One Thousand Two Hundred and Two, the Train to Heaven

The huge stage of Ghent City has no particularly beautiful lighting and sound effects, but it is extremely real.

Tonight, since Ren Xiaosu stepped out of the Rose Avenue, the monastery standing alone at the end of the Rose Avenue was like the starting point of everything. From there, blood began to flow, and good dramas began from there.

Chen Jiu had almost witnessed the entire process of the war tonight.

From the very beginning, the situation seemed to be one-sided, and no one thought that Ren Xiaosu could win.

But in the blink of an eye, the wizard family has become a vulnerable group on this stage.

This is probably something that no one has ever imagined, and now even the owner of the Norman family has died tragically on the spot.

He witnessed with his own eyes Ren Xiaosu escaped the siege under the pursuit of tens of thousands of people, he witnessed the arrival of the garrison lizards, and he also witnessed the opponent opening a large mottled iron gate, and then everything started to change a little bit. .

The observation deck at the foot of Chen Jiu slowly descended, and he felt that he had no need to continue watching.

"Father, where are you going?" Chen Anan looked at Chen Jiu's back from the battlefield and asked, "Why don't you go save people? Was he killed?"

Chen An'an and the others couldn't see the situation of the battle. Although there were gunshots, they couldn't judge what happened at all.

They didn't know that the Sixth Field Division had arrived on the battlefield, so in their imagination, Ren Xiaosu might have been overwhelmed by the sea of ​​people at this time.

However, things were completely different from what they had imagined. Chen Jiu turned his head and said to them, "The other party doesn't need us to save me. I'm going back to the ground now to see if I can seize the last chance. You wait for me here, I'll be there soon. will be back."

More than 20 church members looked at each other, no one knew what this last chance was.

When Chen Jiu returned to the underground world, he walked through the long dark corridor and walked all the way to the depths of the ground.

The road got darker and darker, so dark that Chen Jiu could barely see the graffiti on the wall, but his heart became brighter and brighter.

It was as if they had walked through a dark tunnel for hundreds of years, and now there was finally a ray of light ahead.

That light is the exit, and this tunnel is finally coming to an end.

If there is a better option,

The church will never take everyone to hide in the obscure underground world.

The underground world looks interesting, but who knows the pain of being without light for a long time?

Without sunlight, the body will be deficient in calcium.

Therefore, there are several places in the underground world called light wells, and everyone has to bask in the sun every once in a while to ensure normal growth of their bodies.

But the light wells in the underground world are extremely limited, so not everyone can have the opportunity to bask in the sun, so there are many underground people suffering from rickets.

Chen Jiu remembered very clearly that when he took four-year-old Xiao An'an and Chen Cheng to Guangjing, Xiao An'an blocked the sunlight with her tender little hands, and only dared to let the sunlight fall on her face through the gap, happy and timid.

Underground people like to paint with minerals, and among the mineral abrasive paints that can be used for graffiti, underground people like orange-red the most. Everyone says that it is the color reflected in the depths of the pupil after the sun passes through the eyelids and capillaries.

This is everyone's desire for sunshine.

The church is the leader of the underground people, and the Chen family has always been the leader of the church.

Chen Jiu has been told since he was sensible that if he has the opportunity, he must bring the underground people back to the surface.

But this kind of thing... It's easy to be an ideal, but difficult to realize.

This dark underground world is like sinking into the never-ending night.

When he first received news from Zhang Haoyun that Ren He's descendants might appear, Chen Jiu was excited and nervous.

He was excited because his ancestors always said that the descendants of the knights would definitely come here, take over the authority of the church, and lead everyone out of the darkness.

Church leaders have comforted themselves in this way over the years.

And Chen Jiu was nervous because he learned that Ren Xiaosu came alone, alone... How to subvert the entire wizarding kingdom?

The sudden arrival of such a person will bring the already fragile church organization into the abyss?

Is the other party qualified to take over the authority of the church?

But tonight Chen Jiu understood that the other party didn't seem to have any interest in the church when he came here.

Chen Jiu watched Ren Xiaosu take away the black eye of true vision, which symbolizes power, from the hands of the Norman family. At that moment, it seemed that the power of the old wizard and aristocrat was about to vanish.

Ren Xiaosu was surrounded by friends and comrades who followed him through life and death, and behind him was the entire Northwest Army of Fortress 178.

That boy came to King's Landing in the wizarding kingdom.

At this time, Chen Jiu finally came to the deepest part of the ground, which was a huge underground cave like a palace. There were countless torches burning in the cave, and a black underground river rushes through the cave.

Countless underground people huddled here, and everyone hid here after receiving the news of the war on the surface, for fear of being affected.

When Chen Jiu appeared, everyone's eyes turned to him silently, with expectations, fears, unease, and anger against fate in their hearts.

Chen Jiu said calmly, "Stand up."

The underground people looked at each other, chattering and chatting, but the noisy voice quickly subsided.

After the first person stood up, the second, third... 10,000th all got up and looked at the church leader in front of him.

Among them were old men, women with babies, and many young men with hoes.

Chen Jiu said, "It's been over a hundred years, and I've been dormant underground for over a hundred years."

"Every year, people ask me when will I return to the surface, and I believe my father, my grandfather, will face the same problem."

"But every time someone asked, we just kept silent because we didn't have the answer at the time."

"We were born in the dark, and our hearts turn to the light."

"But the world never seems to be fair to us, and the light always exists only in the well of light."

"When I take Chen An'an to Guangjing, I will try my best to lift her up a little bit. It seems that this will bring her closer to the light."

"I'm ashamed of this, and I'm ashamed of my silence every time I faced your questions before."

The underground man's breathing began to be heavy, and the young man's hand holding the hoe gradually tightened.

Chen Jiu's eyes swept across everyone's face: "But if you ask me today when I can return to the surface, I will tell you, it is now."

He summoned a guardian with tattoos all over his face, and asked him to fetch a pot of vermilion paint.

Chen Jiu dipped the paint on his right thumb, and then smeared it between his eyebrows: "If you still have courage in your heart, follow me. If you have weapons, take a weapon. If you don't have a weapon, take a hoe, and if you don't have a hoe, take a stone. I will take you home. Take you to meet the new leader."

The torches in the ground illuminated everyone's faces, and the people in the ground followed Chen Jiu one by one and smeared vermilion on the eyebrows, and then merged into a torrent.

...

The Norman family's manor is quiet, the hostess of the manor is sitting dignifiedly in the hall of the mansion with thousands of square meters, and around her are the young people of the entire Norman family.

These young people are not yet qualified to go to the battlefield, and the reason why the hostess sits in the manor is to restrain them during this special time period.

The hostess is in her 70s, but her skin is as well maintained as that of a lady in her 40s. Her jewelry is dignified and elegant, and her bearing is graceful.

Before the war was about to start, the Knights of Light of the Norman family had already dispatched a force to be stationed throughout the manor.

At this time, the Norman Manor was so tightly guarded that not even a fly could come in.

In the hall, the young people did not seem to be nervous when the war came. Instead, most of them looked cynical. No one felt that the war could shake the foundation of the Norman family.

The Norman and Tudor families have ruled the wizarding kingdom for nearly two hundred years, during which time other families have tried to challenge their majesty, but have failed.

These young men were told from childhood that no one could ever defeat the Normans.

In this late-night hall, there are even a steady stream of servants bringing food. Freshly roasted beef and venison are placed on silver plates, and scarlet wine is shaken in crystal glasses.

Silver utensils are used, because people in the wizarding realm still believe that silver can detect all poisons, so that they can check whether someone has poisoned food.

If it weren't for this reason, I'm afraid the Norman family would have replaced all the tableware with gold.

No one came back with information, and everyone thought tonight was like the day Donnery died, a one-sided massacre of the enemy by the Normans.

In the three kitchens of the mansion, there are hundreds of chefs busy for this impromptu dinner.

The servants carry the food away like running water, and then the chef will immediately make new dishes.

A chef put down the kitchen knife in his hand and said to the assistant next to him: "Go to the cold storage to get the beef tongue."

The black-haired, black-eyed assistant nodded in agreement, and then walked towards the cold storage.

The cold storage in the wizarding country is not a refrigeration system powered by electricity, but the ice cubes in the cellar are picked up by servants every day and then stacked in the cold storage.

After entering the cold storage alone, the assistant did not go to get the beef tongue, but went straight to the place where the wine was stored, and opened a wooden box that was pressed down at the bottom.

It is very difficult to secretly transport things to the Norman manor. Today, the war started, and the Northwest intelligence staff found the opportunity when the manor was changed. When transporting the ice cubes and red wine from the ice cellar, they brought this box in together.

If it wasn't for this war, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to find such a good opportunity in another two years.

This is the secret plan that P5092 explained to the Great Fudge Organization. P5092 said that a frontal war is one thing, and a side attack is another.

Take every opportunity before the real war begins: the opportunity your opponent gives you when he makes a mistake.

The more chaotic the eve, the easier it is for the opponent to make mistakes.

When the box was opened, it was not wine, but an exquisite "full nitrogen anion salt bomb".

Northwest intelligence personnel infiltrated the wizarding country, and they brought radio stations and firearms from China. At the same time, a few people carried the most comprehensive explosives in the world in batches.

Before the catastrophe, there were actually metal hydrogen bombs that were more powerful than all-nitrogen anion salt bombs, but metal hydrogen was too difficult to develop and had disappeared into the history of the other side of the ocean.

The total nitrogen anion salt bomb is a new pride in the history of oriental gunpowder, and the research data was found by the exploration team of the 178 fortress.

The 178 Fortress is located in the northwest, which is just near the blasting test base of the all-nitrogen anion salt bomb before the cataclysm.

The decomposition temperature of all nitrogen anion salts is as high as 116.8 °C, and it has very good thermal stability.

But most importantly, it was once hailed as the "ultra-high-energy energetic material" that is the closest to a nuclear bomb after metallic hydrogen.

There was a leakage of material the size of a grain of salt in the experiment, and a laboratory was directly scrapped.

For example, five kilograms of TNT can only blow up a small bungalow, but this small and delicate all-nitrogen anion salt bomb can destroy a Norman manor...

The kitchen assistant pressed the countdown button on the detonator and left the cold storage as if nothing had happened.

He didn't take the beef tongue at all, but went straight into the dirty aisle behind the kitchen used to pour out the swill, and left the aisle without changing his face.

His expression was calm, as if the foul smell had no effect on him at all, and his will was extremely firm.

...

Down the well behind the Rose Monastery, Mego sat uneasily on a wooden box in the small secret room: "Why have you never mentioned your life to me?"

Xiao Xia whispered: "I'm sorry, but there are too many people involved in this matter, and I can't let them bear the risk for me."

"I don't mean to blame you," Xiaomei said quickly, "I mean, if you tell me, maybe I can be of some help. When I listened to your conversations when I was underground, I felt quite useless. , can't help much, and can't even understand what you are saying."

Xiaoxia took a step forward and held Xiaomei's hand: "Don't say that, how can you be useless? It's all thanks to you this time."

Xiaomei's eyes lit up: "Why do you say that?"

Xiao Xia explained: "Thanks to you for bringing the descendant of the knight to the wizarding country."

Xiaomei: "...Is that so?"

At this moment, Xiaomei felt as if she had been hit by a 10,000-knife crit, and almost cried.

"Just kidding," Xiao Xia laughed, she and Xiao Mei sat side by side on the box and said, "I knew these things when I was 12 years old, and from that day on, I couldn't be as carefree as other people my age. At that time, I envied you very much, but then I didn't envy you anymore, but wanted to protect everything beautiful for you. In fact, you were sent to the frontier to investigate what I meant, would you blame me? I just hope to be able to Before the conflict erupts, keep you away from the whirlpool of Ghent."

Not only that, even Xiao Xia signed a marriage contract with the Tudor family, and she also wanted to let Xiaomei break her thoughts.

Of course, Xiao Xia made this decision mainly to give her a chance to be closer to the Tudor family.

Xiao Xia didn't really want to marry that person in the Tudor family. Their plan was to poison them on the wedding day while Tudor feasted.

Many wizards will surely come to the wedding that day, and all the key figures of the Tudor family will surely be in attendance.

"I don't blame you," Mego shook his head: "Those two years of hardship made me understand a lot of things. I was alone looking up at the starry sky and singing to myself alone. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but later I found that loneliness makes the heart stronger.”

At this time, Mego suddenly thought that if Ren Xiaosu was still in this secret room, he would probably say to him: Just being strong in your heart is useless, and you have to become stronger.

Thinking of this, Xiaomei even thought it was a little funny. The middle-earth boy seemed to despise him from the beginning, but he has been helping himself all the time.

Xiao Xia looked at Xiaomei's silly and happy appearance and said, maybe this is because stupid people have stupid blessings.

However, Xiaomei smiled and fell silent. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly said: "I actually know that I am quite useless. If I really want to be useful, I won't let all of you protect me subconsciously, right? But whether I am useful or not, I really want to get out of this well now, instead of hiding here and be an ostrich. Ren Xiaosu is my friend, he has done a lot for me, now to help us attract attention , and even ran out alone to face thousands of troops."

Xiao Xia listened quietly, and Xiao Mei gathered up her courage and said, "He has no relatives when he came to this wizarding country alone. Since he regards me as a friend, I should treat him like a friend. I don't either. Knowing whether he is still alive now, I don't know if it's too late for me to save him now, and whether it's useful, but if I don't go, I'll regret it."

The calm Xiao Xia gradually laughed: "You have really changed a lot."

"Really," Xiaomei said a little embarrassedly: "Sometimes I also want to live like Ren Xiaosu, and I don't have to be afraid of anything. Telling the truth is like bragging in other people's ears..."

"No need to explain," Xiao Xia smiled, "Let's go."

"No, you can't go," Xiaomei shook her head: "You still have your own mission. If something happens to you, what about the people behind you?"

"It doesn't matter what mission or mission, I just want to be with you," Xiao Xia said firmly.

However, at this moment, two loud bangs broke out in Ghent.

The sound was even more explosive than the thunder in the summer night sky, as if the cataclysm had come again, destroying the sky and destroying the earth.

In an instant, like the sky began to fall, the land began to sink, the mountains and rivers entered the sea, and the meteorites fell.

The entire city of Ghent was shaking in the sound of the explosion, and even the water level of the well outside the secret room suddenly dropped.

It's just that Meg rushed out of the secret room like a madman and climbed up along the rope at the wellhead.

Xiao Xia took him to the top of the Rose Monastery, and the two of them stood on the dome, silently watching the Norman Manor and Tudor Manor blaze with monstrous fire.

The blasting slag and haze rising into the sky are like real dark clouds surging into the sky.

In the black haze, red flames are still flashing, like the real thunder behind the storm clouds.

At a certain moment, Xiao Xia was thinking, I am afraid that her ancestor Russell's shot is just like that.

The Norman Manor and the Tudor Manor are gone, and the most glorious symbol in the wizarding country has instantly become dust in history. It seems that the Norman and Tudor families have also become the past.

The fire of the explosion blew the young foundations of the Norman family and the Tudor family to dust, as if washing away their sinful history.

The foundations of the Norman family and the Tudor family were broken. No one would have thought that Fortress 178 would be so fierce.

Xiao Xia and Xiao Mei stood on the top of the dome holding hands. They watched the Tudor Knights, the Knights of Light, and the Middle-earth warriors who had appeared out of nowhere. It's like a dream!

It turned out that the other party really didn't need to save herself, Xiaomei sighed inwardly.

It turns out that this is the opponent's confidence!

...

At this moment, hundreds of assault columns of the 6th Field Division have already cleared the way forward.

They will wipe out all the enemies hiding in the streets, alleys, and rooftops. In this way, the main force behind who just rushed out of the key gate can officially launch a more intense all-out attack after a little adjustment.

P5092 sits in the rear with a dull expression, as if it is hard to arouse interest in anything new in the world other than war.

When the Norman and Tudor Manor exploded, Zhang Xiaoman was so shocked that he almost fell from the observation deck, and even the black fox was shocked.

The war horses in the knights were completely mad. They no longer cared about the knights on their backs, but ran wildly, even stepping on each other.

The neighs of the horses were mixed with the howls and roars, making them extremely powerless and helpless.

The knights stared blankly at the blazing fire, and then, caught off guard, the knights in heavy armor were kicked off their horses, and because the armor was too heavy, they couldn't even successfully navigate the crowded crowd, Get up from the horses.

The knights who are still sane want to firmly control the horse, and everyone's energy is used to show their riding skills. They know very well that if they fall off the horse in this situation, it will be over.

Everything is messed up, what does it take to go from order to disorder? All it takes is a massive explosion.

In this completely disordered and chaotic battlefield, only P5092's expression did not change at all, completely as expected.

The calm P5092 and the noisy world are like a sharp contrast between absolute disorder and absolute order.

P5092 was silent. The pulse generated by the explosion would affect the operation of the communication system. After he waited for the pulse to pass, the command returned to his own hands.

In the ears, only the sound of surging electric currents is left.

However, for the P5092, this sound is more like the tranquility after the extreme hustle and bustle.

In this short half-minute, he could finally catch his breath.

P5092's thoughts sank into his inner world all of a sudden, like a stone that fell into the sea with a thud, and then sank all the way toward the dark seabed.

There is no suffocation after drowning, only silence.

The next moment, the communication system returned to normal, and a report from the commander of the frontline assault column came from the headset: "It has broken through the C31 area, repeat, the 131 assault column has successfully broken through the C31 area, and is setting up a heavy machine gun position!"

In an instant, P5092 seemed to be scooped up from the bottom of the sea by the sound, and it took him only 0.02 seconds to become a well-known war machine again: "I overlooked one thing before, now the 131 Assault Column does not Entering the battlefield rashly, you go to find the commanding heights, cover the D19 area with firepower, and the Major General will pass there after 5 minutes, and you must open a gap for the Major Commander before that!"

One after another order was passed from the chain of command: "The 97th Assault Column controls the C21 area, and the enemy there is not a threat to the Major General."

"The 81 and 82 assault columns are stationed in place, and the main force in the rear enters the battlefield!"

"Black fox, after you lead the main force into the battlefield, be sure to cut the battlefield for me. I want the young commander to have no worries!"

As the saying goes, capture the thief first and capture the king, and now Ren Xiaosu is leading more than 20 people to carry out the beheading plan among thousands of troops, and what he wants to do with P5092 is to let Ren Xiaosu be free from obstacles!

Zhou Yingxue stood beside P5092 and controlled the vines and asked, "You said you ignored one thing? What?"

P5092 said: "Now we have uprooted all the foundations of their younger generation, and even destroyed the manor, which will make them despair, so we must prevent this Norman, Tudor family from bursting out of despair. New strength."

In war, a good commander must not only consider how to strike the enemy with precision step by step, weaken the opponent's living strength, support troops, and supply lifelines.

Also think about people.

Wizards are pampered, but they also have their own pride.

No one is sure whether the ancient and mysterious inheritance of witchcraft will explode with unimaginable power in a desperate situation.

Zhou Yingxue frowned: "What should I do?"

P5092 calmly said: "Power can still burst out of despair, that's because there is still a glimmer of hope in their hearts. As long as the young marshal's decapitation speed is fast enough, all hope will be destroyed before the power of this group of wizards bursts out."

The engineer next to him, who was in charge of debugging the equipment for P5092, thought to himself, since the P5 chief came to the Northwest, there have been more and more harsh words.

...

Ren Xiaosu calmly observed the battlefield, for some reason, the more dangerous it was, the more calm he would become.

This is the case in Jingshan, in Luocheng, in the Holy Fire Mountain, and even more so among the thousands of troops at this time.

Just now, Zhang Xiaoman gave him the direction of the Tudor Patriarch's evacuation, but before it could be confirmed, the burst of pulses from Norman Manor and Tudor Manor affected the communication system.

But the good news was that half of the knights around them who had never seen "high-energy explosives" were stunned.

In this backward country, the wizards call themselves gods, and the soldiers of the wizard family call themselves knights of the kingdom of God. However, at this moment, these disciples have encountered things that theology cannot explain to them.

"11 o'clock direction!" Ren Xiaosu roared in the battlefield: "Seize the opportunity and make a breakthrough!"

In an instant, the chariot headed by Lao Xu turned in an instant, and the place where the black knife pointed was a river of blood.

Where people turned their backs, the 22 T5 fighters on both sides were like the tracks of a chariot, ruthlessly crushing the enemy on the ground.

Among millions of people, the bullets will be shot and the grenades will be thrown, so when the battle reaches a frenzy, the T5 fighters will find that their fists and bodies are the most useful in the end.

In Tinder, T5 is known as the Chosen One.

Just like what P5092 said, not everyone is eligible to be a T5, the achievement that genetic medicine can help you achieve is determined by your genes when you are born.

So, every T5 in Tinder is a treasure, every one of them is cast according to the principles of war, and every one is a real killing machine.

When they became the track of the chariot, when they ran out of ammunition, the mad and powerful machines began to plunder the enemy's weapons.

T5 warriors snatch the opponent's saber with a force that the enemy can't resist, and then insert the enemy's long sword into the gap of the enemy's armor.

The knights of the Tudor and Norman families have the most sophisticated equipment in the wizarding kingdom. The armor is thick and tough, and it is impossible to slash with a sword.

If ordinary warriors used cold weapons to confront them, I am afraid it would take a lot of effort to kill them.

However, T5 warriors are more flexible and domineering than imagined, and their ability to control their bodies has reached a level of transcendence.

Of course, with the power of T5, a cavalry can be beaten to death directly through the armor, but these people are real war machines. When facing countless enemies, they will definitely complete the maximum damage with the least physical consumption.

No one knows who will come first between "victory" and "death" in a war, so they must stay physically strong to deal with all risks.

But seeing where the chariot passed, a T5 fighter stabbed his sword at random, and then abruptly stabbed the long sword in his hand into the opponent's neck along the gap between the opponent's helmet and the heavy armor, and nailed the opponent to the ground.

This sword is as precise as heart surgery. The thin long sword is inserted through the gap of 0.3 mm in the armor, just like a fisherman on the seaside uses a dagger to subtly insert an oyster shell.

Immediately afterwards, the T5 warrior drew the opponent's saber from the waist of the just-dead knight and continued to look for the next enemy!

When this series of actions is coherent, it is done in one go!

Occasionally there were T5 fighters looking at each other during the battle, and they all saw the frenzy in each other's eyes.

This kind of invigorating battle was something they had never experienced when they faced the Expeditionary Corps in the Pyro Troops. The fleeing memories of those prodigal dogs seemed to have vanished, like a dusty sword being polished and shining again!

However, the physical strength of the T5 fighters is not unlimited. They have followed Ren Xiaosu for nearly 40 minutes. During this period, they ensured that the rear combat troops passed through the key gate without interference, but they themselves have also begun to have a disordered breath.

Slowly, everyone's movements will not be so precise, and there will even be a miss.

However, at this moment, Ren Xiaosu and Lao Xu suddenly stopped at the front of the chariot, and at the moment when T5 was dazed, they heard Ren Xiaosu say: "Rest in place for five minutes, pay attention to breathing rate and movement of hands and feet, don't let lactic acid Build up in your muscles, don't let your heart rate drop too much!"

Then, Ren Xiaosu really stood on the spot and began to adjust his breathing. The frequency of his breathing kept a fixed rhythm at all times. The T5 soldiers had all undergone similar training, so they understood that maintaining the heart rate was to maintain an efficient body. Hormone secretion, so that everyone will not lose their combat effectiveness after repairing.

Breathing is the key to fighting.

However, there is still a trace of uncertainty in the hearts of the T5 soldiers. There are tens of thousands of enemies around them. Is it really okay to stand in the enemy's army and rest like this?

However, the T5 soldiers looked around, and none of those enemies dared to take this opportunity to approach.

These knights who had just appeased their horses to besiege Ren Xiaosu seemed to be a little flustered. They didn't know why these war machines suddenly stopped. Are they already exhausted, or are they accumulating new strength?

These knights didn't even dare to try it out!

The T5 soldiers silently looked at the back of Ren Xiaosu in front of him. The boy who stood calmly in the center of the battlefield and silently adjusted his breathing was like a god!

There is no enemy within ten steps around the boy, such as a vacuum field.

At this moment, they finally understood why Chief P5 followed such a young man to the northwest.

At this moment, they finally understood why the comrades in the sixth combat brigade revered each other so much!

Unconsciously, the eyes of the T5 fighters became more fanatical, as if they had a new belief.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoman's voice came from Ren Xiaosu's headset again: "Young Marshal, the Tudor Patriarch seems to be waking up, right in front of you, about 700 meters away!"

Ren Xiaosu turned around and smiled at the T5 soldiers: "Have you rested? Can you still fight? Let's fight with me again!"

The T5 soldier responded with a smile: "As the young marshal wishes!"

Ren Xiaosu's black knife went straight to the front: "Luo Lan, let the heroic spirits blast me out of the way with heavy machine guns!"

Luo Lan, who had been mixing with the heroic spirits in the center of the chariot, laughed out loud: "Okay, I just didn't let me take a shot, but I was suffocated!"

In the previous rush, Ren Xiaosu never let the heroic spirits take action, and always let them save the ammunition, so as not to be unable to break out after being surrounded.

But now it seems that there should be no need to break through, Ren Xiaosu intends to directly penetrate the enemy on the battlefield!

Just as the surrounding knights were vigilant and besieged, they suddenly saw that the young man and the white mask at the front of the "chariot" suddenly gave way, and those golden figures were shooting frantically one by one with crane guns.

The fire tongue of the heavy machine gun in the dark night looked extremely terrifying, and it actually pierced the knight's wall in front of them!

While talking and laughing, the turrets vanished into ashes!

...

The Tudor Patriarch slowly sat up from the carriage. He only felt dizzy, as if he had experienced a long dream.

In the dream, he was walking on a prairie, and the green grass exuded the fragrance of the soil after the rain.

He stopped and walked, and finally came to a river. At this time, a burly river god emerged from the river and stared at him: "honest man, did you drop a gold hat or a silver hat in the river?"

The Tudor Patriarch said in surprise subconsciously in the dream, "I don't have a hat."

The river God's kind face suddenly turned hideous: "Lie, you obviously have a green hat!"

Tudor Patriarch: "???"

He suddenly woke up from the dream, and before he could understand what the dream was about, he felt an abnormality in his spiritual world.

It was the imprints of blood following witchcraft constantly flashing, and each blinking imprint represented a dead blood relative son.

For a time, the Tudor Patriarch felt that the dozens of imprints were splitting, but in this fainting moment, he actually died so many sons!

Hundreds of biological ones have died, and I don’t know how many non-biological ones!

The Tudor Patriarch said angrily, "What happened?!"

The knight hurriedly said: "Patriarch, the manor has been destroyed, the Norman Patriarch is dead, we are about to lose!"

"Defeat?" Tudor Patriarch said angrily, "I will not lose!"

He tightly held the black eye of true vision in his hand, and in an instant, the blood-stained witchcraft began to erupt!

The bloodstained witchcraft of the Tudor family finally showed its original hideous face!

...

Assault Column No. 81 was preparing to receive the main force in the rear. They used the masonry of the surrounding collapsed buildings to build a thick low wall as a cover to build simple fortifications.

This kind of temporary fortification is like a small forward base in the battlefield. They have to ensure that the wounded can retreat here to breathe, and they also ensure that the main force will not be attacked when passing through here.

However, just as they were building the fortifications, the blood of a corpse beside them suddenly formed a magic circle, and the newly awakened Tudor Patriarch used blood following witchcraft as a means to detonate the corpses scattered on the battlefield one by one.

Frost and cold air gradually erupted from the blood-succulent formation, and the commander in charge of building this temporary fortification had a bad premonition upon seeing this.

The main force in the rear was approaching rapidly, and the commander had no time to leave. He yelled at the main force: "Don't get close, back off!"

The main forces of the 6th Field Division who were approaching slowly stopped, and everyone watched helplessly as the white frost spread from the ground, and then froze the comrades of the No. 81 Assault Column into ice sculptures.

The irritable frosty aura broke out in an all-round way, and some people once wanted to jump into the air to avoid the cold air, but the plummeting air was everywhere, and it was impossible to avoid it.

Hundreds of comrades were killed suddenly, and it was too late for everyone to brew their emotions and say goodbye.

And such a scene is also being staged elsewhere.

War is cruel, and it's cruel because when it creates tragedy, you don't have time to react.

At the rear of the battlefield, P5092 said calmly to Zhou Yingxue: "Concentrate your full strength to cover the assault column and preserve their strength."

Zhou Yingxue frowned and said, "I still have to cover my master."

It takes time for the vines to grow. Even the wall-climbing tiger on the No. 61 barrier took more than ten days to complete the closure of the city. Although Zhou Yingxue was stronger at this time, it was impossible to cover the entire battlefield in an instant. The process of energy is equally limited.

Therefore, if she wanted to cover Ren Xiaosu, she had better go all out to cover the area around Ren Xiaosu with vines.

However, P5092, as the commander, has his own judgment: "Don't worry about the second commander."

Zhou Yingxue's eyebrows rose immediately: "You don't care if you don't care? That's my master, your young marshal! He's going to die, and your ten lives won't be enough to pay!"

Zhou Yingxue is this kind of little woman, and at this critical moment, she doesn't care about the 178 fortress or the war, as long as her master is alive!

Therefore, she couldn't understand the emotionless war machine like P5092, how could even the young marshal give up after a war? Is this the optimal commanding method?

However, P5092 looked at Zhou Yingxue calmly: "I'm not giving up the young marshal, but I have absolute confidence in him. He won't die if all the people in Ghent die."

P5092 continued: "Don't waste your energy on the Marshal's side, cover the assault column to move on, and destroy all the blood-condensed circles."

Zhou Yingxue hesitated for two seconds and finally agreed: "Okay."

But having said that, she still left a vine on Ren Xiaosu's side and continued to spread, just in case.

...

The Tudor master closed his eyes tightly on his chariot, the purple eyes gleaming on the black stone in his hand.

This small stone seems to embody the wisdom of countless generations of wizards.

But when sorcery like Russell is gone, all it can represent is dirty power.

The person holding it can regard ordinary people as ants, and also regard themselves as gods.

Just when the Tudor Patriarch wanted to continue to detonate the blood-following circle one by one, the knights he was guarding in front of him fell one after another.

The Tudor Patriarch was forced to open his eyes, and before the heavy machine gun fire reached him, the old wizard finally formed a wall of ice in front of him.

The heavy machine gun bullets smashed the ice wall over and over again, but no matter how it hit, the ice wall grew infinitely as if it had never been broken.

"Help me down the chariot and take me out of here," the Tudor patriarch said coldly: "What is the glory of the Tudor Knights? To make the enemy so close to your gods? Go and block them! After this battle, I will use The Tudor family honor allows your fief Yinzi to become a sorcerer, and the meritorious person is hereditary!"

As soon as these words came out, the knights suddenly went crazy, everyone has the dream of becoming a wizard, not to mention this is the position of wizards that can be inherited!

You know, lucky people like Meg can't pass the Eye of True Sight to their children!

But... dead people can't become wizards!

Immediately afterwards, the Tudor Patriarch said in a cold voice, "Those who are afraid of wars are involved in three clans!"

The Tudor family has accumulated power for two hundred years, and the Tudor knights cannot travel to the future to see who will win the final victory. At this time, they must fight to the end for their own family.

On the opposite side of the battlefield, Ren Xiaosu frowned. He had just seen the figure of the Tudor Patriarch, but the sudden ice wall blocked his vision again.

After the ice wall, Tudor's chariot was extremely ostentatious. Ren Xiaosu tried to open the Gate of Shadows and slashed above the chariot with a knife, but he cut through the chariot but didn't cut anything.

Ren Xiaosu knew in his heart that the other party had already left the carriage.

The remaining elites of the Tudor Knights began to be surrounded without fear of death. This secret numb enemy made Ren Xiaosu's scalp go numb for a while.

Sure enough, reviving the old Tudor had a huge sequelae. If he killed the Norman Patriarch a little faster, he wouldn't be in such a dangerous situation.

The battlefield with Ren Xiaosu as the core continued to crush the battlefield. Ren Xiaosu frantically chased the escape of the Tudor Patriarch.

Countless ice cracks spread, trying to slow Ren Xiaosu's pace, but although the momentum was amazing, Ren Xiaosu knew very well that the other party was no longer in a state of prosperity after fainting.

Those witchcraft that detonated the blood following formation method consumes spiritual will, and this Tudor clan master is a centenarian, no matter how advanced the other party's witchcraft is, he must follow the natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death.

There are only two people in this world who don't need to follow this rule, one is Ren Xiaosu, and the other is Yan Liuyuan!

In the future, there may be another Yang Xiaojin.

When Ren Xiaosu learned that he had been sleeping for more than two hundred years, he had already made a decision. If medical conditions allowed, he would transplant his bone marrow to Yang Xiaojin.

However, now is not the time to think about it, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt like he couldn't kill all the Tudor knights surrounded by layers.

Luo Lan's heavy machine guns had run out of bullets. Even if Ren Xiaosu brought the ammunition depot, they still needed time to reload.

Ren Xiaosu heard the sound of heavy breathing coming from the big flicker on his right, and the T5 warriors behind him... were gradually exhausted.

Do you want to give up? Ren Xiaosu frowned. He tried to use the Gate of Shadows to throw grenades in multiple directions.

"Zhang Xiaoman, can you find the position of the Tudor Patriarch?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

Zhang Xiaoman's anxious voice sounded in the headset: "I can't find him, young marshal, he seems to have suddenly disappeared from the crowd."

It's not that he really disappeared, but that the other party no longer has anyone to help him, and he no longer sits on his own chariot, which makes Zhang Xiaoman lose the "basis" to find the other party's trace.

This battlefield is full of almost identical knights, and even the war horses look similar. Unless Wang Yun is here, no one will be able to find the Tudor Patriarch from the crowd!

The battlefield was constantly shifting to the north. Although the main troops from the south arrived on the battlefield, the remnants of the Norman Knights over there resisted most of the pressure, which allowed the Tudor Knights to besiege Ren Xiaosu without any pressure.

"Give it up, Commander," P5092 said, "Even if we can't find him, we will definitely win this war."

Ren Xiaosu's face gradually became solemn, and the fact that the Tudor Patriarch could not be found meant that more people from the Sixth Field Division would die in foreign countries.

However, at this moment, Zhang Xiaoman suddenly shouted: "Young Commander! Young Commander! A group of strange people suddenly appeared in the north of the battlefield!"

"Strange?" Ren Xiaosu wondered.

"Yes, all of them are very ragged, they look like evil ghosts that just crawled out of the ground, their faces are very pale, and some people are hunched over, I don't know what's going on," Zhang Xiaoman described.

At this moment, dozens of manhole covers were suddenly lifted from the ground, and a short handle stuck out from the inside to cut off the horse's legs. Those horses were suddenly attacked, and their legs could no longer support the weight of their bodies. face down.

Countless Tudor knights fell off their horses, and there were countless underground guardians with black tattoos and cinnabar marks on their eyebrows, who were not afraid of death to fight with the Tudor knights.

If they can't fight one-on-one, then they will drag those knights into the sewers, where there are more underground people waiting. Once a knight falls into the sewers, they will be attacked by four or five people at the same time.

These people do not have any rules, and they support themselves purely with hatred and anger. Behind the boundless hatred and anger, there is a glimmer of hope that belongs to the light is gradually blooming.

If the world is willing to give these lingering people a chance to see the scenery on the surface, they are willing to use their last courage to exchange their lives.

This is the last courage.

In the north, Chen Jiu recited a spell with the golden eye of true vision, and he pressed his palm to the ground with all his might.

I saw that the blue bricks on the ground were surging towards the knights like waves, and all the knights who were affected by the waves of the bricks and stones were all thrown into the sky by a huge force!

In order to hide his identity, Chen Jiu rarely took action, so many people almost forgot that some elders once said that he was a genius of witchcraft that was rarely seen in the church in a hundred years.

Ren Xiaosu watched all this silently, and then suddenly laughed. He looked back at Da Huyou, Luo Lan, and the T5 soldiers: "Are you ready?"

Before everyone could respond, Wang Yun's voice came from his headset: "Young Commander, I'm back."

Ren Xiaosu's eyes lit up, he looked back, but he didn't know when Zhang Xiaoman on the observation platform had been replaced by Wang Yun, while Zhang Xiaoman continued to organize the main force to attack.

"You must have been quite tired just chasing down Wang Wenyan, why don't you take a break," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile.

Wang Yun smiled and said, "I have to find out the person you want to kill, young commander!"

While speaking, Wang Yun glanced over the battlefield countless times with the binoculars in hand, but Ren Xiaosu did not urge him, because Wang Yun had never let him down!

"Young commander, 300 meters away from you at 10 o'clock, the rest is up to you!" Wang Yun shouted.

Ren Xiaosu excitedly looked at the T5 soldiers and shouted, "Help me!"

The T5 soldiers used their arms to build a bridge, Ren Xiaosu stepped on it: "Get up!"

In an instant, all the T5 warriors threw Ren Xiaosu into the sky at the same time.

Ren Xiaosu felt an unprecedented peace in his heart.

When he followed the T5 soldiers' throwing force and flew into the sky, countless eyes converged on him.

After a hard night of fighting, at this moment, a touch of white in the distant sky suddenly shot out from behind the clouds, like a spotlight.

On this huge stage, he was the protagonist from the very beginning.

However, none of these matters to Ren Xiaosu.

He just needs... be quiet!

Just like Yang Xiaojin has reminded him countless times, when your body needs to follow its own will and move forward bravely, you only need a key to turn on this machine... Breathe!

On the ground, the Tudor Patriarch, who was disguised as a Chengdu Duo Knight to change his position, subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky, but just happened to see the young man staring at him with a sneer.

At the last moment of dawn, a steam train suddenly rumbled out in the sky, like a train from heaven.

But Ren Xiaosu didn't want to use it as a weapon, but to use it to borrow power in the air!

"Destroy the city!"

But seeing Ren Xiaosu stepping on the front of the steam train, he flew towards the Tudor family like a precision-guided missile, while the steam train lost the support of the rails and fell straight to the ground.

There was no time to recite the spell or beg for mercy, and the Tudor patriarch could only watch the boy who fell from the sky.

The eyes of the boy who leaped through space were scarlet, the black knife was like the thunder of judgment, and there was light behind him.

From today onwards, after one slash, the glory of the wizarding kingdom has completely collapsed.

Blood splattered!

The head of the Tudor family fell to the ground together with the steel helmet. With a clang, the helmet made of steel fell to a farther place. A frightened horse raised its feet high, and then stepped heavily towards the head. down.

Its daybreak.

A touch of golden sunlight came in from the east layer by layer, like a tide.

The Tudor knights were stunned, while the underground people faced the sunlight that had just touched their faces, as if they were born.

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The 13,000-word chapter, the recent update is indeed unstable, I just hope that the quality of the intensive editing can satisfy everyone.

The only thing is that I made a miscalculation. The volume of Daxing Northwest will probably be finished tomorrow. I am really exhausted today...

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