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Chapter 200 Willing to Be Liang Xuesong (4000-word chapter)
The wounds on the young man's body were like blooming flowers, and blood seeped out of the lush scars constantly.

He looked at Zhou Kaixuan, his stern eyes looked a little scary, Zhou Kaixuan raised his head abruptly, the viciousness in his eyes was about to seep out, he said dully: "It's just that the wind and sand just got a little bigger."

Seeing that Zhou Kaixuan's mood had returned to "normal", the young man reluctantly nodded, turned around and walked towards the ruins of the city.

Su Yang stared at the young man closely, and asked in a low voice, "Who is he?"

"The disciple of the Shanhe clan, Shi Qingtian."

"Shi Qingtian." Su Yang read out the name. Su Yang was also surprised that such a monster existed among the young monks.

Although I don't know the difference between the wielders of this era and the later generations, but with the fighting power he just showed, even if the school girl liberates the Ba Snake Sword, she will suffer a disastrous defeat.

It's not that Su Yang has no confidence in the strength of the junior girl, but that compared with the monks born in the war years, the monks of the later era still lack some determination to go forward and die.

At least Su Yang knew that, in the situation of the junior girl, even if she shared the pressure with herself, she would fall into a state of spiritual pollution within ten minutes after releasing the Ba Snake Sword.

But the man just now was obviously using a demon weapon, but he hardly saw any signs of his soul being polluted. One thing to say, this kind of person is terrifying.

"Has he always fought like this?" After all, he is not from the same world, and Su Yang will sympathize with the trauma suffered by this team, but not sad.

It may be because in such an extreme battlefield, the affected people did not even leave their corpses, and the mental shock to him was far less shocking than the corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains in the dream.

"Brother Shi has always fought like this. He is the strongest and most upright monk I have ever seen."

Seeing that Su Yang noticed Shi Qingtian, Zhou Kaixuan calmed down a little and said, "At the beginning, there were really not many practitioner brothers who fought against the monster race with us, but since Brother Shi went down the mountain and saw the people in Sichuan and Chongqing were devastated. I am grateful to him for joining us."

Su Yang nodded. Although he didn't want to make sarcastic remarks, he felt that Zhou Kaixuan's army should really thank monks like Shi Qingtian.

In fact, although the power of missiles in Huanyu during this period is far inferior to that of later generations, as long as the number of missiles increases, except for a small number of people under the big monster who are immune to physical damage, they will die or die after a head-on collision.

But the most troublesome problem for the army in this period is that the monsters will not give them time to prepare. They will choose to swarm up, as if they don't care about life, first crush the defense line set up by the army, and then they will want to eat their flesh and drink their blood The formation of the army was disrupted.

Su Yang glanced at the scene inside the city wall, and could vaguely feel that there were more than sixty big men placed in the city, and the soldiers who were being left behind should be covered with moisture-proof cloth.

And Shi Qingtian, whom he was very curious about, rested near the batch of missiles.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help sighing: It is indeed much more difficult for Huanyu in this era to kill monsters than in later generations.

If I remember correctly, the destructive power of Huanyu's missiles in this period is actually one-third of that of ordinary missiles in later generations, especially the painting of that batch of missiles, which should be the transitional series of Wyvern missiles.

As a large-capacity Wyvern missile, although it is a relatively old and antique series, it really exploded with a "Booooom~" among the monsters, and it is enough to clean the ground in a small area.

"Those in the city are Feilong missiles. It's hard to imagine how you got this batch of Feilong missiles. There are more than sixty, which is already a lot. No, it should be said that for you, the number is a bit scary. You are not a regular army..."

Zhou Kaixuan shook his head and said, "These are the standard equipment of the Bashan Assault Army. When we felt there, there was no one in the Bashan Assault Army's camp."

Su Yang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously retorted: "How is it possible, those people in Bashan are very fierce, it's normal to fight to the death without retreating, how could it be possible to withdraw the troops like this."

"Maybe I didn't express it well...they are a group of brave fighters."

"...There is no one alive?"

"No one, all dead, all dead. I don't know what happened to them. When we got there, the corpses were all smelly. They didn't even seem to have a chance to detonate the missiles. They just walked towards the camp like this. die."

"Fuck!!!"

Hearing Zhou Kaixuan's words, Su Yang didn't know what to say for a while.

"I always feel that something is wrong..." Su Yang murmured, "No, have you only had these juniors in the army so far?"

Zhou Kaixuan was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little complicated: "Perhaps those immortals from the Immortal Sect have more important missions."

"Fucking fart! The foundation of the practice world is in the human world, on all the ordinary but new generations with potential and qualifications that will continue to appear.

Practitioners of my generation have never been immortals, we are also human beings, even if the descendants of those top monks do not come to fight, it is impossible for those practitioners from ordinary families to help. "

"Fellow Daoist said it well. There are countless famous and decent sects in the vast universe, and none of the top practitioners participated in the battle. It's ridiculous that you call them immortals."

A young monk suddenly responded: "The world is a world of mortal bones, and it is also a world of practitioners. How can there be such a god who behaves like a dog and is ugly!

They don't fight, we fight!Let's fight the monsters they dare not fight.

When the demon king attacked the city, only Immortal Liang Xuesong stepped out of the sect to fight bloody, shouting, "If there is no practitioner who draws his sword and looks around with blood spattering three feet, this immortal will not stop."If no one dares to stand up, let's start with Liang Xuesong!
We practitioners cultivate a clear conscience. When we come here this time, immortals dare to fight, and we also want to practice the journey of immortals. It was like this yesterday, it is like this today, and it will be like this in the future. I wish to be Liang Xuesong! "

Perhaps it was these awe-inspiring words that aroused the thoughts of the monks. In the barren land, on this small lawn full of upgrades, a group of young monks either raised their fists high or brandished sharp weapons, roaring fearlessly:

"For Liang Xuesong!"

Obviously the number of monks is only so small, but for some reason, when the roars of "willing to be Liang Xuesong" came, Su Yang could only feel that the roars resounded through the sky.

He looked around, his eyes were a little dazed, but after seeing the light in the eyes of these young monks, he suddenly understood that he and these people were not the same kind of people after all.

No, it is the new generations of later generations who are not of the same kind as them.

Those people's eyes flickered with a strong longing for the future and a rush of hatred. He thought of the corpses in the sky in that dream. God knows how many of all the people present were ruined because of the monster clan. People watched their relatives and friends being devoured as blood in despair.

When a group of ordinary people are trampled to death by the iron hooves of the demon clan, and the smell of blood and fire is blowing from the leaky skylight, then this group of people will turn into evil spirits from purgatory, vowing to do everything possible to swallow the culprit alive .

And among this group of people, how many people would have anything to do with monks in the practice world?

Undoubtedly, the vast majority of monks in the practice world have their own concerns in the human world, and the younger they are, the more so. Those monks who have no worries in the secular world may really pursue their dreams in this way. The road to becoming a fairy has come, but young people are different, they will not accept everything in this whole.

And when the No. 1 monk in the practice world bravely stood up and died in blood, the boundary between the human world and the practice world would be shaken. The death of the monk named Liang Xuesong pierced a false veil.

That is, there has never been a practice world in this world, only the human world and a group of people living in the present.

He looked at such a scene in shock, and as far as the eye could see, the momentum of the skinny miscellaneous soldiers was constantly rising. He had no doubt that these people present were willing to bleed and sacrifice for the future of Huanyu.

Is it the determination to choke fate by the throat that draws them on this road?
He silently chewed on the boiling murderous aura in this picture, maybe it might not just be determination and the pursuit of ideals...

Under such circumstances, the soaring hatred is spreading from ordinary people to those who used to be ordinary people and later became practitioners.

There will definitely be many practitioners among ordinary people who choose to stand up and fight against the army of monsters. Otherwise, relying solely on the military power of the human world, it will be difficult to resist the attack of the monsters for such a long time!

To be able to support it, the practice world must have participated in it from the beginning.

Practitioners will also have their own friends and lovers, just like Su Yang, who traveled to this world, he has very few friends, if only a few of his friends were born.

The sons in the dormitory, Lan Keke, Yan Anran, Bai Xingzhou, the teachers at the school, and even her junior...

If all of them died on the battlefield, he felt that he would really go crazy.

What kind of shit is a code writer, do you know why he still chooses to be a hard-working web writer after a new life?
Because he knows very clearly that he has nothing in this world, and you have countless options to live, but your hope of living is gone.

For him, this world is too strange and too scary, he can only immerse himself in the joy of code words, bicker with netizens, talk to fans, lock himself in a cage and enjoy the joy of loneliness in self-exile. Only then can he find some feeling of his previous life, and he can be like a normal person——

Alive.

Three years, three years!He managed to get to know so many idiots, and finally found someone who wanted to try to go on with him. If he was there, all of this would be disillusioned, and he couldn't even imagine such a scene.

Even thinking about it makes me feel like I'm going crazy.

But these people who are shouting wildly now... Some of them may have already lost everything. This is no longer just a fight for a better tomorrow in the universe. Everyone present is already in the abyss.

……

Such fanatical roars resounded for a long time, and that night, this group of people stepped into the city one after another, taking out a small amount of food to feast on.

Su Yang looked at those people who were already a bit haggard, guessing that they hadn't had a good meal for a long time.

Looking at such a scene, he didn't know why he didn't have any appetite at all. He was obviously the group of people who liked to eat the most. He didn't turn into a double-layer burger. It was all due to his talent of not getting fat and strict exercise.

Eating and drinking is really a blessing for him, but when he got the food, he chose to give the food to the youngest soldier in the team. With a shy smile on his face, he silently looked up at starry sky.

This is a corner of troubled times.

He suddenly understood why some old people in the practice world really wanted to bite their teeth to bleed when they mentioned the Yaozu.

In the following time, as Su Yang expected, this motley army left the ruins of the city, which had no protection ability, and marched towards the deep mountains and old forests.

Their goal is a huge cave that is said to be located in the depths of the mountain. It is said that most of the monsters in the Sichuan and Chongqing regions came out of it. That cave can't cut off the reserve force of Sichuan and Chongqing monsters.

They plan to use those dozens of missiles to nuke the cave, no, to be precise, to bomb the inside and outside of the cave.

He got an exact reply from the monk named Shi Qingtian. There was an entrance and exit to the cave, and the opposite side of the cave should be connected to a certain monster civilization.

If they can successfully close this exit, they will be able to greatly reverse the battlefield like a meat grinder in the Sichuan-Chongqing area.

The biggest difference between this group of people and the regular army is here. The existence of the monks can affect the monitoring of the team by the monsters to a certain extent, and the status of a group of miscellaneous troops allows them to escape the monitoring of the monster clan and become A non-existent army roaming the wasteland.

Zhou Kaixuan thought that they were more suitable to carry out this task of cutting off the back road, so he decisively chose to do so.

In the following days, Su Yang did not choose to leave too far. After all, Su Yang knew that Zhou Kaixuan and the others would surely win. Being by their side was like being with the children of the world to a certain extent, and the sense of security was stable.

That's right, asking means that he made the right choice, following the right person, just like a support should follow the person who can carry the most.

That's what he thinks!
Small-scale team battles, decapitation of the leader of the monster clan, high-speed mobile combat...

With the help and cooperation of the monks, their army quietly tore a small hole in the encirclement of the monsters in Sichuan and Chongqing.

No one would have thought that a group of shabby-looking refugee-like teams would quietly kill the enemy's rear while tossing and turning.

Later, the monks who died in the battle could not even leave their corpses behind, they had to be destroyed on the spot to avoid being found by the monsters. Fewer and fewer people accompanied them, and less and less food.

Even the weather started to go against them. In Sichuan and Chongqing, it was snowing lightly at this time.

(End of this chapter)