Noble God of War

And at this moment in Leng Xinyuan's camp.

How could they sleep without sleep?

Just overnight, there were only 87 remaining martial arts mercenaries.

At first, they fled secretly again.

"Assemble and prepare for battle."

Leng proudly ordered.

87 people stood together together.

You can clearly see the tangle on their faces, which has just dissipated.

In the end, they still stayed according to the principles in their hearts and the principle of taking money to sell their lives.

In fact, it's not that they are more loyal to the Leng family and his son, but that they took money in their minds.

It should work.

At this time, Chen Zhou was watching the gathering of these martial arts mercenaries.

"Mr. Chen, there are only 87 people left."

Chen Zhou nodded.

There was a hint of guilt in Leng Xinyuan's voice, feeling sorry for Chen Zhou.

"Enough is enough."

Chen Zhou nodded and said indifferently.

Hearing these words, it was like a sudden explosion in Leng Xinyuan's mind.

He raised his head in surprise, and looked at Chen Zhoujian in front of him, who looked calm and breezy.

"First of all, I would like to congratulate everyone in advance for making a correct choice."

Chen Zhou paused, then said loudly.

"You chose to stay, which proves that you still have the concept of responsibility in your heart."

His words made the martial arts mercenaries raise their heads and stare at Chen Zhou in front of them.

"Since you have chosen to stay, then you will have a great chance to leap forward."

Chen Zhou stood among the crowd and glanced back and forth.

"Follow the people of the Iron Shield Martial Arts Mercenary Legion to start fighting, and reward [-] US dollars for every enemy killed."

As he spoke, Chen Zhou stretched out a two on his finger.

As soon as the words fell, the martial arts mercenaries around raised their heads.

He looked at Chen Zhou in front of him in astonishment.

You know, every martial arts mercenary on the battlefield in the Middle East.

What they are after is money.

As long as they have money, they can do anything.

A trembling voice spoke from the crowd.

"Is everything you say true?"

In the war-torn battlefield of the Middle East, the desire for money.

They are extremely admired.

Killing an enemy here often doesn't count money based on the head.

Often the greater the number of battles involved.

Then the money you get and the more prestige you get.

But now Chen Zhou said in front of them that he would reward [-] U.S. dollars for killing a person.

Such a thing, they dare not even think about it.

But he appeared just like that, just like that in front of them.

Only money is the greatest stimulus to them, and this is the only criterion on the battlefield in the Middle East.

Like Leng Xinyuan father and son.

The two of them also held their breath at this moment.

He couldn't imagine that Chen Zhou was so rich and powerful.

It turned out that it was Chen Zhou who gave it to them.

This is the Middle East, and this is the world of money.

"Rush rush!"

One by one, the martial arts mercenaries were like fighting chicken blood.

His face instantly turned red.

The expression of indifference and loss just now in the eyes instantly transformed into a murderous intent.

The guns in their hands could not help but clenched tightly.

Think about it now.

in their eyes.

Just kill an enemy.

Then they can compare the amount of money they made in the previous nearly a year.

For them.

It's worth it to exchange one life for $2.

What's more, from Chen Zhou's point of view, all of this seems to be very easy, which makes their hearts surge with enthusiasm.

"Lead the team!"

Chen Zhou turned his head and waved his hand.

"set off!"

Immediately, Leng Xin Yuanhe and Leng Ao led their troops and set off.

"Mr. Chen, look at this stop."

Leng Xinyuan is still a little worried in his heart.

When they sent the martial arts mercenaries to the car to go to the battlefield.

He leaned against Chen Zhou's ear, cleared his throat and said.

"Are we sure?"

Chen Zhou nodded.

His expression was still very calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Don't worry, it's just a test."

Chen Zhou cleared his throat.

Then said.

"Let them just finish it off. They are just a small branch of a martial arts mercenary regiment in this land, which is not enough for us to pay attention to."

"Now in this land, for me, I can easily wipe out some legions with my hand. Anyone who wants to compete with me for resources must pass the gate of hell first!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Zhou's murderous aura erupted instantly.

Leng Xinyuan suddenly felt that the temperature inside the camp dropped a few degrees.

He saw in Chen Zhou that he could come and go freely on the battlefield.

Flexible control of the battlefield king God of War.

He now sees hope for the future.

Don't worry about your own safety anymore.

Because of Chen Zhou's arrival.

"Leng Xinyuan, you prepare a little bit."

At this time, Leng Xinyuan was still indulging in fantasy.

The admiration for Chen Zhou cannot be expressed through words.

After being named by Chen Zhou.

Only then woke up from the fantasy, then froze his head and said.

"Get ready, what are you getting ready for?"

"Celebration wine."

Chen Zhou didn't raise his head and said in a low voice.

"There are still about three hours before they will be back."

After Leng Xinyuan heard it, his body shook.

"Then how much money are we prepared for?"

Said coldly and tremblingly.

His expression looked a little dumbfounded.

He really couldn't imagine that there was a young man so much younger than himself in front of him.

There is such a huge amount of energy inside.

"Five million dollars."

Chen Zhou said lightly that the money was in his heart.

Really nothing.

He just needs to be able to teach the father and son some psychological lessons through this time.

Soon, they were collected.

The money was placed in the hall and the banquet was served at the same time.

Here quietly waiting for the return of the soldiers.

……

"Boom!"

When Leng Ao in the hall heard the car coming back.

After the sound, he hurriedly ran out of the hall to meet the soldiers who had just returned.

Leng Xinyuan was not idle either.

He ran to the outside of the hall non-stop, opened his hands and said to everyone.

"Welcome all warriors!"

He twisted a little.

What greeted him was the opening of the locomotive's door.

The moment the door opens.

There were tears in Leng Xinyuan's eyes.

He saw that the soldiers in front of him were all covered in blood.

The person who led the charge had bloodthirsty ferocity in his eyes.

Just like a vicious dog that just came out of hell, it was looking for prey outside.

Thick murderous intent created the entire tent.

I saw such a soldier in front of Leng Ao.

He recalled the scene of Chen Zhou's battle just now in his mind.

Crazy!

All these people have gone crazy!
There are only 87 people.

From the moment you open the car door and arrive at the branch station of the Iron Shield Martial Arts Mercenary Legion!