"Jiang Cheng is actually dead?"

The people from the Third and Fourth Legions were also confused.

"He is dead, doesn't that mean that Tianlejun has no commander again?"

After a brief shock, the crowd burst into a terrifying cheer.

"Hahaha, I deserve it!"

"Who made him so arrogant? This is what he should have ended up!"

"Without him, the head coach, Tianlejun has returned to normal."

"Yes, we don't need that kind of coach!"

There is no way. Last time Brother Cheng attacked the Fourth Legion, these two legions now only hate and anger, so naturally there is no good impression of him.

“It’s really great news.”

They did not have the sorrow of their comrades after their death in battle, but were all excited.

"And Linghou and others are also dead!"

"The seven stubborn diseases of Tianlejun were also eliminated."

"I found that Coach Jiang had done some good things, at least he would have buried the seven people with him."

"Hahaha, just for this, we should remember him."

"But, that bet..."

"That's all, they're all dead, it's obviously our victory!"

"From now on, the Tianlang Flag will be ours, and we will be the Tianlang Legion!"

"As for the Eighth Legion of Dog Heads, it should have been wiped out, it's a bargaining for them..."

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that their good equipment is buried with them."

They were quite regretful that they failed to humiliate Jiang Cheng and the Eighth Legion in person.

It's a little unsatisfied.

And Xiang Li could not hide the joy on his face.

For him, Jiang Cheng died, Ling Hou died, and the bet won, and the three joys were about to come.

"Come!"

"Please give me the Sky Wolf Flag!"

The two big banners of the wolf and dog have floated on the open space in front of the fort since the agreement.

"From today on, when other legions of the Tianle Army see our Tianlang Legion, they will bow their heads and express their respect..."

"What is the Sky Wolf Legion?"

A sound with banter and laziness came from a distant high altitude.

"who?"

Everyone looked up and saw who wasn't Jiang Cheng?

Behind him were Song Yan, Meng Chun, Chi Ling and more than 6,000 people from the Eighth Legion.

Seeing this scene, the three legions of five, six and seven below were all straight.

Are they still alive?

It's impossible!

At that time, the turbid demon clearly counterattacked, and Ling Hou and others died so simply.

How could the Eighth Legion remained intact?

And how could Jiang Cheng be alive?

"Are you still alive?"

Xiang Li's expression darkened.

Disappointed, he was a little annoyed that the two commanders just now were talking nonsense.

At this time, Jiang Cheng also flew down.

The January period is coming soon, and of course he will come back too.

"Yes, I can't die even if I want to die, it's so annoying."

This is actually the truth.

But when others hear it, it is full of irony.

"Hmph, it's good to come back alive!"

Meng Lin, who hated Jiang Cheng the most, smiled coldly.

"In this way, you can hand over the dog-head flag to you with your own hands!"

"I hope you, the so-called coach, won't be able to lose in the end."

A burst of laughter came from the Eighth Legion behind Jiang Cheng.

However, this brother pressed down with both hands, indicating that everyone was quiet.

"I don't even know our record, so I just announced that you won. Isn't this a little too confident?"

Meng Lin's chin raised slightly.

He said lightly: "Do I need to ask about your record?"

The commanders of the Fourth Legion behind him couldn't wait to mock him, after all, this was the picture they had been waiting for for a long time.

"By the way, do you have any record in the Eighth Legion?"

"Can you show off?"

"If it were you, I would be embarrassed to come back!"

"Awesome."

Brother Cheng clapped with a smile.

"It seems that you have gained a lot this time."

Xiang Li said lightly: "It's okay, it's barely enough."

He will do the skill of pretending to be good.

Although the Third and Fourth Legions have overdrawn this time and have performed extremely well and have achieved unprecedented results, they have to be downplayed.

Jiang Cheng was really interested.

"So how many turbid demons have you killed this time?"

Xiang Li still disdains to answer in person.

He glanced directly at the witness Yin Ping.

"You let him tell you."

Yin Ping, the general manager of the General Manager's Mansion, looked at General Manager Jiang with a wry smile. You decided this bet yourself, so you can't blame me.

"In this month, the Third and Fourth Legions killed a total of 230 first-level turbid demons."

"42 second-level turbid demons!"

"Two ends of the third-level turbid demon!"

Every time he said, the soldiers of the two legions behind him raised their heads a little higher and their chests were stretched a little more straight.

In the end, it all turned into nostrils to look at people.

They have enough reason to be proud of their achievements in a month that can only be collected in hundreds of thousands of years.

After Yin Ping finished speaking, they were waiting for the shocking reaction of other surrounding legions and the 8th legion.

However, to their surprise, the reactions of the four surrounding legions were very calm.

Is this a good record too?

The Eighth Legion looked speechless.

The three legions of Five, Six and Seven had seen the scene of dumplings falling from the sky with their own eyes.

I have long doubted life.

It is really hard to be shocked by the "ordinary record" of Xiang Li and others.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng is quite supportive.

"It's rare!"

This brother applauded again.
To be continued...