The jaguar warriors of Mexico City displayed courage that moved the heart. Noncombatants who had originally been forbidden from entering the city—women and children—were now receiving their own weapons in the temple square.
The remaining thirty thousand Ocelotls, fully armed under the leadership of their warrior commanders and their last remaining god, fearlessly prepared to charge toward doomsday.
But unlike before, when they had fought to harvest the Dinos' blood and hearts, this was to protect their... Ning Ning pondered for a moment. Perhaps she would find such an act disgusting, but if it were Puyang, she would not resist too much. She had already done it with him several times. If he survived, he definitely would not be able to win Sister Xin back. No, it should be said that it would be better for Sister Xin that way. She should be able to accept it as repaying him on Sister Xin's behalf, right?
"How is Hilda doing?" Lux sat wearily in her chair. She still did not like politics.
If he died helping Puyang, then given Puyang's character, he would surely raise his son well, including providing resources such as Yinquan and crystals. That way, even if he died, he could continue on through his son.
In an instant, this headshot maniac, with all three skills activated, began wildly flailing his hands. From afar, it looked as though the master marksman had dozens of hands and dozens of revolvers, all firing indiscriminately in every direction.
After days of continuous fighting, the soldiers had finally taken Texas City with great difficulty. The logistics troops cleared away the wounded and buried the fallen, while most of the combat soldiers rested where they were. There was no time to celebrate their victory; they were exhausted to the limit.
Jiang Dingjun looked