The large troops of the Song Xing Division passed through the pontoon bridge one after another, and the process was not smooth or dangerous.

First, a cart full of ham broke down in the middle of the pontoon bridge because an electrically sucking mosquito had been inserted into the vehicle's engine. It is a palm-sized mosquito spirit that is harmless to humans and animals, but is particularly fond of sucking electricity. Their sharp stingers often make a mess of electric propulsion engines.

This kind of monster with a rather punk hardcore shape has been basically wiped out in the coastal territory, but there are still some in the wild. God knows where there is electricity in this wilderness to spoil them.

In short, the engine was full of holes, and the big car was completely finished, and the on-site commander immediately decided to push it directly into the river, so as not to block the convoy behind. Of course, the ham in the car can't be lost, and the morale of this car of ham will be boosted for many days in the future.

So the soldiers of a squadron crossed the pontoon bridge with a fried ham in their arms, and the scene was indescribably joyful.

It may be that the oil fragrance is too strong, and the monsters in the river are itching. Most of the ups and downs in the waves are fish monsters, and there are also monsters like giant water snakes. Because the cultivators killed several monsters that approached rashly, the other monsters knew that these humans were not easy to mess with, so they did not dare to approach again. They spewed jets of water at the soldiers a few hundred meters from the pontoon.

The lethality of the water column is not very strong. But being hit head-on, like being hit by a water cannon, will fly up and fall into the water.

People can be pulled up, but the ham is definitely gone.

The practitioners in charge of the garrison were annoyed. One of them seems to be profound. He threw out a reed and stood on the surface of the river. The speed of the reed was fast, and the cultivator stood on it with sword qi flying, killing the fish demon group of flesh and blood.

Everyone applauded, only Sun Da sighed.

In the next second, the snake demon that had already been ambushed spiraled up, and swept the cultivators and reeds who had been out of the limelight into the river, and there was no movement after a second.

Such an aggressive character either dies here or dies there. I hope that his death will make this group of cultivators who do not obey orders sober up. What followed was a large-scale war, and disobedience to orders would result in a quick death, both for practitioners and ordinary people.

The torrential rain of spells hit the river where the snake demon was hidden, and the river boiled. But the snake demon had long been contented to escape. It fishes a cultivator today and can digest it in its stomach for at least a few days.

The loss of one cultivator made the atmosphere of the entire division gloomy.

But in just ten minutes, everyone gradually became cheerful again, discussing the barrage technique that had just shocked the heavens. Only a few of them were still gloomy, and they were the companions of those who had just been swept away.

However, except for a few companions, there were not many people who remembered the heroic posture of the cultivator who had just crossed the river with a reed. War has a special magic, it can turn people into numbers. Even those who are in it will see themselves as a number.

During the crossing of the river by the Song Xing Division, 15 soldiers and 1 cultivator were killed. That's all that a living person can remember. It's not sadness, it's not indifference. As Sun Da said, this horse is war.

In the end, those who survived could not even remember the numbers, they could only remember the names of those famous generals, and they could only remember the names of those famous generals.

But what does it mean to be "successful"? Those prominent names will be solemnly written into the history books. First modern history, then modern history, and finally ancient history. Until one day, the pages of the history books were insufficient, so their names had to be deleted, and at this time, even "history" was not enough.

That's a terrible topic.

Master Sun slowly drove to the opposite bank with the command vehicle of the division headquarters, followed by a real big guy carrying a mobile deuterium ion controllable nuclear fusion reactor. If this thing falls into the water, Da Luo Jin Immortal will not be able to repair it, so the head of Sun Da will personally suppress the formation.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

When Lu Ning waited on the other side for a long time, he saw Sun Xiang and greeted him, and his tone was particularly exaggerated: "Which sect is the mastery of that barrage just now? I don't believe that those hypocrites from Xuanmen can play such a slippery job!"

Master Sun snorted and didn't answer this question head-on, he couldn't say that this was a mechanic god sect's exercise. Strictly speaking, the danmaku technique was stolen from the keyboard without his consent. According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, he should abolish Daoji.

In short, this is a trick, if Lao Lu figures it out, he will definitely use it to squeeze him for several months.

So he changed the subject and asked, "Who is this?"

There were two people waiting with Lu Ning. One of them is an old friend of the coastal people, the eldest sister Suzaku who is dressed in palace clothes and has a perfect classical demeanor.

She'll always be so beautiful!

And the other, the head of Sun Da probably knew who it was, but he didn't dare to recognize him.

The man wears a fancy Hawaiian shirt, large pants, and flip-flops. He had an explosively handsome poker face, his hair stood on end and dyed silvery-white, and he wore at least twenty rings on his ears and nose.

Seeing Sun Xiang's gaze turning, he took out an oversized comb, smoothed his white hair, and then replaced the comb with a pair of black super sunglasses and put it on himself.

“Hi,boss ！A

e you OK?”

As he spoke, his whole noodle-like body trembled, as if he had committed a drug addict.

The head of Sun Da smacked his lips, thinking that this English accent was from the Northeast when he heard it.

He opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer this white-haired little brother, and the eldest sister Suzaku on the side suddenly burst out.

I saw her take off 1,600 degrees to receive Thomas's roundabout kick and kick the white-haired brother to the ground.

"Speak human words!"

Sister Suzaku shouted violently, and then stepped on his neck, stepping the white-haired brother's face deep into the mud.

The white-haired little brother struggled wildly, and finally raised his face slightly.

"Sister, your new shoes are really shiny!" he said flatteringly, "Is it light?"

When Sister Suzaku saw that he could speak again, she snorted coldly and stepped aside, reverting to the dignified beauty who did not smile at her mother's manners.

It seems that that beautiful roundhouse kick just now is just an illusion of everyone.

The little brother got up from the mud, shook his aura, and his body was spotless again. But this time, he didn't dare to drag Yangwen to Sun Da again.

This is, of course, the White Tiger of the Western Holy Beast, and the main body is read as the White Tiger, but it is written as White Amber, which is also a jade ritual weapon. What Sun Xiang didn't expect was that the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird in this life were actually two sisters and brothers, and they were ...... That's a big difference!

Since Lao Lu was responsible for the early investigation, he went deep into the tiger's den in Longtan and had neither internal response nor foreign assistance. Sun Xiang was worried that he would capsize, so he ordered him to take Chizhang and Bai Hu with him. Accompanied by two holy beasts, it would be fateful to capsize the boat in this case.

So in fact, Bai Hu didn't have time to deal with Sun Xiang, this was the first time he saw the human form of the white tiger, and it was really unique.

It reminded him of Picasso and Beethoven on the Queen, who were sure to be good friends with the White Tiger. If these three killers can easily kill Ji Yuanyuan, maybe the head of Sun Da will reward them as a city lord.

But that's for later.

The troops crossing the river in front had already begun to organize defense on the spot, and Lü Ning followed Sun Xiang into the division headquarters. There, he will give a detailed report on the results of the reconnaissance surrounding Nightsong City over the past few days.

The situation is not optimistic.