The war between man and wolf stopped, blood stained the desert red, and the ground was covered with wolf corpses. Yang Luo, Li Tao, the madman, the ghost fox, blood angel, Hongye, and six people stood there in fan shapes. Maihe Sumu Aishan and Abu stood behind the six people. Just Maihe Sumu Aishan's expression on his face was strange, surprised and shocked, and there was a little uneasiness. Yang Luo, Li Tao and the madman were better, although their strength was terrifying. But every punch, every kick, and every knife had traces to follow. Even if he was shocked, he could still bear it. But the ghost fox, blood angel and Hongye made him feel scared. He had no doubt at all. If this time he faced not a pack of wolves, but a group of soldiers holding submachine guns, he would have to pay a heavy price to keep these three women, and he could not even keep them.

The wind blew up the dust on the ground, and in the end the remaining thirty or forty wolves slowly retreated. The green eyes actually showed fear, and it was obvious that they were fear.

"Aowoo!"

The wolf king standing on the sand dune in the distance raised his head and howled. The thirty or forty wolves turned around and ran away. In just a few seconds, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only wolf corpses all over the ground.

Yang Luo exhaled and put away the dagger Tao: "How many have you killed?"

Li Tao scratched his head: "I counted it at first, but I forgot it later!"

Yang Luo laughed: "I forgot too, this time I'm going to tie." After saying that, he waved his hand, "Let's go home!"

The Blood Angel flew away the wolf corpse. Hongye blinked his big eyes and stretched out his small tongue to lick his sexy lips: "Wolf meat is delicious!"

Yang Luo rolled his eyes: "Then you go back to fight two!"

Hongye pouted and muttered behind Yang Luo, not knowing what he was saying. When they arrived at the training camp, it was almost dawn. Just like Yang Luo and the others arrived at the training camp for the first time, Ivan was standing at the door to greet them. There was not much nonsense. After eating and drinking, they all returned to their rooms and slept soundly.

I don’t know when, a noisy sound woke Yang Luo up and suddenly turned over and sat up on the bed. The sky outside had already darkened. Yang Luo got out of the bed and pushed open the door. It was almost dusk, and the desert under the setting sun was golden. Countless wrinkles from sand and stones were like solidified waves, extending to the golden horizon in the distance.

At this time, two worn trucks were parked at the gate, one by one, one of whom was tall, fat, and thin, and one of them of different ages got off the car, and there was a lot of chaos. Ivan held a baton and the people in front of him with a expressionless face.

Yang Luo lowered his head and lit a cigarette and walked over. A group of people were shouting in a mess. Even Yang Luo had to listen carefully to understand that these people were newly joined terrorists, but they were very dissatisfied with the appearance of a Russian instructor here.

Yang Luo took a sip of cigarette, walked to Ivan and smiled and said, "Ivan, these guys seem to be very unfriendly to you."

Ivan's mouth twitched and he said coldly: "They will be kind to me."

Yang Luo was about to speak when he suddenly found a person in a messy crowd. He was standing there, very abrupt, and was a little out of place with the surrounding environment.

At this time, Ivan also noticed the man, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He seemed to feel the gaze of Yang Luo and Ivan. He also raised his head, then raised his hand and seemed to be tidying up his clothes, but his fingers were secretly making a very strange gesture. Yang Luo did not, but he knew that this guy was definitely having a problem, but Ivan tilted his head and Luo looked at him.

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