The moonlight gradually enveloped, and the marching career was extremely painful. Not only did there be no women to play, but there was no other fun to relieve boredom. They came up with a game, waiting for the corpses in the trenches to completely cool down and start the game when they turned into zombies.

The Tatar Kingdom was very brave and fierce from the bottom of his heart, so he highly praised these martial arts games. Moreover, the people were generally barbaric and did not have a kind heart to treat living people, let alone these walking corpses.

Their game was very simple, digging the trenches, leaving only enough holes for one person to pass through. There were only two such holes. Each time two people participated, the zombies that came out of the hole must be killed.

Of course, the game is not just that simple. Each zombie is allowed to have only two bullets, one headshot and one egg. The winner is not rewarded, and the loser is not punished. They don’t even know what this stupid rule is for. Perhaps trampling on the dignity of the dead can save them some barren and boring time.

Alatan was sitting by the bonfire at this time, looking at the bright red flames, holding a glass of strong brandy in his hand. He did not add ice or lemons to drink it elegantly, and he didn't even have a cup. He blew it directly into the bottle, and then took a bite of it, then pulled off a bite of lamb chop, chewing it so much that he was full of oil.

Of course, he was the only one who could drink alcohol in the whole group, otherwise the soldiers would not be bored to fight any zombies.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a braid came over and sat opposite him and said, "I think we should chase after us today, capture as much as possible, or destroy the effective power of the enemy, rather than sit here and hold a celebration meeting. If we can defeat this place, we can do as long as we want. If we can't fight and our soldiers can't even drink wine, then that's what kind of celebration banquet."

Alatan smiled and said, "Are you talking about me? You are not happy that I am the only one who drinks? Well! You talk too, I'll approve it!"

"I'm not interested in drinking. Let's talk about serious things. Why don't you pursue the victory today? This will make it much easier when we conquer this land, do you know."

Alatan chuckled and said, "I promised that gentleman, so my goal is not them. Maybe I will fight this Hongyun Party in the future, but it won't work now."

This middle-aged man with a small braid is Alatan's uncle, named Polkin, a rare wise general in the Tatar Kingdom. He is proficient in military tactics, but he is very timid. The Tatar people usually like generous and strong men, and they are more likely to have strong body hair and bright eyes. Therefore, even if they have all their abilities, they cannot be the leader.

It would be good if Alatan met all the standards of a leader. His status would not be lowered because of his style of conduct, and he could also use his talents. As a nephew, Alatan would not look down on him, but there were also disadvantages. Alatan was also an arbitrary and rampant person, and there were very few cases of listening to his suggestions.

For example, now, he knew that he could not persuade him, and he knew that the gentleman's status in his heart could even be said to be higher than his uncle.

After all, everything Alatan has obtained is basically his foundation. If he can achieve today's achievements, the help of that gentleman is absolutely indispensable. So if there is any special situation now, I will persuade Alatan to not move and find that gentleman, and it will be fine.

He could only shake his head helplessly and said without giving up: "Then can you let the soldiers stop that boring game, trample on the dignity of the dead, and enhance the glory you value?"

"The soldiers are bored now and are not allowed to drink. There is a good way to relieve their boredom. Don't continue talking."

Alta ejaculated with a look. Polkin knew the meaning of the look. It was an impatient and a drive away look. The change in status was irreparable from blood ties, so he could only leave in disappointment.

After destroying the legs of lamb and wine in his hand, Alatan fell asleep by the bonfire and slept until dawn.

Tao Xiugan of the Destruction Corps could almost be said to have learned the news of Wang Meng's defeat at the first time. He often mingled in the brothers of the Hongyun Party to learn advanced experience. Of course, he knew the strength of the Hungry Wolf Group, and then waited for work in this way and gained a geographical advantage.

Not to mention that he had won 100% of the victory in this war, he should have resisted the enemy on his position for three or four days, and he would not be surprised if he had not even caused effective obstacles to the enemy. However, he was defeated without even causing effective obstacles to the enemy, which undoubtedly made him feel a little scared.

He fought for so long, but he had never been scared by the enemy before the war began. But now, he really felt a sense of fear coming to his heart.

Now he is fully responsible for the big and small matters of the Destruction Corps, but in Jingxian Province, he is inevitably going to have a fierce battle with this foreign enemy. However, judging from the current situation, it is almost impossible to win this battle.

So now there are only two ways before him, either surrender or lead the people to retreat. If his own leads move to the city of Dadi, the people of the Hongyun Party have no reason to refuse them. No matter what, the Corps of Destruction has also helped several times when the Hongyun Party is in crisis.

But this matter is too big, and it is difficult for him to make decisions by himself, so he must discuss it with his father and Deng Xiong.

The current base of the Corps of Destruction is the territory of the former Federal Town. After taking over it, Deng Xiong ordered people to build a palace in the center of the town. It was nominally a palace, but due to the shortage of manpower, the area was not large, which was equivalent to a ten-fold reduction version of the British castle. Maybe it would be more appropriate to become a small villa.

However, from the outside, it still looks a bit magnificent. Since we came here, Deng Xiong's behavior has become more and more lewd and indifferent. Not to mention dealing with business every day, he is not willing to go to the office building. He stays here all day, is addicted to wine and sex, and spends this day with a woman's belly.

Tao Xiugan's capable men had long been unable to stand it. Why did his subordinates fight to the death, exhausted every day, but they had to support a useless person who did nothing? If this person had three meals a day, they would endure it. However, this person was corrupt and wasted. In the face of shortage of resources, he drank and had fun every day. The wine he drank and exchanged food with the Hongyun Party would be enough for each person to support dozens of people.

Tao Xiugan heard such words a lot, but he never took it to heart. He was a bad person, he did many evil things and killed many people, but he looked at a word more important than life.

That is the word "meaning".

When Deng Xiong established the Destruction Corps, Tao Xiugan was just a gangster on the street, helping others to collect debts and making a living by fists. He had no father or mother, and lived a life of eating without a meal. He was not educated and did not help others fight and showed off his courage. What could he do?

Do you work in the factory without day or night? Make yourself look like a ghost, earn a few hard-earned money, or send a courier takeaway? It’s windy and sunny all day long?

When he was most confused and embarrassed, Deng Xiong supported her, gave him a lot of money and asked him to dress up. There was a younger brother behind him and a woman beside him. He was doing well by Deng Xiong, and he would hit anyone he wanted. In the eyes of others, he was just a dog.

However, no one cares about such a dog, how difficult it is to become a dog.

After the disaster, Deng Xiong established this destruction army, making others call him king, and also named his capable generals as his adopted sons. This action caused great disgust in the Huaqing Congress, but due to his prestige, everyone could only swallow their anger.

However, Tao Xiugan is different from others, not because he is obedient on the surface, and he has no grudges in his heart, because Deng Xiong has long regarded him as his own father.

Tao Xiugan quickly walked to the palace where Deng Xiong was. The guards on both sides of the door held heavy swords in their hands and stood in front of them with a solemn face, and could not see joy or sorrow.

Seeing Tao Xiugan coming, he was not able to stop him and let him pass because they all knew very well that Deng Xiong was no longer responsible for the current Destruction Corps, and he was no longer the devil who was awe of everyone in Shengtian City before.

The current Destruction Corps can survive and not allow the Hongyun Party to annex. Everyone thanks Tao Xiugan for dealing with the Hongyun Party in a low voice in exchange for its own independence, and at the same time, it can also allow Deng Xiong to live as a king.

If it weren't for him, Tao Xiugan would be like a candle in the room, extinguishing with one blow.

After Tao Xiugan entered the palace, a waiter hurriedly saluted and said, "Sir, Lord Holy Son."

Deng Xiong originally had five adopted sons, Zheng Bang defected, two died, and one of them was cut off. Now he is still crazy and talks all day long, and it will probably not take long to die.

So now there is only Tao Xiugan, so Deng Xiong changed him to a saint son, and the people below were always talking about it. If it were someone else, there would be no competitors, no political enemies, and the military leader, he would have pulled Deng Xiong off the horse and sat on it himself. What else would he be angry about and be a son for others?

But Tao Xiugan didn't care what others thought, he only took a fancy to what he knew.

At this time, a waiter walked past Tao Xiugan and said, "Your Highness, the King is not convenient now. Can you sit here and wait for a while?"

Tao Xiugan looked at the waiter's red face and dodging eyes and could guess that Deng Xiong must be doing sex at this time.

Tao Xiugan gritted his teeth. This was simply outrageous. He turned a blind eye to the world and only cared for pleasure here. Now it is time for the life and death of the Corps of Destruction. How could he still have the heart to do such a thing?

He calmed down a little and said to the waiter: "It's okay, take me to see him. This is related to life."
Chapter completed!