There was a special hunter in ancient China, who were called the Aoying Man. For more exciting novels, please visit the special ones of the Aoying Man because they would come to the eagle and use all kinds of things that seemed to make them surrender and become a tool for hunting themselves.

This is a process of destruction, allowing an arrogant and free soul to surrender after a futile struggle, and finally surrender due to grief, anger, hunger, fatigue, and fear.

A newly grown eagle has a sharp and curved mouth, wearing iron-gray feathers, and its toes with a hook are vigorous and powerful, but its legs are tied toes with an iron chain.

When the eagle reaches an adult eagle, a rope net will be placed around the eagle, and tender lamb and water will be placed outside the rope net.

The goshawk looked at it disdainfully. It showed a violent and wild temperament. The two fierce eagles kept scratching, shaking the iron chains, and let out a wave of sad and desolate roars. Facing the sneered eagle, the eagle angrily hit him again and again, but was pulled back by the iron chains and fell heavily to the ground. It hit in vain, and the eagle's physical strength was consumed bit by bit.

The eagle's eyes were bloody and glared at the malicious hunter. The hunter's eyes were also bloody and confronted the eagle.

When the eagle is hungry, the eagle will diligently hold the lamb in front of it. The eagle fiercely spreads its wings like a door to rush towards the hunter. The hunter hurriedly dodges, but was still swept by the strong wind bulging from the eagle.

The eagle ignored the tender lamb and pecked at the iron chains that bound it with its beak until the eagle's beak was dripping blood and dripped little by little.

Day after day of suffering and confrontation, day after day of unwillingness and resistance, the eagle's mouth was covered with black and hard blood scabs, and blood even blocked its nostrils; the anger gathered in its eyes disappeared, and its weak body seemed to be unable to drag the heavy chains anymore, and its eyes, which were covered with golden luster, were half-closed from time to time, as if they would fall asleep at any time.

The eagle man used a stick to tease the eagle that could not sleep peacefully all day and night. He watched it lose its anger and listened to it lose its deterrence. With the added sadness and helplessness, his physical strength and will are on the verge of collapse.

When night fell again, waves of wild beasts screamed around. The eagle tightened its feathers and shook its body toward the fire. It felt its loneliness and helplessness, and there was a clear tremor on its body, and a hint of begging for mercy flashed in its hawk's eyes.

The eagle man walked in and carried the eagle into his arms and stroked the eagle's head. The eagle no longer struggled and pecked, allowing the hunter's fingers to slide down from the top of his head, and stroked his broad back along his slender neck.

It began to stretch its body tamely, and a gentle and obedient light appeared in its eyes. At this time, the hunter then held the tender lamb to his palm, and the eagle quickly stumbled into his mouth piece by piece.

A falcon was built, and a proud and free soul disappeared from then on...

The real eagle will always fly freely, and the subdued falcon is just a falcon, which is very different from the eagle.

The brutal Marcus is a soaring eagle. Zhukov tried repeatedly to make him a falcon, but unfortunately it could not be achieved. Will the world's fighting king surrender? No, it will definitely not surrender!

They were just a deal because Zhukov did not have the ability to conquer Marcus. He was old and could no longer stand the eagle.

Within Kangba, Xiao Yuanchao sat cross-legged in front of Li Xian and stared at the other party's eyes.

Li Xian also sat cross-legged, facing Xiao Yuanchao.

This is at the top of the temple of Kangba. The temple that Kangba is in the outside world is actually the four-story octagonal building. After experiencing the weather and vicissitudes, the ancient wooden octagonal building still stands there.

"This is not a temple, nor is it sacred. It's just a place where people can calm down." Li Xian smiled and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "Every newcomer will be quiet here. Some people need to be quiet on the first floor, while others need to be quiet on the second floor. The floors are different, and the effect is the same. But the people outside said that this is a temple, and that this is the tower of the strong, haha."

Xiao Yuanchao listened quietly and felt the tranquility here.

"Thank you for helping Kangba. You know, and I know too that this may be the price of life. But I can't promise you anything, this will be what Kangba owes you." Li Xian said.

"It's not what I owe me, but what I owe my motherland." Xiao Yuanchao said to Li Xian: "Remember, my identity is a professional Chinese soldier. I am here to help you Kangba on behalf of China, so what you owe is China!"

"Is there any difference?" Li Xian smiled bitterly.

There is no difference between whom he owes him, in short, they owe it. It is his incompetence to be able to lead Kangba to this point, but no matter how incompetent he can, he cannot let Kangba disappear.

"There are differences, there are big differences." Xiao Yuanchao smiled slightly and said, "I hope my motherland is better, so Kangba owes me much better than he owes me."

This is the biggest difference. Only after going deep into Kangba, Xiao Yuanchao understood how terrifying Kangba's strength was; only after integrating into Kangba, he realized why the T-A troops had to cooperate with Kangba.

Perhaps Kangba is just a small hidden mountain village, but its hidden power is really terrifying. It can be said that as long as Kangba talks to any country, someone will be willing to settle the threat from Zhukov training camp for them.

Because Kangba has extremely powerful hematopoietic functions, they can cultivate the best plateau warriors, train extremely powerful professional soldiers, and teach the best bodyguards for anyone in the world.

But Kangba refused to open his mouth. They did not want to have any form of cooperation with any country or organization. That was not Kangba's purpose, they were pursuing another realm.

"This is a bet. Twenty years ago, my father was critically hit by Zhukov's cruelty. At that time, I was young and energetic. On behalf of Kangba, I made a fight to Zhukov twenty years later, and used fighting to avenge and wash away the shame. If twenty years have passed, we will still...hehe..."

"Is this spirit? Faith?" Xiao Yuanchao asked.

"This is inheritance." Li Xian said.

"No, this is pedantic!" Xiao Yuanchao stared at Li Xian and said, "The consequence of pedanticism is to continue to be humiliated!"

Li Xian slowly stood up, with a painful expression in his eyes. He slowly walked to the door and whispered to Xiao Yuanchao: "No matter what, we owe you the country. Just be quiet here, everything will be decided in three days."

After saying that, Li Xian walked out of the octagonal tower.

"Give me a lot of wine, I don't need to be quiet!" Xiao Yuanchao shouted loudly.

Three days, only three days.

Xiao Yuanchao took three days to master the mystery of the critical strike, and at this point, no one could inspire him.
Chapter completed!