Whether it is Zhao Hao, Zhao Ling'er, Lei Dong, or even everyone in the Power Gang knows that the essence of Zhao Hao's "Heavenly Demon Sound" and the "Lei Yin Nine Turns" improved by Lei Dong have never changed.

This is a skill that makes people die.

Consume your energy and energy, burn your vitality, and start from yourself and affect everyone within the attack range.

It makes people start to become crazy, irritable, bloodthirsty, and fight.

Therefore, Zhao Hao called it "Demon Sound".

This kind of exercise can be said to have no room for use when fighting alone.

Only on the battlefield can terrifying power burst out.

But it also has a fatal flaw - it does not distinguish between enemies and us.

On the battlefield, the two armies fought and in the chaos, it was impossible to distinguish the enemy and us in a large-scale sonic technique.

Unless the legendary Holy Emperor Fuxi plays the Fuxi piano, maybe this can be done.

However, Zhao Hao is not Fuxi, and Lei Dong is not Fuxi.

So they can only do this.

Therefore, every time Zhao Hao faces thunder, his mood is very complicated.

It can be said that the fate of death was destined to be the first to practice "Thunder Sound Nine Turns".

The only difference is, when will you die? Where will you die?

And now, Lei Dong stood up.

Apparently he had made up his mind.

The disciples of the Power Gang are also very clear about this, but what makes Zhao Hao feel relieved and moved is that most people did not retreat because of this, but instead wanted to walk with Zhao Linger even more enthusiastically.

The power gang is also of different quality, and not everyone is loyal to the country.

But at least 90% of the people were ready to die in battle.

This is the most proud and touching part of Zhao Hao.

"Tomorrow, the Mongolian army will definitely fight to the death, and most of the brothers will still stay in Xiangyang. I only need a thousand people, the only son in the family, the ones who are still alive, and the ones who have wives and children in the family." Zhao Ling'er said.

Even so, there are still nearly 3,000 disciples with power to help express their intention to go with Zhao Linger.

"The thousand people with the best martial arts skills have taken a step forward. The brothers do not need to compete, and the brothers who are left with greater responsibilities. Once the brothers who follow Ling'er die, our family and their unfulfilled wishes will all work hard to fulfill for them. Death is a courage, and living is also a responsibility." Zhao Hao looked around and said in a deep voice.

After hearing Zhao Hao's words, they stopped fighting, and nearly a thousand people walked out silently.

It is indeed not easy to choose to face death directly, but the living may make more sacrifices.

When Zhao Ling'er finished selecting a thousand power disciples, Qiu Shenjie and Xuan'er came to Zhao Ling'er.

Zhao Hao took a deep breath and said, "Brothers, you have another choice."

Everyone's eyes were on Zhao Hao.

"Mr. Qiu and Xuan'er have developed a pill that I asked them to develop, and I named it 'Poppy'."

"'Poppy' is a rare poison. You may not have heard of it, but anyone who has sucked poppy will feel that he is a hundred times more energetic and is in a state of ecstasy. Of course, this also comes at a price. It can die at any time."

"The elixir developed by Mr. Qiu and Xuan'er is more domineering than Poppy. Those who take this elixir can often exert combat power twice their strength in battle, but the price is that after a day, the tendons and veins are broken and bad luck will lead to a devil."

"A total of two thousand pills have been refined. Whoever wants it will take it yourself." Zhao Hao's voice was neither anxious nor slow, but it contained unspeakable grief.

For anyone with good knowledge, watching their own people die or even push them into the fire pit with their own hands is definitely more painful than cutting the knife and axe.

But there are always some people who have to make sacrifices, including Zhao Hao himself.

He didn't regret it, but he wasn't happy either.

In the end, there were not a total of two thousand pills left. Almost everyone had one of the thousand "successful death squads" selected by Zhao Linger.

The remaining one thousand pieces almost caused a scramble.

Everyone understands that eating this pill will be useless in the rest of their lives.

But they also understood that they might only be able to kill 2 Mongolian soldiers, but after taking this pill, they are likely to be able to kill 5 Mongolian soldiers.

It's worth it.

Mr. Qiu and Xuan'er's bodies were trembling, and at the end they were already in tears.

They can't become poisonous doctors who regard human life as much as grass.

Refining this elixir was not what they wanted, but it was needed by the current situation.

Drinking poison to quench thirst is ultimately a quenching thirst.

But, for them, it's too cruel.

"Mr. Qiu, don't be sad for us. All brothers are grateful for your great kindness."

"Miss Xuan'er, I was a little afraid of you before, but I probably won't be afraid after today. I'm sorry for offending the lady on weekdays."

Xuan'er finally couldn't help but run out of the door, and Qiu Shenjie also covered his face and left.

Neither of them is a combat-type person, and their value is not in front of fighting.

Even if the two of them rushed to go, Zhao Hao and Zhao Linger would not agree to this kind of thing.

Zhao Hao came to Zhao Ling'er, gently hugged Zhao Ling'er's body, and whispered: "Ling'er, come back alive."

"My sure, brother, take care of yourself, too." Zhao Ling'er said softly.

"Everyone, be careful." Zhao Hao bent down and said.

"Take a care."

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At night, Zhao Hao stood in the wind on the Xiangyang city tower. Beside Zhao Hao were Qiu Shenjie and Xuan'er.

Below Xiangyang City, the suspension bridge slowly lowered, and a thousand people walked out of the city gate.

There was no movement, and it could even be called silent.

The night is as dark as ink, and endless darkness covers the earth.

"Can they come back?" Xuan'er suddenly spoke.

Zhao Hao didn't say anything.

Some answers are not that I don’t understand, but I just don’t want to understand.

"I really regret joining the Power Help." Qiu Shenjie said.

"Mr. Qiu, your choice is very correct, Mr. Qiu," said Zhao Hao.

"Oh." Qiu Shenjie shook his head and sighed.

"We are guilty." Xuan'er said.

"If what you do can be considered a sin, then let me be so sinful." Zhao Hao said.

Killing is a crime, but Zhao Hao has to be dissatisfied with the bloody hands.

"Let's go, they have their battles, we have our battles." Zhao Hao turned around and left.

Outside Xiangyang City, the figures of a thousand Power Gang disciples are gradually fading away.

It's getting farther and farther away.

They only left their backs.

Not heroic or tragic, just rows of straight backs.
Chapter completed!