No one can describe the expressions on the faces of the few remaining Kangba warriors. It was a complex feeling of being extremely ashamed and wishing to commit suicide, but they could not commit suicide. They had to take care of these women, children, young and old, and had to take them forward. But even they themselves did not know where to go. Because their home is Kangba, after leaving home, they had no idea where to go.

No one led them, no one guided them. The temple guardian, King Mosinggana, is also one of the remaining ones. He is quite familiar with Xiao Yuanchao. He gritted his teeth and went forward to chat for a while, but finally returned to Kangba's team helplessly. Because Xiao Yuanchao refused to find a place for them to settle down for a while, this kind of refusal was right.

Kangba dared to start a war against the old ghost group. No matter if he was bewitched or there were other reasons, Xiao Yuanchao would not help them. He had done a simple task, so he would give Li Linglong an explanation. As for the others, let such an arrogant and arrogant group choose their own future. They do not need help from others at all.

The soldiers were in front, and Kangba’s refugee team was in the back. The two were clearly separated, like strangers - yes, they were strangers at all.

A child quickly ran towards the army of soldiers and chased Xiao Yuanchao's stretcher. He took out the thing given to him by the old warrior from his crotch and wanted to give it to Xiao Yuanchao. Unfortunately, before he could run to Xiao Yuanchao, he was stopped by Xiao Zhan.

"Child, what are you holding in your hand? Give it to me!" Xiao Zhan stared at the child who was about the same age as him, put his hands on his hips, and looked fierce.

"It's not for you, it's for the red soldiers." The child said.

"If you ask me, give it to me, what are you talking about?" Xiao Zhan said overbearingly: "You dare to hit my master, and you dare to hit my father's boss. I'll let the soldiers execute you all!"

The child stopped, covered the things in his hand on his chest, and protected them tightly. This was what the old warrior asked him to Xiao Yuanchao, so he had to hand it over to the other party with his own hands.

"Little a!" Xiao Zhan shouted.

Hearing the sound, Xiao A immediately turned around and walked towards Xiao Zhan with a cold face.

"This kid is disobedient, teach me a good lesson." Xiao Zhan stared at the eyes and scared the other party: "If you are still disobedient, you will be executed!"

Kid... In fact, this kid is at least five or six years old, and he is no longer a four and a half year old like Xiao Zhan.

Xiao A stared at Kangba's child in front of him coldly, and used his eyes to make the other party feel fear. He did not take action because he knew that this was just Xiao Zhan's child mentality. Compared with A, Xiao A was more independent and thoughtful, all of which were taught by Xiao Yuanchao little by little. It was influenced by Xiao Yuanchao. Of course, he had to obey orders and absolutely obey, but this situation could not meet the demand for execution at all, and it was Xiao Zhan's intimidation.

Facing Xiao A and facing the arrogant Xiao Zhan, Kangba's child bit his lips tightly, his eyes full of indomitableness.

Suddenly, Xiao Zhan rushed towards the other party. He knocked the other party to the ground with his head and snatched the things that Kangba's children protected. His attack was very sudden and sensitive. In fact, his sudden attack had been superbly trained. In school, sudden attacks were definitely his best weapon to win the fight!

"What did I do at that time? It turned out to be a lump!" Xiao Zhan raised a sign in his hand, looking unhappy.

This is a dark brand. It is heavy and cold, with dense small characters carved on it. The center of the boy surrounds is a traditional Chinese character "Saint". Apart from that, there is nothing surprising. Xiao Zhan thinks it is actually wrong to be a piece of iron lump. This brand is not made of steel at all, but a wooden brand.

This is a brand made of iron birch wood. Its hardness is even greater than that of steel. Bullets hit this kind of wood, just like hitting on thick steel plates, cannot penetrate it. It is the hardest wood in the world.

"Holy card?" The King of Mosinggana made an extremely shocked voice when he saw Xiao Zhan holding up the sign: "Is this the holy card in our legendary Kangba?!"

"What holy card?" Du Baobao turned around with a puzzled look on his face and asked, his eyes falling on the sign in Xiao Zhan's hand.

"Does there be small flies on it? Does it record many incidents in Kangba and every village chief?" The King of Mosinggana said anxiously: "And Kangba's motto?"

Du Bao glanced at the sign in Xiao Zhan's hand and tried hard to distinguish the fly-headed small calligraphy on it and said: "The beginning of the nameless world, the mother of all things?"

"Holy Card!"

The King of Mosinggana made an extremely affirmative voice and immediately knelt down to Xiao Zhan. As he knelt down, all the refugees and remaining warriors of Kangba knelt down to Xiao Zhan. But what they knelt down was not Xiao Zhan, but the wooden sign in Xiao Zhan's hand.

The child immediately knelt down, piously pressed his head tightly to the ground, and opened his hands to both sides of his head.

At the same time, an obscure sound like chanting scriptures came from the mouths of all Kangba people, and it sounded like a piece of it. However, in this obscure sound that people could hear two words: piety.

That's right, piety is the pious worship of a concept with the whole mind. This is faith, faith, and the greatest spiritual power.

Seeing everyone kneeling to him, Xiao Zhan was stunned. But he was the head of the soldiers after all, and he could suppress such a scene.

"All up!" Xiao Zhan said in a big way: "The Head of State for forgiveness for your guilt, and I will not execute you."

Hearing Xiao Zhan's words, all the Kangba people made gratitude and thanks voices and slowly got up from the ground. When they got up, their eyes looking at Xiao Zhan were filled with heat and hope, and even a strong worship. Like soldiers, they did not look down on Xiao Zhan just because he was just a little kid, but expressed their awe in the same way as worshiping gods.

"What's going on?" Xiao Yuanchao frowned and stared at Xiao Zhan and angrily scolded: "Take the sign in your hand, hurry up!"

The sudden scene was caused entirely by the sign in Xiao Zhan's hand. Xiao Yuanchao immediately realized that this was a hot potato. Holding this would lead to the refugees of Kangba.

Xiao Zhan was stunned for a while, raised his hand and threw the wooden sign towards the cliff.

The black wooden sign drew an arc and fell into the bottomless abyss, disappearing without a trace.

But after the wooden sign was thrown away, Kangba's people still looked at Xiao Zhan with the same look as before, without any wavering because the wooden sign was thrown away.

"Leader!" The King of Mosinggana made a pious voice.

"leader!"

"leader!"

“…”

The scorching roars rang one after another, mixed with the deep excitement of the Kangba people.
Chapter completed!