The war between man and wolf stopped, the desert was dyed red with blood, and the ground was full of wolf corpses. Yang Luo, Li Tao, Madman, Ghost Fox, Blood Angel, and Hongye stood there in a fan shape. And Maihesumu Aishan

and Abu, standing behind six people. But the expression on Maihesumu Aishan's face looked strange, surprised, shocked and a little bit uneasy. Yang Luo, Li Tao and Madman were better, although

Although their powerful skills are terrifying. But after all, every punch, every kick, and every knife has its traces. No matter how shocked he is, he can still bear it. But the ghost fox, blood angel and red leaves make him feel scared. He is not at all.

No one doubted that if they faced not a pack of wolves this time, but a group of soldiers with submachine guns in their hands, if they wanted to keep these three women, they would have to pay a heavy price, or even not keep them at all.

The wind stirred up the sand and dust on the ground, and the last thirty or forty remaining wolves slowly retreated. There was fear in their green eyes. Yes, it was fear. It was obvious.

"Ouch!"

The wolf king standing on the sand dune in the distance raised his head and howled. The thirty or forty wolves turned around and ran away. They disappeared without a trace in just ten seconds, leaving only wolf corpses on the ground.

Yang Luo breathed out, put away the dagger and looked at Li Tao: "How many have been killed?"

Li Tao scratched his head: "I counted them at first, but then I forgot about them!"

Yang Luo laughed loudly: "I also forgot, this time it's a tie." After saying that, he waved his hand, "Let's go home!"

Blood Angel put away the flying meat from the wolf corpse. Hongye blinked his big eyes, stretched out his little tongue and licked his sexy lips: "Wolf meat is delicious!"

Yang Luo rolled his eyes: "Then you go back and fight two!"

Hongye pouted, and followed Yang Luo mumbling not knowing what he was talking about. When they arrived at the training camp, it was almost dawn. Just like Yang Luo and the others arrived at the training camp for the first time, Ivan

He was standing at the door to greet them. There was not much nonsense. After eating and drinking, they each went back to their rooms and fell asleep.

I don't know when, a loud noise woke up Yang Luo. He suddenly turned over and sat up on the bed. The sky outside had darkened. Yang Luo got out of bed and opened the door. It was almost dusk, and the desert under the setting sun looked golden.

, countless wrinkles of sand and stone are like solidified waves, extending to the golden horizon in the distance.

At this time, two dilapidated trucks were parked at the gate. People of different ages, tall, short, fat, and thin, got out of the truck, creating a commotion. Ivan, holding a baton, looked at the people in front of him expressionlessly.

Yang Luo lowered his head and lit a cigarette and walked over. A group of people looked at Ivan and Ula Ula and shouted in confusion. Even Yang Luo had to listen carefully to understand that these people were new members of the Terror 1

Terrorists, but they were dissatisfied with the presence of a Russian instructor here.

Yang Luo took a puff of cigarette, walked to Ivan and said with a smile: "Ivan, these guys seem to be very unfriendly to you."

The corner of Ivan's mouth twitched and he said coldly: "They will be friendly to me."

Just as Yang Luo was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a very quiet person among the noisy crowd. He was standing there, very abrupt, and somewhat out of tune with the surrounding environment.

At this time, Ivan also noticed the man. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He seemed to feel the gazes of Yang Luo and Ivan. He also raised his head and looked over, then raised his hand as if to arrange his clothes, but his fingers
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