I can upgrade in the last days

Chapter 83
On the entire battlefield, only Song Yan and the middle-aged man were left.

But Song Yan could feel a sudden admiration in his heart. Although he couldn't figure out where it came from, it wasn't very important now.

"kill!"

With a loud roar, 'Song Yan' raised the long knife in his hand and slashed at the middle-aged man.

Scarface didn't hesitate and struck forward with his sword.

But at this time, Song Yan saw a hint of pride in Scarface's eyes, and he secretly thought something was wrong.

At that time, he had no chance to react. After all, he was just an observer, and everything in his memory belonged to Heluma.

Heluma was assassinated without accident and was stabbed.

Scarface smiled arrogantly, but Hruma stopped. He was in a very calm state at this time.

As if he had stopped thinking about everything in the world, he and his sword were the only existences in the world.

Khruma held the long knife in his hand and rushed over quickly with his powerful horse at his feet.

This knife is crooked!
Song Yan shook his head, that's it?Do I need to learn this broken knife technique?
The knife was cut crookedly, and it couldn't hurt the scarred face at all.

Seeing this, Scarface smiled even more heartily, almost falling off the horse.

Unexpectedly, a hint of success flashed in Heruma's eyes.

The two horses staggered, and Scarface swung a knife casually, slashing Heluma's waist, and a large amount of blood gushed out from a huge wound.

At this time, Song Yan was surprised to find that Heluma's knife had disappeared.

His knife is not in his hand?
Clang!

The sound of a knife falling to the ground sounded, and Song Yan saw the most shocking scene.

This dropped knife belongs to Scarface.

And Heluma's knife was inserted obliquely on the ground, and beside the knife was Scarface's head.

The latter's expression seemed to be fixed in wanton laughter.

Song Yan's eyes widened, a little dumbfounded, how did this knife come out?

Similarly, Heluma is also thinking about this problem.

This time the war was a complete victory, and Heluma was named the Grand Marshal, but the knife did not change at all, it was still in his hand.

One day, he was sitting in his yard, holding the long knife, and rehearsing this knife technique in the yard.

At this moment, it was repeated ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, or even tens of thousands of times.

His hands rubbed blood blisters, but his eyes became more and more confused, and he couldn't grasp the point more and more.

Finally, I don't know how many times, a sense of unity emerged again, and the knife in his hand seemed to have a soul, and he shot out quickly!

Ding!
The knife was carved on the ground in the courtyard, and a smile appeared on Heluma's face.

From now on, this knife will play a powerful role in every war!
This feeling was also deeply imprinted in Song Yan's mind.

"Commander Song? Commander Song, how are you doing?"

"Team Song, Team Song!"

"Brother Song Yan!"

After shouting one after another, Song Yan finally woke up from his memory.

He opened his eyes and cursed in his heart: Did the people of this bastard Oruto civilization live so long at that time?

From what he observed, this Khruma lived at least two hundred years old and was poisoned to death on the battlefield.

According to estimates, this person can live for at least 500 years.

Hundreds of years of life, is it true or not?
Song Yan has no way to think about it, but the most obvious thing is that that sword technique has been firmly engraved in his heart.

"I'm fine, what should I do?"

Song Yan's face was calm, but he was still thinking about the memory just now.

"Brother Song Yan, Brother Haoyu just came here and said that Dong Liang is here and has something important to discuss."

Little Tong Xin squeezed Song Yan's big hand worriedly, and felt relieved after feeling the heat radiating from it.

"Dong Liang?"

Song Yan quickly stood up, took Xiao Tong Xin's hand, and walked towards the Land Rover.

The latter was held by Song Yan's small hand, a little cramped, this kind of thing is rare, but in Xiao Tong Xin's heart, Song Yan is definitely an idol.

One person killed a bunch of zombies, one person built a base, one person
But at this moment, Xiao Tong Xin could only feel the heat between Song Yankuan's broad palms, and a trace of inexplicable emotion arose in his heart.

She thought secretly in her heart: How great would it be if you could hold her hand all the time?
click!
"Get in the car, we should go."

The door of the Land Rover was opened, and Song Yan let go of his hand.

For a moment, the warm heat disappeared, and Xiao Tong Xin glanced at Song Yan with a resentful look. This person still had some shortcomings.

In the office, Guo Haoyu put two cups of coffee on the table.

He chuckled: "Don't worry, the boss is at the base today. He hasn't gone far. You can see him after lunch."

Dong Liang nodded. It was almost noon at this time, and he could even smell the aroma of food from the canteen next door.

This taste is really rare.

Dong Liang himself only had mineral water and compressed biscuits at the Xishan City base. Where could he get such a hot meal?
"What's for lunch today?"

He didn't hold back, and asked the question anyway.

After all, the smell outside is really fragrant!
Dong Liang could even feel his taste buds constantly salivating. The faint fragrance mixed with the pure rice fragrance definitely felt like lunch.

He almost forgot when he had lunch.

"Today? Today is Wednesday. You are lucky, Commander Dong. Today is chicken stewed with mushrooms and white rice."

"Oh, chicken stewed with mushrooms?"

At this moment, Song Yan walked in with little Tong Xin.

"Commander Song!"

"Boss, you're here. If you have anything to say, please tell me first. I'm going to eat."

When Guo Haoyu saw Song Yan enter the door, the expression on his face seemed to say: finally liberated.

After he looked at Song Yan and nodded helplessly, he ran out of the entire office in the blink of an eye.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that a 1.9-meter-[-]-meter strong man couldn't even squeeze through the office door a few days ago?

Song Yan moved two chairs and sat down, and said to Dong Liang:

"Tell me, what is it?"

Song Yan was not at all surprised that Dong Liang could find him, but it was quite a novelty to say that it was his own fault.

After all, the entire Wutong base has been established for such a long time, and no major incidents have occurred.

On the contrary, Xishan City, which is stronger, has a higher probability of something happening.

"It's the way it is."

Dong Liang was at a loss at this time, and had no other way, so he found Song Yan.

After all, according to the latter's strength, it is not difficult to solve this problem.

He glanced at the latter cautiously, but Song Yan was deep in thought.

He couldn't figure out what Song Yan was thinking, so he could only wait for the latter to speak at this time.

Song Yan touched the beard growing on his chin, without any fluctuation in his eyes, he said very flatly:
"eat first."

(End of this chapter)