Captain Wang Youwei's eyes widened and screamed: "Today's camp is in a blank period, and there are no support warriors!"

The white man's legs became weak and he almost fell down.

Clare roared:

"Eight teams, fifty or sixty people! They are all dead! With so many warriors missing, how can you fight!?"

Even as a high-level professional warrior, Clare couldn't help but feel cold.

Even the elite warriors in the Iron Guard Valley need at least eight teams to deal with a Buddy Enemy Group.

And now... Clare glanced at Dafei and fourteen people, looked at Fang Cheng and the other five, and roared in his heart:

"There are only a dozen people left in the Hacksaw Mountain Patrol, which is barely equivalent to one and a half Iron Guard War Martial Arts Team."

In the flash of lightning, the white man Clare gritted his teeth and shouted: "Keep the formation, advance and kill the Buzhe enemy! Fight to death without retreating!"

Everyone's thoughts flipped and their emotions were turbulent.

There are almost no cowards and cowards who can come here.

Here, belief is stronger than emotion.

Here, blood beats death.

In an instant, everyone's muscles and bones burst out with unparalleled force, hoarse throats, and shouted in unison:

"Fight to death and never retreat!"

In the middle of the team, behind the team, three or four warriors trembled, slowly retreated, and then ran away wildly.

Even the registered warriors on Nibreda Island are still of varying quality.

Clare didn't bother to scold and scold, staring at the wave of Butraz.

At a time of more than 100 meters, Clare picked up the huge and thick Western sword and roared:
Chapter completed!