Chapter 1720

"But what if... Fang fan won a great victory?"

"Then... What shall we do?"

"We didn't go to the rescue at all... What should we do if Fang fan's supervisor blames us? How can we deal with ourselves if we report it to the temple at that time?"

Mo sang, the head of the third black iron Legion under the 308 bronze legion, bit his teeth and thought it was still unreliable, and then put forward a new possibility!

The laughing scene suddenly stagnated, and the eyes of the people in the military tent focused on Mo sang, the commander of the third black iron corps, showing coldness.

Everyone is happy to blow a wave of business to each other. Isn't it fragrant? Need it. Are you doing this here?

This possibility cannot be said to be completely absent, but it can be almost ignored

Can Fang fan and his army wipe out a bronze Legion without much loss? Is that possible?

"Head of Mossan Black Iron Army, you talk a little too much today."

"If you feel uncomfortable in this position, you can tell me that I can change you to an easier position. For example... There are still a lot of pigs to feed on Xingyue island."

Hot spring, the commander of the 308 bronze army, said with a cold face that it was already a threat.

Even the cunning old fox began to show his bright fangs, which showed that he felt it impossible to make mistakes.

"Yes, the head of the hot spring army is right!"

"Besides, even if it's possible, we can say that we didn't hear the instructions, which has nothing to do with us!"

The head of the first black iron corps of the 308 bronze Corps smiled with a proud and casual face. He felt that there was not much to urge. Everything was normal.

"Didn't you hear the instructions?"

"There are still 100000 people shouting outside..."

"It's too fake..."

Mo sang, the head of the third black iron Legion under the 308 bronze legion, took a smoke from the corner of his mouth and made a dark stab. After that, he completely shut up, because he could feel the dark face of the head of the hot spring bronze Legion

This wave has completely offended him!

Mo sang sighed and felt particularly helpless.

He was born in Jiangmen and believed in the way of justice and light, but what did he do after he came to the 308 bronze Legion?

As a soldier, we should honor ourselves by dying in battle!

But now? Time and time again in cheating and playing tricks, time and time again in speculation! Even at the expense of his comrades in arms.

But in this case, the reward is constant... This is what annoys him most.

Those who hold salaries for everyone should not be frozen to death in the wind and snow

But now? Fang fan's supervisor will never retreat from the front line! They are here talking about the outstanding merit of war!

shame!

What a shame!

Morsan clenched his teeth, which ran counter to his belief!

He quietly walked out of the central army and out of this place that made him feel ashamed.

Listening to the roaring laughter from the military tent, Mo sang smiled sadly

"Light? We are the army of light..."

"But how can I feel darker than darkness..."

Mo sang whispered to himself, glanced at the distant battlefield with continuous artillery fire, and subconsciously licked his lips.

As a professional soldier, war is the existence that makes his blood boil!

Bleeding on the battlefield, listening to the roar of gunfire, the whole soul trembled and excited.