Iron Will of The Masked Warrior Chapter 111

The battlefield in northern Xinjiang was in chaos, and Jia Lai Yinghuo, who had lost all his descendants, was so crazy that he planned to kill every fish in the net instead of leaving a drop of purple gold to the enemy. Whenever he was unable to control the Xuantie camp, he would die alive. Use purple flowing gold to burn a path.

With Karma clearing the way, the two sides were able to fight to a draw, and Daliang was helpless and depressed. Just like this, you came and I went back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the third day of the entanglement.

Madam Ivy Chunhua didn't care whether it looked good or not. She took off her mink hat and held it in her hand, fanning herself constantly. Even so, hot sweat was still dripping down her temples. He glanced at the shirtless Easton Shen with envy. "Oh my God, when has it ever been so warm in February in Northern Xinjiang? General Shen, are you cool?"

Easton Shen glared at him angrily and thought, "I'm so cool!"

There was a large burn on his back. There was no time to deal with it before the battle. At this time, He Ronghui replaced him and got some time to remove his armor and put medicine on it. The blisters had already broken the skin. The blood and flesh in the spine were blurred, and it looked as if he had just been skinned and cramped.