Chapter 1547

"Jiang Cheng is dead?"

The third and fourth legions were also stunned.

"He's dead, doesn't that mean the Tianle army has no commander again?"

After a brief period of consternation, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers.

"Hahaha, you deserve it!"

"Who made him so arrogant? This is what he should have come to!"

"Without him, the Tianle army has returned to normal."

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

No way. Last time chengge shot at the fourth legion, the two legions now only hate and anger him. Naturally, they don't have a good impression.

"It's great news."

They had no sorrow after their comrades died in the war, but were elated one by one.

"And Linghou and others are dead!"

"The seven stubborn diseases of the Tianle army have also been eliminated."

"I found that coach Jiang did something good, at least with the seven people."

"Hahaha, that's it. We should also remember him."

"But that bet..."

"Needless to say, they are all dead. Obviously we won!"

"From now on, the Sirius flag is ours, and we are the Sirius army!"

"As for the dog headed eighth legion, it should be wiped out. It's cheap for them..."

"Tut Tut, it's a pity that their good equipment was buried together."

They were very sorry that they failed to humiliate Jiang Cheng and the eighth Corps face to face.

A little dissatisfied.

Xiang Li was also unable to hide his happy face.

For him, the death of Jiang Cheng, the death of Ling Hou and the victory of gambling are three joys.

"Someone!"

"Please the Sirius flag!"

The wolf, dog and two flags have been floating on the open space in front of the fortress since the appointed day.

"From today on, other legions of the Tianle army will bow down and show respect when they see our Sirius Legion..."

"What Sirius army?"

A voice with the meaning of banter and laziness came from the distant sky.

"Who?"

The crowd looked up, who is not Jiang Cheng?

He was followed by song Yan, Meng Chun, Chi Ling and the more than 6000 people of the eighth Legion.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the three legions below were straight.

They're still alive?

No way!

At that time, the turbid devil came back, and Ling Hou and others died so simply.

How could the eighth Legion remain intact?

And how can Jiang Cheng still be alive?

"Are you still alive?"

Xiang Li's face sank.

Disappointed, he was a little angry at the nonsense of the two commanders just now.

At this time, Jiang Cheng also flew down.

January is coming, and of course he will come back.

"Yes, I can't die if I want to. It's too annoying."

This is the truth.

But listening to others, it is full of strong irony.

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

Meng Lin, who hates Jiang city most, smiled coldly.

"So you can hand over the dog head flag to you!"

"I hope you, the so-called manager, don't end up unable to afford to lose."

A burst of laughter came from the eighth Corps behind Jiang Cheng.

But the elder brother pressed his hands down and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

"Is it too confident to directly announce that you have won without even knowing our record?"

Meng Lin's chin raised slightly.

Light way: "do I need to ask your achievements?"

The commanders of the fourth Legion behind him couldn't wait to ridicule. After all, this was the picture they had been looking forward to for a long time.

"Do you have any achievements in the eighth Legion?"

"Can you take it?"

"If I 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 faintly, "it's OK. It's barely enough to see."

Pretend to force this skill, he will.

Obviously, the third and fourth Corps overdraw and played an unprecedented record this time, but it has to be understated.

Jiang Cheng is really interested.

"Then how many turbid demons did you kill this time?"

Xiang Li disdained to answer himself.

He glanced directly at the witness Yin Ping.

"Just let him tell you."

Yin Ping, the head of the handsome mansion, looked at commander Jiang with a bitter smile. You made the bet yourself. You can't blame me.

"In this month, the third and fourth legions killed 230 first-order turbid demons."

"Second order turbid devil 42 heads!"

"Two ends of the third-order turbid devil!"

Every time he said a word, the heads of the soldiers of the two legions in the rear were held higher and their chests were pulled out more.

In the end, they all become nostrils to see people.

They have every reason to be proud of the achievements they have made in the past hundreds of thousands of years in a month.

After Yin Ping's voice fell, they were waiting for the shock response of other surrounding legions, waiting for the eighth Legion to howl.

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

Is this record worth blowing?

The eighth Legion was speechless.

At that time, the three legions of five, six and seven saw the falling of dumplings under the cloud devil.

I've long suspected of life.

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

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng supported it.

"Rare!"

The brother clapped again.

"Is this the result of your efforts?"

Xiang Li continued to force.

"Generally speaking, it barely played a part of the level of our two legions."

Jiang Cheng nodded deeply.

"Indeed, if you give full play to this ordinary record, you two legions will be a little hip."

Xiang Li narrowed his eyes. Why doesn't this sound like boasting?

Meng Lin can't wait.

"Enough!"

"At this point, are you still pretending and bluffing?"

He pointed sharply at the eighth Legion.

"Report your poor achievements quickly!"

Jiang Cheng sighed sympathetically.

"Don't make any tragic comparison. It's more than you anyway. Just announce that we win."

"Are you kidding?"

Meng Lin's saliva almost flew out.

"Do you think we are fools? Do you want to fool that bet in such a ridiculous way?"

The commanders and captains of the third and fourth legions of the rear also shouted one after another.

"Want to rely on losing?"

"I was so arrogant at first, and now I have to gamble with tears."

"Even if you didn't kill a turbid devil, you have to explain!"

"The time to witness which Legion is the real waste is coming!"

"We'll wait and see the flag ceremony of the dog head legion, hahaha..."

They did not notice the constipation on the face of the supreme Songyan standing next to the eighth Legion.

"All right, we did lose."