Chapter 217 The Unable to Escape

"Have you thought about it? The weak?"

"Well, I've thought about it!"

Han Biao's tone was very plain, and he was also very calm. His face was no longer an expression of hatred or despair. The wind was light like an old cat that had lived for more than 20 years. Long Ao's family had such an old cat, an old cat that grew up with Long Ao. When the old cat was dying, Long Ao looked at its eyes. That's it. Everything doesn't matter. Everything is good and contented.

"So, tell me, the weak, what is your choice, is it to fight to the death, or to submit?" For Long Ao, these two choices are no different. They are just some temporary subordinates. If you don't use them, put them aside.

Or Long Ao hopes that these guys will go crazy, rush to himself in despair, and then fight for himself as a puppet. After all, if you stay by his side as a person, there is still a risk of betrayal. There is a smile when they meet each other. Long Ao has seen a lot, whether it is true or not, but this kind of love. What's more, they all have one thing in common, and there will never be a relationship between two unequal opponents!

Come on, let me feel the pleasure of fighting. There is not much difference between toys and tools. Isn't the tool that makes you happy a toy? Isn't the tool to satisfy your own pleasure a toy? In order to satisfy their own pleasure, didn't many people choose to turn their tools into toys? Turning the pen, yes; playing with other people's feelings, yes; watching the two armies fight against each other!

"Hurry up!" The corners of Long Ao's mouth were very high, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up... Tell me quickly! The weak, accept my last pity and tell me your choice quickly!"

Han Biao did not answer Long Ao. He slowly turned his body, stood upright, and then shouted at his comrades-in-arms, "Our goal is right in front of us. What should we do?"

"Battle!" There was a little anger in the voice, not the same feeling of despair when I just heard the soul.

"Even if we die, even if we are defeated, in the face of our enemies, in the face of the extremely powerful enemies, what should we do?"

"Battle!" Han Biao's voice was still passionate, and the response of the mercenaries became louder and more and more imposing. This feeling even made the mother and emperor feel a different taste.

"Our desperate life may be just a joke, and our lives may only be exchanged for insignificant wounds, but what should we do in the face of our enemies?"

"Battle!"

"Even if our bodies are smashed, even if our souls are enslaved, what should we do when we can still fight here in the face of our opponents? What can we do?"

"Battle! War! War!" This feeling is said by the momentum like Hong. If it is Li Yi, he will definitely say that this is self-defeating. Obviously, he has to rely on language and art to move the release and let them use it for themselves, but making Long Ao say such a few words makes the other party no longer confused, facing a group of avengers full of hatred, and In the face of a group of rational soldiers, the trouble is a very simple multiple-choice question.

For ordinary people, perhaps that kind of crazy hatred and momentum can crush the enemy, but for masters, only accurate judgment and clear and effective strikes need to be worried. The kind of fierce madness and one that is not afraid of death by sacrificing reason and judgment. The strengthening of the power of time is just a joke. What is it that can't hit people in a powerful attack?

However, Long Ao did not stop Han Biao and quietly watched Han Biao complete the transformation from a confused avenger to a warrior. Or, he wants to see this change, and he wants to see a toy that is no longer confused.

Gao Yu walked to Long Ao and said in his ear, "Learn it, Xiaoqi, in terms of strength, there is no doubt that you are stronger than him, but as a leader, he is much better than you!"

Long Ao knows what Gao Yu means. For a long time, he has never tried to rely on anyone. From the beginning, in the face of Li Yi and Gao Yu, it is not so much dependent as instinctive reassurance in the face of his brother. It is the feeling of family and the superiors and subordinates and groups. It doesn't matter. It's not the means of a superior.

Even now, he is the lord of the Red Dragon Legion, he is the lord of the steel fortress, and he is the only ally of the Zerg, and he still does not know how to control the art. Everything he does is to crush the past with his strong strength, the uneven voice, crush; unconvinced thoughts, crush; dare not resist, crush. He doesn't need others to be convinced, and he doesn't need others to worship and praise him. All he wants is that there is no second voice where the order is reached, that's all.

"Third brother, I'm not a politician. I haven't been a politician from the beginning, and I'm not a martial artist like you. I didn't understand what my father meant before!"

Long Ao closed his eyes, exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and stared at the weak and tall back again. He continued, "Since I fought with you that day, I finally understand what I want, what I'm pursuing, what I am, I'm a soldier!"

"I don't want to be like the second brother. No matter what means I use, as long as he achieves his goal, I will feel happy. I am not like you. I am a martial artist who constantly pursues myself and strives towards a higher level. I will only feel excited because of the battle that I can sublimate! "

"I am a warrior. I am a warrior who pursues pleasure in killing, chases shit-like battles, and is finally killed by someone! Whether the enemy is the powerful Zou Hucheng or Gao Yu, the enemy is so weak that it can be erased in front of the eyes. As long as it is killing, as long as it is a battle, as long as the limbs are splashed, let me smell the fragrance of blood... Then that's enough.

"The battle made my blood boil, and the battle made my heart quiet. You know, after hearing the news of my father's death, I suddenly found that although I was very sad, I was not as sad as I thought. While thinking about my father's death, I also thought of a powerful person in the world. The opponent is gone!"

Gao Yu has heard about this. The old man once said that Du Bin, that is, the boss, is a martial artist. Li Yi, he is definitely not a martial artist. As for his son, Long Ao, it depends on himself. Gao Yu didn't understand what that sentence meant, but now looking at Long Ao's expression, he suddenly understood that the high-willed little guy had grown up.

"You have grown up!" Gao Yu touched the top of Long Ao's head with relief. He suddenly stopped halfway and patted him firmly on the shoulder.

Han Biao's path has been decided, and his fate is almost doomed from now on, but he does not regret the injustice of fate, nor does he lament the helplessness of the weak. He is now walking on the road of his choice, which is enough!

"Decided? What's your name? Long Ao didn't even remember Han Biao's name.

Han Biao did not feel humiliated because of Long Ao's disregard. On the contrary, he now feels excited, a kind of excitement of being recognized.

"Han Biao, my name is Han Biao, haha, if it's not this doomed war, I will definitely follow you!" Han Biao said with a smile.

"It's not too late!" Long Ao smiled. This kind of person is a qualified warrior, the subordinate and opponent he wants, but now Han Biao is too weak and not qualified as an opponent, but as a subordinate, he will die very well.

"Hahahaha, I said Brother Long, do you think it's possible?" Han Biao laughed.

"Hehe, that's right!" Long Ao laughed at himself twice. If Han Biao really surrendered, then he was not a soldier. At best, he could only be regarded as a powerful guy, and Long Ao would not take a fancy to him!

"Let's not talk about gossip. Now I won't talk about revenge or revenge. Come and fight. There should be this battle between us. Don't keep your hand just because you like us!"

"Don't worry, I will give you a commensurate death method!"

"Hahaha, come on, brothers, we're on. Let's have a good look at the power of the famous black knife overlord!"

"What you want!"

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This is the damn fate, the fate that no one can escape!