He quickly stood up and saw a group of people walking towards the back mountain.

Peng Gang's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

It seems that the last moment has arrived!

He stretched out his hand to stop Zhou Zishan behind him and shouted: "Brothers, prepare to fight."

But Zhou Zishan looked at a man in a black cloak coming down the mountain from behind, with a happy smile on her face. She said excitedly: "Peng Gang, don't be nervous, I feel that we have been saved."

After saying that, she ignored Peng Gang who looked surprised, ran up to the man in the black cloak, and even choked out: "Chen Yang."

After saying that, he threw himself into the arms of the man in the black cloak and cried with joy.

The man in the black cloak hugged Zhou Zishan and said in a hoarse voice: "Zishan, I came late and made you suffer, but from now on, leave everything to me."

Zhou Zishan nodded desperately, her tears already wet the visitor's clothes.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Peng Gang was suddenly stunned.

What's going on?

At this time, the man in the black cloak lifted his cloak, revealing a handsome face.

"Chen Yang." Peng Gang's eyes instantly lit up when he saw who was coming: "Why are you here so quickly?"

Chen Yang looked at Peng Gang and said gratefully: "Peng Gang, you take care of Zhou Zishan for me, thank you!"

Peng Gang curled his lips and didn't bother to speak: "Take care of it for you? Tsk, I'm taking care of it for myself, okay?"

Chen Yang: "..."

Peng Gang looked at the dozens of people behind Chen Yang, and his face suddenly fell, "Chen Yang, no wonder you came here so quickly, you brought so many people with you! Do you know that the enemy army has nearly two thousand

Thousands of people, how many people can you bring here to use the yarn?"

Chen Yang smiled calmly and said, "It's enough for me to bring these people here!"

After saying that, he looked at Zhou Zishan, feeling distressed and said: "Look how frozen it is. Come on, follow the old patriarch Moore back to the village to warm up."

"Chief Moore." When Zhou Zishan heard this, her eyes suddenly widened.

She knew about the existence of the Moss tribe, and even more about their importance. Therefore, before the war, she personally went to meet Moore with tens of thousands of Moss tribesmen and asked her to help her and guard the Eastern Region, but she was directly rejected by Moore.

Because he promised the coalition not to participate in the battle between the two sides, he was able to avoid making any mistakes during the battle between the two sides. If he took the wrong position, it would very likely bring disaster to the tribe.

Zhou Zishan never expected that Moore would bring his tribe members to help her.

When Zhou Zishan was confused, Moore came over, looked at Zhou Zishan, and said guiltily: "Zhou War God, I really don't know, you are Lord Pojun's wife, otherwise we will help you even if we risk our lives."

Zhou Zishan looked at Chen Yang, her eyes suddenly widened.

Chen Yang smiled and explained, and then Zhou Zishan understood the reason.

Peng Gang, who was next to him, looked at Chen Yang and cursed angrily: "Chen Yang, you bastard, you know that Moore and the others are here, and you also know the predicament that Zishan is encountering, so you can't call Moore and let him go first.

Come to help Zi Shan, do you have to let Zi Shan suffer such a heavy punishment?"

Chen Yang looked at Peng Gang, shook his head and said: "Peng Gang, let me ask you, even if Moore joins the war, can their more than 10,000 tribesmen withstand the trampling of 20 million enemy troops?"

Peng Gang was stunned for a moment, then glared at Chen Yang, squeezing his neck and shouted: "Then you are here now and let the Moss people join the battle. Does it make any difference?"

Chen Yang smiled confidently and said: "Of course, when I come, the Moss tribe will be safe and sound when they join the war. If you don't believe me, just watch!"

Peng Gang: "..."


Chapter completed!