The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1187: Sneak Attack 2

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Chapter 1187 Sneak Attack 2

Seeing Wang Meng's dissatisfaction, Xu Yuangui said aggrievedly: "Boss? When I was with you, I really didn't eat much when I was open."

Wang Meng rubbed his face straight, it seemed that this was really the case.

"Boss? I'm hungry!" Xu Yuangui suddenly looked at Wang Meng hopefully.

Wipe!

Wang Meng took it.

Wow, Wang Meng waved his hand, all the delicacies of mountains and seas.

Not only Xu Yuangui was too happy to shut his mouth, but Long Yi and the others also swallowed.

"Eat! Eat! Have a share!" Wang Meng said with a smile.

With a roar, Long waited for someone to go up and robbed it.

It's just that I didn't grab much, and they were all taken away by Xu Yuangui, a foodie.

Long Yi and others were speechless when faced with foodies.

Long Feiyun missed Wang Meng for a long time.

"Let's go! Go to sleep! When we join the war, there will be no time!" Long Feiyun pulled Wang Meng into the tent, so much that there were many people around watching.

Long Feiyun has no scruples about speaking and doing things, regardless of how many people are present.

Wang Meng was embarrassed.

"Are you coming too?" Long Feiyun suddenly waved at the wind chime.

Wind chime smiled elegantly and shook his head. She was also convinced by Long Feiyun's generosity and domineering.

The War of the Ancients is divided into two camps, the Eastern camp headed by China, and the Western camp headed by Mei Guo.

This camp is not divided by region, but by country relations.

The battle between the ancient tribe and antiques was extremely fierce. In just five days, countless old antiques fell. Although the Eastern camp took the lead because of China's strength, the loss was not small.

Faced with the fierce battle, Wang Meng and other younger generation Guwu couldn't sit still.

The war makes their blood boil, and the blood makes them surging.

In the mountains where life was originally scattered, at this time there are no more life than the ancients. All the creatures were scared away by the powerful aura of the ancient warriors.

The real fighting of the ancients is rule-based, not purposeless group fights.

But this kind of rules is only for the time being. When the red eye is killed, all the rules will no longer exist.

And, the first to break this rule is the unwilling to be lonely.

In the middle of the night, the jungle is silent, only when the wind is blowing, the sound of the drafting wood swaying is heard.

The two figures swiftly passed between the trees, and there was no sound except the sound of the wind.

Not far ahead, two Guwu secret whistles were lying on the branches, watching and listening to all directions. But they did not notice that the two figures were approaching quickly.

The wind is blowing.

Like fallen leaves flying in the wind, when two galloping figures were a hundred meters away from the two dark whistles, their soles suddenly slammed on the trunk, and they shot away at the two dark whistles. .

Puff!

Puff!

The slight noise was masked by the sound of the wind.

Two secret whistle lie on the tree, silent.

The two figures went deep without reducing their speed.

Along the way, all the secret whistles were killed by two people, silently, and did not arouse the other's alertness.

A tent appeared in front of him.

This is the camp where young ancient warriors from the Eagle Country gather.

In the camp, the tents are scattered.

"I didn't expect that the Eagle Nation's big camp actually implied the formation." Wang Meng looked at the tents in the big camp and said.

"There are so many flaws, it's just four different things." Feng Chime said lightly.

"After all, the West has no Eastern heritage. It would be good to be able to do this," Wang Meng said.

"Although there are many flaws, it is also useful. Don't disturb them. If they are encircled, they will cost a lot of money and attract old antiques, but it will be troublesome. After all, our behavior violates the ancient rules," Feng Chime said.

"That's natural!" Wang Meng was deeply convinced, and suddenly said with a smirk: "They are too inked. They fight so one-on-one, and they can't end the year of the monkey? Our goal is to speed up the pace of the war. "

Wind chime smiled bitterly: "If you do this, the consequences will be serious."

"No matter what you do, the result of the war will be the winner, the prince, and the loser, Kou." Wang Meng disapproved.

At the gate of Daying, there are eight Guwu men with sabers on their waists.

In the big camp, there are two teams of nine young Guwu patrolling each other, and they also carry sabers on their waists.

The wind is blowing and the vegetation is moving.

The eight Guwu at the door suddenly felt that the cold wind suddenly worsened in the cool wind.

Not good!

This is not cold, this is killing intent!

Eight Guwu were taken aback and were about to attack and warn. However, in the next moment, their horrified expressions suddenly solidified, but their bodies remained in their original state.

Two dark shadows flashed past the eight ancient tribes.

The two are too fast, and the night covers all their tracks.

There are also trees and scattered tents in the camp. These are the best shelters.

The two had a tacit understanding. The moment they entered the camp, they suddenly accelerated and got into the two tents on the left and right at the entrance of the camp.

The two of them just disappeared, and the two patrol Guwu teams crossed here.

Seeing that the guard at the door was still there, the two teams of Guwu had no doubts.

At this time, four Guwu in each of the two tents are resting. They are also guards. At this time, they change shifts and rest.

Suddenly, they felt the temperature drop sharply in the tent.

The strong wind breaks the sky over the earth.

Not good!

The eight Guwu suddenly awakened and thought of getting up.

It's just that, the next moment, they stopped still before they lifted up.

Huh!

Two figures came out of the tent almost at the same time.

After that, the two spread out to extreme speed at the same time, and the wind floated into the nearest tent.

The two did not separate this time, because the tent in this tent was not a guard, but a young strongman from the Guwu family.

Judging the strong and the weak can be judged from the breath. Unless, Old Antique will hide his breath well.

Wang Meng and wind chimes are not old antiques, but their strength is not inferior to ordinary old antiques, and they also have secret methods to hide their breath.

There are only three people in the tent.

The identity of the young Guwu of the ancient tribe is naturally not comparable to those of guards, and naturally there will be no crowds, but they are also defensive now and have not settled in alone.

Wang Meng and Fengling have just got into the tent.

The three young Guwu woke up at the same time, and they were already sitting up. The response was quick.

It's just that it's useless to be fast. In the face of absolute strength, everything is vain.

Quick chick!

Three steel needles of anesthesia flew out of Wang Meng's hand suddenly, almost to the extreme, directly inserted into the choking throat of the three of them.

Because Wang Meng and the wind chime were still a little away from them, and they were already alert, Wang Meng had to use a hidden weapon in order to prevent them from calling for help.

The three young Guwu's eyes were horrified, their mouths wide open, but they couldn't shout.

At this time, the wind chime was approaching the three of them, and they patted three palms on their chests.

The pupils of the three Guwu's eyes shrank suddenly, the corners of their mouths were bleeding, and their chests sank.