No one has ever known. When they want to appear, it's like walking out of the mist. You won't know where they were before that.

It can only be said here that the Hessna tribe appears more in front of people-just a stronghold.

When Baimu led the army to declare death, the performance of the Hess tribe here was extremely quiet. More than two hundred people bowed their bows and scabbards and fought fiercely. Under 7-8, more than two hundred people stood by an old broken city wall. The casualties were less than twenty.

In comparison, the troops of the Hundred-Middle-Country have already lost more than a hundred lives, which is regarded as a deadly injury.

This kind of result is not so impressive. The Hess family grew up in the worst environment, and no tribe can match it.

Later, he was even trained by the army, which is known as No. 1 in the summer camp, and he was more willing than any other country's elite soldiers.

Speaking of the fighting qualities of the Hess nowadays, apart from the blood of the rare fighting tribe of An Xia Cang An, it is necessary to mention one person. Their Patriarch-Hessna Bersang.

Bersang did not grow up in Hessina.

Thirty years ago, the court of the Central Plains occupied Xiacang Andai--some areas, and the people of Hessina have moved to that area. This is the case of the Besangs.

He joined the army anonymously at the age of ten, and at the age of thirteen made his mark in the Moya National Army. Twenty years ago when Mochi Kingdom fell into the night, +7 years old, he had been promoted to the guard of the palace. If it weren't for that night, he thought he would stand in front of the Moya Palace all his life and stand for the broad-minded guard.

Besan, who disappeared from the army, suddenly appeared in the Hessna tribe again, and became the patriarch of Hessna in the name of the most glorious country five hundred years ago. Since that day, he has started to train the men in Hessian strictly. And they can't help but let them participate in actual combat, so that these people who have only surviving will and endurance are stronger than humans, but become hungry and skinny become real tiger and wolf teachers.

Besang suddenly raised his hand, caught a cold arrow that he didn't know where to shoot, and threw it gently to the ground.

Dead eyes stared ahead.

"I'm leaving."

A dark leader stepped on the horse, and the man next to him, holding his shield against the bow, did not return his head, and asked, "Where are you going?

"Are you still there?" The soldier raised his shield and took ten rounds of arrows. The dense and crisp sound almost reminded the word broken, but he managed to hold it anyway.

"You've been going for seven years. It's been seven years, so why should you give up! Now that we are being watched, would you go out at this moment?

The words were cut off by the new-round offensive.

"I have a hunch." The leader of the dead fisheye took a banana from his arms, peeled it slowly in the arrow rain, and put it in his mouth. "I will meet him this time.

Even chewing is so hateful.

"Your foreboding has not been possible for seven years.

The soldiers fired seven arrows in a row to counterattack, and the breath was not disturbed.

"Why don't you give up? Tianjian has been away for ten years. When he left, he was already defeated. Where would he return?"

He said that he would find the princess for me, and I believe him. ’

"What's the use of believing him? I heard that he was closed after he went back and never came out again. You have been there for seven years--when you meet Zhongyuan Business Travel--you have to see it in person. Can you say it is the blessing of the ancestors? "

The patriarch of the dead fisheye was silent-for a while, said.

"The king does not lose me, I do not lose the king.

"This ... isn't it what the old ancestor said before his death? What kind of bad taste do you have, and you are still crying for the grievances five hundred years ago?

With listless eyes looking at the dawning sky, it seemed that there was a way.

"What he doesn't want to lose is his king. I don't want to lose,

Is my king.

Fiction

The man who had been his deputy for many years scolded and laughed.

"All said that I still have to go to the law-young people! Give way to the boss !!! \ '

""Yes!!!"""

Hessner's counterattack was like a falling meteor, which suppressed the opponent for a moment.

The dark knight threw away the banana peel, took a machete from his waist, and suddenly turned into a dust-dark arrow, and entered the enemy line.

The Hessian gathering place in Xiuyu City suddenly came-a tall and terrible black horse.

People inside the stronghold have long found out and shouted.

"It's 'Long Night'! It's the boss!

"Slow, the head is hurt!"

The black horse came from a 'blood man' who was bloodied and seemed to have lost consciousness. Even the long pendulum of the black shirt seemed to be soaked in the plasma, still with a bit of blood and greasy. The subordinates were shocked and hurriedly welcomed. Welcome him in.

"Call the doctor.

"No need."

The "blood man" sat up slowly, staring at everyone's stun,-sitting on the back of the horse like a decent person

He stepped off the horse and unbuttoned the blood-stained robe. Although the thin body was stained with a lot of blood, there was no injuries everywhere.

"I was sleepy on horseback and fell asleep-for a while.

This person is here

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