Chapter 6 The Smile of the Devil [3]

The members of the first, third and thirty-third teams of BlackTiger went to Bolzama one after another. Of course, these three heavy infantry brigades are subordinate to Norton, the deputy commander of the regiment. All of them are composed of the strongest warriors, with Tauren and Vikings as the backbone, integrating Scandinavian warriors in the north and some legendary rangers in the North Slavic. This kind of combat effectiveness, looking at the whole north, is also among the best. In the attack with the Narvar people, the bombarding power generated is enough to compete with a large corps of 10,000 people. It can be imagined that if this kind of unit has magic troops to assist, what a terrible force it is.

At this time, the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps has long had such strength. The magician is an aid force, powerful, and belongs to an extremely long-range attack force. Before the two neurotic experimental magicians achieve success, Ma Hu must recruit more magicians to work for him. Even if some guys are wanted or even hostile by many countries.

Recruiting a group of outlaws, Tamsalu's strength is more perfect.

Almost no one can hurt the strength of the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps in the frontal attack. This is the dazzling strength brought by the real power, unparalleled!

"Ah, ah... That stupid cow really doesn't trust me."

Ma Hu raised his eyebrows, smiled very evilly, and then continued to say, "Well, anyway, we have to expand the results at this time. If you can still make some achievements in Tartu, it is also extremely refreshing. I think this is really what I need, isn't it?"

Daphne, a female swordsman, is determined to follow sloppy, even if now 10 million people say in front of her that Boss Ma is a scum. I'm afraid she will also shyly say something similar to marry a chicken, marry a dog and marry a dog. Thinking about it, the woman who has lost her mind is extremely emotional, and she is only blind.

"BlackT!" Ma Hu roared.

"Wow!"

There are countless soldiers, blue veins bursting out, and their blood vessels are like snakes, spectacularly winding around their strong muscles. The persistence and enthusiasm conveyed in those eyes are unimaginable to any ordinary person.

These people were originally despised and disgusted, but now they have become synonymous with fear. Once the enemy's heart thinks about their ferocious faces, there are only many sins, which makes people unable to extricate themselves.

This is the power of evil. However, no one will admit it, Tiger. House has that kind of magic. However, as long as the people of the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps believe in all this and believe in magic, it is enough. As for other things, who cares how much? At least, for all this, the people who fight are just to prove their existence, and they are also continuing their own existence. Those who can't let themselves be extended now are all poor people. If even the soldier's last belief is thrown into the woman's cleavage, then such a man can completely die.

Evil breeds, but it does not hinder the efforts of these guys. The reason why Ma Hu can give these guys a chance is precisely because he sees all kinds of futures. He knows very well how admirable such people are. He also firmly believes that under his leadership, these bastards must make the whole continent look sideways. Whether it is the empire or the church, whether it is a land power or a sea hegemon, as long as the warrior's fighting heart and the heart of victory have not been extinguished, then this group of scum expelled by the whole society will eventually reach the top again, as they have imagined countless times.

Moreover, these people have that kind of consciousness, mortal consciousness, absolutely!

"I can bring you wealth, power and reputation. You can also give the enemy a fatal blow when there is no sound. Let you enjoy the pleasure of victory, but... You remember this. It's not because of me that I've done all this. I'm not a genius, a god, or a devil. However, even the genius gods and the devil standing in front of you at the same time will forget one thing, which is to encourage you to be strong. Only strong, only absolute strength can make many arrogant people return to humility. If they refuse, then let them be humbly trampled under our feet!"

This bastard is like a beast, like a magical monster leader, ** with this group of poor insects getting stronger, holding his fists tightly, the muscles, the blood vessels, the incitement in the eyes, the fanatical voice, charming and magnetic, "Do you... do you have any questions?!!"

This roar is like flying through the air, sharp and horrible, which is frightening. If you don't really see all this in front of you, everyone will think that the leader of the rebel army is issuing the final pre-war mobilization, or the victory declaration of a founding emperor, but Tiger. House is nothing. He is just a rogue leader, and he is the most difficult to subdue in the world!

"No--"

Tiger. House's voice was so loud that in the end, the bastards responded with a louder voice than his, trembling? Excited? Does it exist? Disillusioned? Or is all this just the power of the legend?

When those tauriots in Porchama see all this, I'm afraid they won't think that those compatriots in Tartu can resist such an army that is as fanatical and crazy believers!

The peacekeeping force... Sure enough!

No matter how Tartu's people believe that they are justice or courage, they can't avoid their inner timidity in the end. Just like these tauries of Boltama, in the end, it is better to be a Tiger than to be an unfree lackey of a white bull priest. House's free running dog.

Although the freedom is relative, they also hope that they can go crazy, and then their fighting power is very, like the legendary invincible hero. Even if there is a dragon or monster, they can hold a sword and tomahawk to drive out those evil forces that endanger all justice and will.

Obviously, the magic of the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps is that they can attract such people to do such things.

This is the appeal of the three bitches. They let more strong people into such a circle. It is like the temple of warriors, which is comparable to the holy place and heaven. It makes people yearn for it, and there are more believers who go there. Isn't this God's will?

"Good, strong..."

Some lazy taurids look pale and look at this group of guys who don't know whether to call them beasts or not. In fact, they are indeed like crazy beasts, and their power is beyond their imagination.

If such an army is defeated by the tarew ally tribe in Tartu, it is really a joke. The tarew is the most direct race. They see through it at a glance. Although they don't say it for a long time, they have a clear answer in their hearts.

Tiger. House's fanatical attitude is really surprising. This is strength.

"Too, too... too strong!"

The soldiers' answers are more accurate. Of course, these soldiers are not Tiger. House's men were soldiers of Boltama. Of course, they were defeated and were beaten by a brigade of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment. There was no bravery of the legendary powerful warriors at all.

What kind of courage, combat skills and beliefs? I don't know if it is thrown into the Baltic Sea. Even if it raises a little spray, it will make these Bolzama soldiers proud. Unfortunately, they didn't leave anything, only a humiliating failure, and it was pale.

Tiger. It's really a forgiveness that House didn't kill them. Women are grateful to this kind leader. Even in the first minute, they can make their men's heads fall to the ground, and there is no chance to resist at all.

However, Ma Hu did not do that. Even if there was a tarew riot in Bolchama, he did not kill those tarew warriors, none of them.

The captives surrendered are no different from usual except for a slight restriction on their freedom of life. This really surprised many residents of Boltama. Only the white bull priests knew that this was their usual trick. They used to use this method to banish criminals who might be hanged and make them grateful to them, but now, Tiger. House used this trick and became more smart. In addition to proving his strength, he also proved his morality.

morality, how can a man not be moral when he is alive?

Even the smallest northern boy knows this sentence!

After all the hardships and never get tired of it, and go through all the hardships without giving up, this is the way of heroes.

Heroes are like this, there is no regret, with courage as the spear, faith as the shield, invincible, and invincible!

Justice, peace, courage! I can give you all this, and fight with awe, just like the protection of a god, and there is no more trouble! Even in the face of the abyss, you are not afraid. This is the declaration of our strongest warrior in Tamsalu. If you can prove your justice, then win! If you want peace in your hearts, then victory! If the courage is not exhausted, then victory! I'm waiting for you in the strongest position, if... you have been winning!"

This provocative devil, he stirred the heart of each male bear, slightly lit a can of gas, and then threw it into the mine full of pulverized coal. No one dares to imagine what kind of crazy things will happen, and no one dares to imagine. It is a miracle that such a man stands on the opposite side of many kingdoms and empires, and he still lives so nourished and arrogantly.

His Majesty the Frankish Emperor will kill him, His Majesty the King of Estonia will kill him, and the grand duchess of those small duchies will also want to kill him.

Perhaps, if he dies like this tomorrow, there will be more people rushing to tell each other than the snowflakes in winter.

"Huge! Long live! Long live!"

"H Long live the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment!"

"Tiger. Long live House!"

"Warrior's strongest faith!"

Fanaticism, restlessness, and the desire to express, all of which are intertwined together, making people restless and nervously waiting for such a giant bomb to beat there. The sound of ticking comes from the kind of excitement that will produce a heartbeat every time. At such a point, can anyone dismantle this giant bomb?

The Roma Empire once had such an opportunity, but it underestimated Tiger. The people of House have forgotten how the empire gained so much glory. The Kingdom of Estonia also had such an opportunity, but the arrogant and prejudiced Raft III let go of this precious opportunity. The Duchy of Narval also had such an opportunity, but hatred and the last wish blinded the undead bird Phoenix. He did not see the future of the country, but expected the final outcome.

That's really miserable.

And the person who created all this is not Tiger. House?

Clap your fists tightly, and the powerful voice inspires a group of bloody warriors. Their blood is enough to make those dareless people tremble and pee in their pants, and they will never scream and dance their swords to challenge.

This is the momentum, which will never give in!

If the dragon has a condescending and powerful momentum, then the tiger that always wins the challenge and tirelessly pursues the strongest battle, whether hungry or injured, will emit a sense of death that makes the enemy desperate. The kind of power that fights purely for fighting, without any superfluousness, is the cruel smell of killing. The power is perfectly combined without suspense. This is the belief of the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps.

"This man..."

The white bull priests muttered that they knew very well that how could such a man be resisted? They once thought of doing some small moves, but Tiger. House's insightful eyes will immediately make these crooked guys show their true feelings, and they don't have the courage to do what they can do at all.

"It's simply the devil!"

A priest whispered so. When talking, the cold sweat falling next to his temples betrayed his inner tension and panic. The ordinary residents of the tauri on the left and right have awe and worship. This is the creed of a powerful warrior. The strong are respected. Isn't this the case in this world?

Compared with these primitive tribal warriors, the nobles of the kingdom empire are much more hypocritical than those civilized, far from the crispness revealed by these tribal warriors, nor the directness and unrestrained taured warriors.

"No! He is the devil! No, it's simply!"

Another priest said so firmly that when he said this, he looked serious and there was no joke in it, which made many fearful people look at Tiger. At House's time, there was only ** naked fear left, and there was no other persistence in it.

"I didn't expect... there would be such a big gap."

Of course, the soldiers will understand what the gap is. Whether physically or psychologically, these soldiers are far less than the members of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment. The combat power of the Tamsalu Army, which is known as the peacekeeping force, has made the tribes of Boltama see the gap, and now, It is to make the members of the Tartu tribe recognize the tortuous and difficult road.

Shakespeare once said boredly: Life or death, this is a problem.

However, it seems that more philosophers said: faith has nothing to do with life and death, and faith is higher than life and death.

Incisive. Incomparable incisive.

"Tartu."

When Boss Ma looked at the map and looked back at Totti, the handsome Sicilian man, he pointed and whispered, "I want to see a group of surrendered soldiers, not humble slaves. I don't like a group of strong soldiers who are ready to riot at any time to look around. Do you...do you understand?"

Totti did not readily agree. The cold sweat oozing from his forehead gave him time to think and judge. He could have said no, but looking at Boss Ma's eyes, it seemed that the Sicilian man had a different belief, so he said loudly without hesitation, "I understand! "Head!"

Such resolute words make people feel the reliability, and the security is so high.

Is it possible that Tartu's resistance will become the victory weight of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment? Or will it be a meritorious battle for the peacekeeping force?

The three brigades of heavy infantry are simply as cold as demons. They are like cold machines without feelings, or a piece of wood without feeling, full of suspense and excitement. Even if it is just a small resistance, it will be ruthlessly wiped out by this force!

The last resistance of Nanavar was not killed in the resistance at all, but after surrendering after the resistance, it resisted again, so there were not many patient heavy infantry brigades to slaughter them cleanly, and then pushed all this happened to the Kingdom of Estonia. At this time, they appeared again as heroes and avengers, giving the Estonian army an indelible blow. This excellent impression made the devil-like heavy infantry brigade become Narval's guest.

But no one will know that under the angel's shell is the devil's soul.

And these devil's souls are not just one, but... a group.

Tens of thousands of demon armies swept through these blind resistance. Even if it was a fierce fight in the end, it seemed that these demons would not give up conquering.

So, Tiger. House's intentional or unintentional smile became a devil-like smile.

Proud? Conspiracy? Or the absolute self-confidence of strength?

No one knows, and no one dares to know. Because those actions are undoubtedly making trouble for themselves, life or death, only in a thought. If you try to resist, then the tyrants who were killed on the branches in Poltama will become their role model.

No one wants to be torn off the last skin by crows and wild dogs after death. Even if it only retains a complete body after death, it is a very good thing.

So, the rebels will definitely die, even if those who kill them were once their own neighbors.

But for the continuation of the whole group, sometimes the environment will force you to make such a cruel decision.

Seeing the fearful eyes of the white bull priest, the worshipful eyes of the tarew warrior, and the admiration of the old man, children and women, the corners of Mr. Ma's mouth turned up again.

And this smile is also the smile of the devil.