind whistle thoughtfully.

Jian Fengxiao knew what the other party wanted to see, and opened his shirt suddenly, revealing his marble-like hard chest muscles, on the body full of mottled scars and bullet holes, the strange tattoo of the blood-dripping knife was right on the heart, which was the unique tattoo of the blood cub, except for the blood cub, no one dared to tattoo the bloody blade on the heart.

Not only the sword and the wind roared, but many strong desolate warriors also ran out of the camp, carrying animal skin backpacks full of all their belongings, shouting that they were willing to join the Quantum tribe, the desolate people are not afraid of bloodshed, they are afraid of bloodshed and accept defeat, and the team that can create a miracle and achieve an epic victory is their ideal team.

The once powerful blood cub asked to join him, and countless desert warriors who were still watching coldly in the morning also asked to join him, if it was before, Kunshan would have floated proudly into the clouds, because at this moment, he was the legendary hero, but Kunshan always knew that the person who really should enjoy the status of the victor was not him, not the heroic cavalry, but the western lions and his powerful galas, without them, even if the cavalry died, it would be impossible to touch the corners of the underground army.

"Give me silence and listen to my ......."

Kunshan roared angrily, interrupting the noise again, looking at the undisciplined, crowded desert warriors in the vegetable market, his heart flashed yesterday's Gao Feng's evaluation of the Quantum cavalry, the rabble, while despising shì in their hearts, they were also glad that they found a strong man like Gao Feng to follow, otherwise, the Quantum cavalry was as unbearable as these lazy desert warriors.

"From today on, the Quantum tribe no longer exists, we are the dragon lance rangers, the dragon lance rangers of the western lions, and the warriors who want to follow the western lions will report to the ...... tomorrow morning."

After speaking, Kunshan gave Jian Fengxiao a look, turned around and led the cavalry squad to join the brigade, Jian Fengxiao's heart swelled with boundless joy, the whole person was like being reborn, every muscle in the body was full of vitality, with a jumping light pace, Jian Fengxiao returned to the watchtower, picked up his backpack, said goodbye to the sand wolf happily, got the news of the peak, he was not willing to wait even a second.

"What Kunshan said about the western lion may not be true, have you really thought about it?"

Seeing the sword wind howling as if he had changed a person, the sand wolf couldn't help but remind that the western lion is quite famous in the wilderness, but because of this, many fake western male lions are swaggering and deceiving in various small tribes, and if they rush over to take refuge, they may make people laugh.

"I've seen the Western Lion from afar, but even if it's fake, as long as it can lead us to defeat the underground, I will assume that he is real......."

Jian Fengxiao didn't take refuge with the sand wolf, he knew that the sand wolf had his own responsibilities, and the desolate man's straightforward temperament made him not stay longer, and turned around and sneaked into the darkness to go to the station of the dragon spearmen, a powerful warrior like him, almost every tribal leader would accept it, but he looked down on those leaders, and now, the leader worthy of his follower finally appeared.