The World’s Strongest Legion System

"Mo Liang!" Xuan Mochen turned around and saw the young man at the front, "Wow," and cried, "Why did you come here, I'd rather die these days!"

The other prisoners rolled their eyes at the same time, you have wine and meat every day, you almost never find a girl, you would rather die, let us, eat coarse grain cakes every day, how embarrassing!

"Brother, I'm late, I've made you suffer!" Xuan Moliang supported Xuan Mochen, pinched his thigh desperately, and squeezed out a few tears.

Xuan Moliang is a descendant of the Xuan family, and he has the highest position this time. Unfortunately, this kid is timid, wearing a hundred clothes, and letting the patterned dragon stand in front.

I was very glad to see the patterned dragon coming out of the big tent covered in blood.

"Painted dragon, you are the cause of my defeat. How dare you come to see me?" Xuan Mochen finally put away his tears, and when he caught sight of the blood-stained patterned dragon standing behind, he immediately yelled.

"My lord, you insisted on going your own way and refused to be persuaded by the generals. If you were defeated and captured, what do you have to do with the last general?" Huahualong wanted to endure it at first, but the clay figurine was very angry, not to mention that he almost died just now, so he directly yelled at him. go back.

"You, you still dare to refute!" Xuan Mochen was stunned. He had already planned to push the blame for the defeat on the head of the patterned dragon. Unexpectedly, the patterned dragon dared to resist.

"Eldest son, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's talk about it when we go back!" Xuan Moliang persuaded in a soft voice from the side. He was not speaking for Huahualong, but he was in the camp of Langya Army, and his heart was trembling.

"Your brother is right, let's get out of here first!"

As soon as Xuan Moliang reminded, Xuan Mochen also realized that he didn't want to stay in this place for a second, and ran out with his legs.

"Brother Mochen, you're leaving now!" Li Wenheng waved his hand to the side, his eyes full of envy and a little bit of reluctance.

"Brother Wen Heng, let's meet again next time!" Xuan Mochen hurriedly turned around and cupped his fists, without stopping for a moment.

Several generals of the Huaibei Army surrounded Xuan Mochen and left, leaving Huahualong alone, clutching his wounds, following behind with a downcast expression.

"Hey!" Qiao Lang and the others sighed deeply. They thought of themselves from the patterned dragon, and then looked at Li Wenheng, who was full of envy, staring at the back of Xuan Mochen and others, and shook their heads in unison.

"Rawcups of the same feather," the four words appeared in their hearts.

Today of the patterned dragon seems to be their tomorrow, even tomorrow is gone, and death is just around the corner.

Even Hu Dayou, who had always been confident in Li Wenheng, became a little unnatural and fell silent.

"Dayou, come quickly, Xuan Mochen is gone, he still has a lot of wine and meat left, and I'll share another piece with you!"

Li Wenheng calmed down. He felt that Xuan Mochen's freedom was a good sign. After sitting down, he picked up Xuan Mochen's leftover wine and meat and ate it.

"Thank you son!" Hu Dayou took a piece of mutton, which was the smallest one, and put it in his mouth. Somehow it dripped, and it didn't taste good anymore!

But for a quarter of an hour, everyone finally finished eating the coarse grain cakes, and was about to squat in the sun for a while, when suddenly the ground shook, and a group of Langya cavalry came galloping.

"Where's Xuan Mochen, have you left yet?" The leading general Langya's voice arrived before he arrived.

"General Qi, I have been gone for a while!" The soldier guarding the prisoners reported.

"Damn it, gather the cavalry and chase after me!" General Langya shouted angrily, turned his horse's head, and rushed out of the camp.

"What happened?" Qiao Lang and the others got up in surprise, stood on a high place and looked in the direction of the large tent of the Chinese army.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," the horn sounded, and the army started.

"Brother Soldier, what happened, didn't you say to rest for half an hour?" Hu Dayou stopped a Langya soldier, smiling all over his face.

"What's the matter, Li Wenhao has already been made a Marquis in Wangcheng, and Xiaoyaozi was beheaded on the spot, what's the matter, wait to die!" Langya Bing had a bad attitude, kicked Hu Dayou over, and left in a hurry.

"What, Li Wenhao became a marquis in Wangcheng? He also killed Xiaoyaozi on the spot?"

"Xiaoyaozi is the head teacher of Tianyi, and he is also a fifth-level powerhouse. How dare Li Wenhao kill him?"

"Why didn't you dare to kill me? I said it a long time ago. Li Wenhao is different now. You still don't believe me. Do you accept it now?"

"Submit it, take it, it's really bloody, even dare to kill Xiaoyaozi, I won't accept anyone, just him?"

Everyone was astonished when they heard the news, and Zhu Wen praised it loudly, but Li Wenheng shook his head desperately as if he was stupid, unable to believe it.

"Impossible, this is impossible, they made a mistake, they must have made a mistake, Li Wenhao is crazy, he dares to kill Tianyi Headmaster!"

"Li Wenheng is here, take it down!" At this moment, several Langya soldiers arrived, without any explanation, they rushed forward and pressed Li Wenheng to the ground, putting them in shackles.

"What are you doing, let me go, I'm the eldest son of Li, Langyahou, let me go." Li Wenheng yelled loudly, his whole body insane.

The original luck in my heart was shattered by the cold shackles.

"Let's find a way to escape, and we will die if we stay here!"

"The family must have given up on the eldest son, otherwise the seventh son would not be able to become a marquis."

"Yes, let's go to Langya King City and seek refuge with the Seventh Young Master."

Qiao Lang, Tian Yang and the others gathered together to communicate in a low voice. At this time, they had already ignored Li Wenheng.

And they didn't know that Li Wenhao had left the family. From their point of view, Li Wenhao's success as a marquis must have been recognized by the family, otherwise it would not have been possible.

"Count me in, I have wine!" Hu Dayou licked his face, leaned over, and handed over a flagon in his hand.

"Hmph, aren't you Li Wenheng's hardcore, why are you here?" Zhu Wen snatched the flagon, first took a sip himself, and handed it to Qiao Lang, with a very disdainful tone.

"Hey, I'm not stupid, I'm actually an undercover agent!" Hu Dayou licked his face with a very serious expression, and he believed what he said.

"It's fine to follow, don't hold back!" Qiao Lang took the jug, took a sip, and didn't bother to talk to it.

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Xuan Mochen and his party left the Langya Army's garrison and joined the three thousand cavalry who were responding outside, Xuan Mochen turned his face immediately.

"Come here, arrest this traitor Huahualong, and don't let him escape."

"Eldest son, General Hua was injured all over by Langya people in order to save you. You can't do this."

"Obviously you lost the battle, so what does it have to do with General Hua!"

"I still don't understand, he wants our general to be a scapegoat!"

Huahualong has a high prestige in the army, especially the 3,000 cavalry, 2,000 of which are his subordinates. A group of generals were filled with righteous indignation and tried to stop him.