"Brothers, fight!"
Zhao Dalang roared.
"Don't mess up in formation." Qian Hong reminded the crowd even more.
His fight was not to destroy the enemy, but to guard his teammates, wherever there was difficulty he would run.
Zhao Dalang was different, he charged forward and swung both fists at the front, and in no time he was also f****d down, but he quickly climbed up and continued to fight.
Wang Peng was awakened by Ning Feng's words, he knew that he was not fit to charge, nowadays the fight, in the night, he hid in the darkness, each strike was very quickly knocked down one person.
One hundred and seventy people fought seventy people.
As a result, both sides fell.
In the end, there were only a dozen people standing.
"Come on! Fight!"
Zhao Dalang's fire rose, and blood flowed from
