Chapter 167
However, Doujiang's face remained expressionless, and no blood flowed from the wound.
After being stiff for a while, Doujiang slowly stood up again, but his movements were a bit stiffer and slower than before.
On the sand.
Qiao Mu lay on the ground, his body like broken porcelain, blood was leaking out from his whole body, and the blood stained the red and yellow sand.
The right arm holding the gun was broken, and the bones in his waist and abdomen were obviously deformed and twisted. He fell in a pool of blood, his eyes calmly looking at the sky.
The veterans, including Captain Hai, were shocked, but did not look back.
If even someone as strong as a tree can fight to the death, then this means that this battle has no chance of survival.
After all, is manpower exhausted?
No matter how brave a warrior is, he will eventually be unable to recover. Just like a veteran in the army in the past, he will end up with his body and soul extinguished and his blood stained in the yellow sand.
They didn't look back.
Because the battlefield is not a place to mourn the dead. If you are distracted by thinking about the dead, the next ones to die on the battlefield will be the veterans themselves.
The dead are gone, and the living will step over the corpses of the dead and continue to fight until they perish.
A dark shadow flashed beside him, and Lu Yanbei, covered in blood, rushed over.
Lu Yanbei was not a battle-hardened veteran, he was a charlatan, so he rushed over.
Glancing at Qiao Mu's injuries, his heart sank, and he lifted Qiao Mu up from the sand with his body's bones twisted and broken.
Qiao Mu opened his eyes and looked at the battlefield. He saw General Dou with a spear stuck in his chest and the old soldiers who were still fighting.
He was very calm, so calm that even Lu Yanbei, an experienced martial artist, was a little surprised.
This is not an act. Death is no deterrent to Qiao Mu. It can even be regarded as a reward accompanied by pain.
Qiao Mu looked around calmly.
He was keenly aware that since he failed to kill the bean general with his dying blow, although the soldiers had not looked back, their morale had undergone subtle changes...
The battlefield is not a battlefield for Qiao Mu alone.
But he stands at the forefront of the storm and is the sharpest blade on the battlefield, so his every move will naturally affect the morale of our soldiers.
Lu Yanbei didn't know what Qiao Mu was thinking, so he just asked in a deep voice:
"Do you have any last words?"
After hearing these words, the old man in the pool of blood seemed to have a flashback. He stretched out his remaining left hand and grabbed Lu Yanbei's wrist, looking directly at the old man.
Blood gurgled out from the wounds all over his body. He fell in a pool of blood, his eyes widened, and he struggled to open his mouth:
"tell them---------"
"The reinforcements are real...the Immortal Defeating Army is real!"
"This Great Yan remnant army is by no means fighting alone. If we hold on for a while longer, reinforcements will arrive soon..."
This weak and old voice echoed in the surrounding battlefields and spread far away along with the hot wind of the desert.
These last words seemed to have exhausted the last strength of the old man. Although he was weak, he still spread far.
The sound swept across the battlefield with the wind, past the endless forest of soldiers' steles under the lonely city, and past the dilapidated walls of the lonely city.
The storyteller's clairvoyant heart was shocked, and the veterans on the battlefield also subconsciously looked sideways.
Captain Hai turned around for the first time. He had a complicated expression on his face and mixed emotions in his heart. He clenched the sword in his hand so tightly that his finger bones and joints turned white.
He had been rejoicing before that he made a prompt decision and teamed up with the foreign martial artist Qiao Shuangsen to tell a lie, in exchange for a month of looking at the plum blossoms to quench the thirst of the isolated city, and a month of prosperity.
But now he was just confused.
Chapter 196 My dad is coming (3k
The setting sun is like blood.
Under the sun, the shadow of the tree's body half lying on the ground was stretched very long, falling on this barren sandy land.
But at this time, the shadow was slightly distorted.
A cat paw poked out from it, and then the entire cat's body emerged from the shadows.
This was a small tabby cat with messy fur. After jumping out of the shadows, it didn't run around or bark. It just lightly stepped on the sand under its feet and silently came to Qiao Mu.
It raised its nose and sniffed carefully, then stopped in front of Qiao Mu and rubbed its body lightly, which made it covered in blood.
Licking its fur with some disgust, the tabby cat sat on the sand and whimpered softly, its small body leaning against the tree.
Qiao Mu was already on his deathbed and was about to die, but when he was about to die, he vaguely felt a small furry, soft and warm thing getting into his arms.
He opened his eyes slightly for a glance, and then smiled unconsciously.
The demon cat Wu Chang followed him from Heyang Fucheng to Zhongzhou, and then to this lonely city in the desert. During this period, Qiao Mu died several times, intentionally or unintentionally leaving the demon cat aside.
This is the first time for this cat to accompany me on my deathbed.
"Is this how Qian Qian, Qian's biological father, felt before he died in the prison in Heyang Fucheng?"
The furry little thing in his arms was close to his heart, as if it was trying to deliver the last bit of heat.
However, Qiao Mu's heartbeat also gradually slowed down, and finally stopped abruptly. His pupils were dilated and lifeless.
The storyteller's clairvoyant eye also arrived at this time. He glanced at the sudden appearance of the kitten with some surprise. The horizontal eye between his eyebrows quietly opened and he carefully observed the messy-colored tabby cat.
As a Tingchaolou storyteller with supernatural powers, his clairvoyant eyes can see through illusions and find traces of the alien Dao Shun in the distance, but he did not realize when and where the cat appeared?
But...this is no longer important.
Because Qiao Mu is dead.
The clairvoyant storyteller raised his head and looked at the battlefield in front of him.
With the death of Qiao Mu, the offensive of the incredibly powerful Inhuman Bean Soldiers unknowingly eased a lot.
....
On the hillside of the wasteland in the distance.
Daoshun looked at the battlefield outside the lonely city and felt slightly relieved.
"He's finally dead. The mortals that Senior Brother Daozhen looks up to in a different light are indeed somewhat capable."
If Qiao Mu is dead, then his goal has been achieved.
As for what to do next... Daoshun was hesitant.
More than half of the fifty bean soldiers were killed or injured under Qiao Mu's life-threatening assault, and even the leader of the bean generals was also damaged.
These bean soldiers are different from the previous paper soldiers. The paper soldiers all rely on the mana of Dao Shun. Once the mana is restored, they can be constantly recreated.
These bean soldiers are a more advanced method of sowing beans into soldiers. The strength of the bean soldiers not only depends on Daoshun's magic power, but also depends on the quality of the spirit beans themselves.
As long as he has enough spirit stones, he can even create a bean soldier who is more powerful than himself.
"Should we continue fighting, or should we return to rest first? Or should we not be in a hurry and replenish the soldiers the next day to fight again?" Dao Shun hesitated.
If he fights again, he can continue to harvest the soldiers' souls, but the damage to the soldiers will be even greater, and he will feel a little pain.
For him, the life and death of this lonely city is just a question of how much spiritual stone is consumed and whether the gain outweighs the loss.
...
On the battlefield, the offensive of the remaining bean soldiers obviously stalled.
Captain Hai and others also got a precious moment to breathe, and he looked back at Qiao Mu's body in the pool of blood. Remembering his last words before his death, his mind was already filled with confusion.
"Dying for a lie? Is it worth it?" The storyteller clairvoyant whispered to himself.
When he first walked onto the city wall, he asked why the tree fought to the death. After all, sacrifice is admirable, but it also depends on whether it is meaningful, right?
This city is destined to perish. Forty years ago and forty years later, there were no reinforcements. The Immortal Defeating Army was just a lie!
And he put so much effort into fighting the alien soldiers, only to end up with blood spilled in the sand?
And now he still doesn't have a definite answer, but there is an invisible and intangible feeling of blockage in his heart.
Lieutenant Hai, who was standing on the sand dune with a knife and panting, was also at a loss. He wanted to ask the dead old man, why did the lie of the Immortal Defeating Army come to this?
Everyone is destined to die, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.
Such a foreign warrior fought to the death for the city's soldiers and people, and before he died, he even thought about the so-called lies about defeating the Immortal Army?
Those last words had a weight as real as a mountain in Captain Hai's heart.
Why is this so?
You are about to die yourself, but you are still saying that the Immortal Defeating Army is real, and you are still saying that you want me to wait for the old soldier to hold on for a while, and the reinforcements will arrive soon...
How could such last words not make Captain Hai feel heavy in his heart?
But at this moment, he suddenly realized something. He clenched the sword in his hand and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
"Does it really matter whether there is an Immortal Defeating Army or not?" The corner of his mouth suddenly raised:
"Did Mr. Qiao Shuangsen's last words before his death really mean he wanted to defeat the Immortal Army?"
What he wanted to say was obviously to boost morale and allow this exhausted remnant army to continue fighting.
The content of the last words is actually not important.
Because Captain Hai had sensed an emotion and a spirit that he wanted to convey from Qiao Shuangsen's words before his death.
That was the spirit he had felt from the veterans of the former army when he was still young forty years ago.
The building is about to collapse, the enemy is strong and we are weak, we know that we will lose but we risk our lives generously, we know that we cannot do anything but we do it!
Qiao Shuangsen was a visitor from the outside world, and so was Lu Yanbei.
There is a lonely city and a lonely army in the desert, and they have been fighting against the aliens until now.
But there is also Qiao Shuangsen in Kyushu.
This remnant of the former Great Yan army had been trapped in the desert for forty years and fought alone, but they were not alone.
Because there are other heroes running around in Kyushu, like this lonely city, they are still doing their best to resist the aliens. This is enough.
There is Lu Yanbei who entered the city and fought side by side with the old soldiers for a year, there is Hai Wuya who created the humane Kung Fu method "Sumishan King Sutra", and there is Qiao Shuangsen who spilled blood on the yellow sand for a lie.
This is a spiritual fire separated by a vast desert and separated by forty years.
"I have been isolated and helpless for forty years, and today I know that the backbone of the nine states in the outside world is still there." Captain Hai smiled happily:
"This lonely city is meant to be destroyed, and this lonely army is meant to be destroyed. But even if you die today, you can have no regrets."
He raised his sword.
The same goes for the three hundred old soldiers who were panting behind them.
These silent veterans did not slack off because the Bean Soldiers' offensive was suspended, but at this time launched a charge towards the remaining Bean Soldiers.
Just like the charging figure of Qiao Mu before, bathed in blood.
The former Captain Hai took over the torch from the veterans of the army.
Now he saw the torch in the hands of Kyushu martial artist Qiao Shuangsen.
Then, that's enough.
The Storyteller's clairvoyant eyes watched silently as Captain Hai and others charged one after another, vaguely understanding the reason for their deadly fight.
"The enemy is strong and we are weak, knowing that going all out will be useless, knowing that there is no return but risking one's death, knowing that one cannot do anything but doing it..."
"This is a mortal epic." He sighed.
....
at the same time.
On one side of the city wall, there is a deserted place under the sand dunes.
An old man opened his eyes.
His eyes became more lively, showing the accumulation of years and the vigor of youth. He was extraordinary at first glance.
But at this time, he looked even older, with wrinkles and age spots on his face.
His white hair was scattered like a waterfall, reaching his waist.