Chapter 87 Fate? Sorry, I don't believe it.

There is a yellow mountain more than 600 miles away from England.

The top of the mountain towered into the clouds, a hundred miles.

However, such a towering mountain has no grass, loess and sand, which is as barren as a field.

The name of this mountain is Mount Reykya.

And the Reykya colony is at the foot of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there is a lake. On the bank of the lake, there is a long row of wooden fences inserted into the ground, and this is the wall of the Reykya colony.

In the past, you have to go a few miles deep into the fence to see the tents of the Reykya people, but now, leaving is full of military tents.

Different colors are divided into different places and six colors, representing the forces of the six colonies.

That is to say, including the Reykya colony, there are seven colonial forces that set up troops to fight against England, and the humiliation brought to them by this solar day deal.

And in Reyya's real main tent, there is only one man and one woman.

The woman's figure is concave and convex, wearing a tight leopard-print combat suit, with her towering chest ** out of half, a deep gully across it, and her lower body is a pair of tights, and a pair of knee-high boots are embroidered with various animal patterns.

She lay on the big bed in the tent, her eyes were confused and **.

And the other man sat next to the fire under the tent, shuttled through the fire with his hands and had a good time. He is short and his whole body is as black as charcoal. If he is put in the night, he doesn't need any cover like a natural transparent person.

"Wander, did the Batna boy really go?"

**, a charming voice sounded, and the tone was very lazy but full of provocative fun.

"That 2005 got rid of your control and rushed to England."

The short black charcoal head did not raise his head and replied directly, but after saying that, he muttered in a voice that ordinary people could not hear, "Slut, sooner or later, I will let you kneel in my ** and bathe my little brother with your little mouth!"

Bang!

A firelight!

Like lightning, it is like a steel whip, thrown directly on the back of a short black charcoal!

The short black charcoal named Wilde screamed, threw directly on the fire, and ignited all over in an instant!

"Damn it! Lena, what are you doing?"

Wander got up from the ground, and there were still flames burning all over his body, but he didn't care about it at all. He directly looked at the big bed covered by tulle and looked angrily!

"Sergeant, do you have the same ears as yours!" In the camp, the charming voice suddenly fell to cold, and there was no emotion!

Wilde's face was black and carbon, and he couldn't see any expression at all. After a few seconds, he was not scolding, but flattered him. He laughed and said, "Captain, your official is stronger than me, and your strength is better than me. What you say is what you say. I know that I, Wilde is wrong."

"Well, I thought that Sergeant Wilde, who was famous in the Sahara, only liked money, but I really didn't know--" The gauze was lifted. Before the man came out of the veil, his towering chest had stayed outside the veil.

And that deep gully is facing Wilde.

Wold directly stood up a small hill and pointed straight to the gully.

Continue, Lena walked out of the curtain and stood under the bed.

She looked at the ugly shape of Wilde's lower body and gently covered her mouth with one hand. The ice and snow melted and smiled charmingly.

Wander almost felt that there was something in his lower body and gushed out!

What a fucking goblin that kills people!

Wander cursed in his heart, and then condensed all his attention and his muscles were tight, so he abruptly suffed the strength of his lower body back!

"It's really boring." Lena muttered and sat on **, raised a long round thigh, and her high boots swayed back and forth in midair.

"Zhong Griffin clearly gave you all under my jurisdiction, but look, the Batna boy is very disobedient, and you dare to think about me! Hey, Wilde, haven't you heard how Captain Mosqidrow died?

When Wilde heard the name, he trembled all over, and the towering hill in his lower body went straight down!

"Hee hee..." Noting the change of Wilde's lower body, Lena smiled again, "I just want to have sex with my mother, and then I was directly chopped off his stick, so that he can never touch a woman again in his life. What are you afraid of!"

"Lieutenant Lena, Lieutenant Colonel Griffin asked you to take us to England, but what did you do to take us to Reykya? It's not normal for Bart to accept it." Wilde, who knew the horror of the woman in front of him, was honest like a dog, lying at Lena's feet obediently, occasionally cooperating with the owner's request and exchanging two voices.

"I'm tired of being in Sin City. I finally have a chance to come out this time. Of course, I don't want to go back so early!" Lena stretched out, and her huge breasts seemed to jump out of the leopard print suit!

"Anyway, our task is to help England change an obedient master. Now, I think it's good to let the Reykya occupy England and be a watchdog for us!"

Wilde was silent. Bart's identity was unusual. Of course, he dared not take the woman in front of him seriously, but Wilde was just a lower-level officer. If he was in the colony of the third world, he would naturally be more king than a king, but in the City of Sin, in the Saudi al-Qaeda, it was only It's just a relatively powerful subordinate.

"Two adults."

Outside the camp, a voice sounded.

"What kind of person." Lena asked lazily.

"Ms. Reyya."

Lena narrowed her eyes and said frivolously, "What's the matter?"

"Your Excellency, all the letters you requested to send to other colonists have received a reply. All the previous five colonies that were not ready to send troops to fight against England have now sent warriors to Reykya to gather. It is expected that it will take another ten days to gather the soldiers of the twelve colonies in Mys of Mysian and kill in England together. ."

It turned out that England had no strong enemies for a long time, not because they gave up attacking England for revenge, but because someone stopped them all.

"Ten days." Lena pouted and said to herself, "I could have stayed here for more than ten days. It's all because of Bart's bastard!"

"Go, go to the play!" Lena suddenly stood up and said to Wilde, "But appeared in England, and I don't know what the Englishman will react to! This seems to fulfill what Lieutenant Colonel Griffin always said..."

"What did you say, oh, by the way, this is fate, hehe, hee hee..."

Lena laughed and coughed outside the account.

"Get out of here and talk about it when you gather all the colonial soldiers in Missicia."

"Yes..."

The footsteps outside the camp gradually faded away.

"This guy is very ambitious," Wilde suddenly said to Lena, "He can be so calm in front of you."

Lina looked at her white hand and disapproved of Wilde's words.

"He is not a man. Of course, he can keep calm in front of me... Let's go. If we don't go to England, I'm afraid we won't have a good time!"