บท 87: War

Just when he turned around to retreat, his body suddenly froze. A hand pierced through his left chest and his heart burst out directly.

*Plop*

The body of the Northern Alliance soldier slowly fell to the ground. The cold-faced man behind him slowly withdrew his right hand. He was one of the five generals, General Dragon.

The soldiers in the trench shouted in horror and aimed their guns at the general but before they could shoot, the opponent's figure had already disappeared from their field of vision.

Then, in the terrified eyes of those soldiers. Their hearts were pierced one after another.

Long Jiang looked calm. For a warrior with peak Martial Master like him, although he could not physically resist the gun but with his keen perception and strong mobility, it was impossible for such a few people to hit him and pose a threat.