e that""You're my date, aren't you You were chased away and I'm still at the banquet I couldn't possibly do that," Shen Chenyu said.Chapter 141: Su Hongxiu's Reverse Scale! (Part 1) (2/2)As he was spe...With the successive deaths of Blood King and Black Crocodile, these two powerful figures, the joint forces of the Dark Night Organization and the Bounty Hunters' Alliance can be said to be on the verge of collapse.

Although there were still some enemy soldiers stubbornly resisting in the field, the remaining enemy soldiers numbered less than twenty. Most had been killed.

The remaining enemy soldiers had already broken their morale. Even powerful figures like the Blood King and Black Crocodile had fallen in battle, so they were utterly pathetic.

Especially Ye Junlang charged in with unstoppable momentum, slicing through the ranks of enemy soldiers.

Also, Baolong, Kuangta, Zhange, Nulang, Fanglie, Shaoz, Liu Mo and other Satan Army warriors surrounded and attacked. They were all covered in blood, each with more or less injuries, but their fighting spirit remained undiminished. Still high and mighty, they roared and charged towards the remaining enemy soldiers.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams filled the air.

Soon, all enemy soldiers on the field were slain. Standing alone on the battlefield was only the Iron Blood Army's Satan Legion.

It can be said that this was an extremely brutal battle. The Satanic Legion, with only about thirty people, completely wiped out this joint warrior force of around two hundred. Such a record, once spread, would inevitably shock the dark world and add another classic battle of outnumbered victory for the Satanic Legion.

However, the satanic army also paid a bloody price in this battle.

Even, there have been casualties among the warriors!

After the First World War, Duyan didn't even have time to rest. She immediately gathered all the wounded soldiers from the Satanic Army and began checking their injuries.

When Tie Zheng walked over with Xiao Wei in his arms, Du Yan's heart skipped a beat. She rushed forward immediately, checking Xiao Wei's injuries. What she saw was that Xiao Wei's vital points were all pierced by blades, and his face was turning blue, his lips purple, and he had stopped breathing long ago.

Tie Zheng looked at Du Yan, his eyes bloodshot, he slowly shook his head.

That means Du Yan can understand it, so that Little Wei is beyond saving.

"No, no, Xiao Wei won't be alright, absolutely not!"

Du Yan spoke in a choked voice, she picked up Xiao Wei and laid him flat on the ground. She wanted to stop the bleeding from his wounds, but she couldn't; as she performed CPR, tears welled up in her eyes, falling drop by drop.

Ye Junlang also walked over, his face gloomy, as if it was about to drip with water.

He felt his steps become abnormally heavy, with every step forward seeming to require all his might. His mood grew heavy as well, and he walked forward step by step. Behind him followed the soldiers of Satan's army one by one.

Everyone was solemn, all were silent, an invisible aura of both solemnity and tragic grandeur emanated from these soldiers of Satan's army.

Ye Junlang walked over and saw Duyan kneeling on the ground, her shoulders trembling, with soft sobs coming from her mouth. A kind of indescribable grief that anyone could feel.

Ye Junlang knelt on one knee, slowly lowering himself to the ground. He looked at Xiao Wei lying before him, tears welling up in his eyes. He was utterly heartbroken.

His face was almost numb, devoid of any expression besides gloom and grief. His eyes were hollow, as if he had lost his soul.

"Little Wei—"

Ye Junlang slowly opened his mouth. He reached out and brushed across Xiao Wei's face, which was ashen gray. But his fingers trembled slightly.

His hand, whether gripping a gun or a military knife, was always steady as a rock, never trembling in the slightest. But this moment, it was shaking gently.

The touch that came between them was icy cold, utterly devoid of warmth. It was Xiao Wei's face.

His eyes were closed peacefully, and even at the corner of his mouth there was a trace of a smile from before he passed away. It can be seen that Xiao Wei left very peacefully and contentedly, without any regrets.

The more this was the case, the more it made Ye Junlang feel heartache and pain.

"Winds howl, smoke rises, drums beat thunderously shaking heaven and earth!"

Head may be severed, blood may flow, a warrior who slays the enemy is foremost in bravery!

The setting sun, reflecting like blood, a warrior's death without regret!

A deep and mournful voice rose from Ye Junlang's throat, singing a song of grandeur and desolation that echoed throughout the world.

Gradually, the satanic warriors around them also began to speak, one by one, singing in a low and tragic voice——

"The sky is vast, the flames of war burn, who can come to battle!"

In the midst of worldly affairs, a cup of earth, brothers shall drink again in the next life!

In the midst of worldly affairs, a cup of soil, brothers will meet again in the next life to fight enemies!

The singing is both tragic and desolate, containing an indescribable brotherhood of iron. The entire song is a rhythm, first suppressed then rising, culminating in a high-pitched climax that shocks the soul.

This is a dirge, and it is sung every time a soldier of Satan's army falls. Both Ye Jianglang and the soldiers of Satan's army will sing this mournful and sorrowful dirge.

A song of libation, to honor the spirits of our fallen brothers!

A song of tribute to the wine, expressing the yearning of the Satans' army!

Singing over and over again, Ye Junlang wept like rain. He thought his tears had dried up, even if he was heartbroken, there wouldn't be any more tears.

At this moment, the tears in my eyes finally couldn't be held back any longer.

"Xiao Wei, big brother is sorry to you! I failed to protect you!"

Ye Junlang's voice choked with emotion as he spoke, his heart filled with indescribable grief.

"Xiaowei, my brother, farewell! In the next life, we shall still be brothers, drinking and eating meat heartily, fighting side by side!" Tie Zheng spoke, his voice choked with emotion. He, a man of iron will and stature, had tears welling up in his eyes.

"Xiao Wei, you will always live in our hearts! Farewell in this life, and let's continue in the next!" Nǔláng also said in a low voice.

At some unknown point, a howling wind rose, its mournful voice seeming to be infected by the grief of this moment. Every single soldier of the Satyr Army knelt, motionless like statues. Such profound brotherhood moved even those who witnessed it to tears.

After a long silence, Ye Junlang slowly stood up. He held Xiao Wei in his arms and said, "Xiao Wei, let's go home! From now on, you won't have to follow us around anymore. You won't have to run through gunfire with us ever again. Rest well, brother. Your blood won't be shed in vain. One day, when I and my brothers break the Dark Night Organization and the Bounty Hunter Alliance, we will come to your grave to pay our respects! I will avenge your blood, that is my vow, and the vow of the Satan Legion!"

Ye Junlang held the icy corpse of Xiao Wei and walked forward. One by one, the Satan Army warriors also stood up and followed him forward.

The entire warrior squad remained in perfect formation, the air around them thick with a blend of somber sorrow and the icy breath of impending slaughter. This palpable mix suffused the surrounding land.

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