Shan Chao walked through a village alone, and the name at the entrance of the village had already been dyed red with blood, and he couldn't see what the name was.

On the crooked-necked tree at the entrance of the village, several corpses were hanging.

His face was a little unbearable, he frowned, and looked away.

The only bodies were their heads and bodies attached to each other and hung on a thick rope.

The faces of these corpses were distorted in horror, and their bodies were even more pitted, with many small holes in their skin running through their entire bodies.

Those small holes were formed by laser weapons penetrating.

Under the tree, there are many white bones, which can be roughly seen to be leg bones and foot bones.

Above the crooked neck tree, many crows circled and screamed, Shan Yong frowned fiercely again, and finally sighed helplessly, raised his foot and stepped on a white bone, and walked towards the village.

Here, the soil, the sky is scarlet.

This place is all ruined by the ruins of war.

Here, the corpses of soldiers could be seen everywhere, their faces fierce and angry, their eyes staring at the sky with wide eyes.

seems to be full of unwillingness, which is the unwillingness to fail to kill a few more enemies and fail to contribute more to the protection of the great rivers and mountains of China.

Shan Chao looked solemn, straightened his waist, and looked firm.

He patted a shabby linen garment, even the blood on the clothes had dried up, and the dust had long since solidified on the clothes.

Shan Yong didn't have a military uniform, not that he didn't wear it, but when he was in the army at that time, the injection counting device um needle had just been pulled out of his body, and this was definitely attacked.

Originally, after signing up, the uniforms were uniformed, but the army was attacked, so how could there be any effort to issue military uniforms.

Grab your weapons and jump straight into the fray!

That's why he's still dressed in sackcloth.

He took a deep look at the soldiers, walked around them, and walked towards a dilapidated tiled house.

The door of the tiled house was gone, and the front of it was overgrown with weeds that were knee-high.

But there are also many weeds that have fallen, which are the marks of being trampled.

Shan Yong's face changed, he picked up the Tang knife behind his back, hurriedly swept through the weeds, and walked towards the tiled house.

Call!

A strong wind hit, Shan Yong's face changed, and he hurriedly rolled towards the house.

Even if he reacted enough, he was still hit in the back.

A hideous and terrifying incision appeared on its back, and blood flowed out instantly.

Shan Yong was in pain, his face was pale and distorted, his blood was constantly falling, and in a moment, there was a pool of blood on his ground.

The wound on his back was deep to the bone, and it was the most serious injury he had ever suffered during the war.

The skin and flesh opened, and there was a sharp pain almost as soon as he moved, Shan Yong clenched the handle of the Tang knife, and his body stared ahead with a slight trembling.

I saw that at the door, three people from R country wearing samurai uniforms pointed at Shan Yong and muttered without knowing what to say.

There was blood still flowing from the blade in one person's hand, and the blood dripped down the tip of the knife to the ground.

Obviously, the knife on Shan Yong's back was cut by that person.

They pointed at Shan Yong, and then to the wall, and laughed and screamed.

Even if Shan Yong couldn't understand what they were calling, they could guess it with mockery on their faces.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the wall, his body stiffening, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

There is a Chinese soldier hanging on the wall!

The soldier's eyes were round, his abdomen was sticking a handful* of blood, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth and nose, apparently he had just died.

He clutched his hands tightly at the belly.

Even if your fingers are about to break, even if you are dead, you still can't let go.

Die, there is a backbone to die!

Shan Yong was trembling, panting, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He forgot the blood that was constantly draining from his body, and he forgot the deep wound in his back.

All he knows now is that he must kill these R people.

Just for two words, revenge!

He roared angrily and rushed towards the three of them with a Tang knife.

"It's... Where is this..."Shan Yong fell to the ground, slowly opened his eyes, and asked weakly.

His gaze returned, and he saw a pair of linen shoes in front of him, and four corpses were scattered next to him.

Looking at their clothing, they are all from R country.

"I remember... I rushed over desperately... Killed two people... In the future, he will be unconscious..."Shan Yong's head hurts.

He braced himself up, tugging at the wound on his back, and it was another shock and pain.

He twitched, gritted his teeth, shook his head, and it took a long time to recover.

Then to the front, the owner of the sackcloth shoes.

It turned out to be a short old man, who stood with his hands in his hands, and in his hands an ordinary branch was horizontal.

There was a drop of blood hanging from the tip of the branch.

Shan Yong straightened up and looked down at the short old man, who was not as tall as his chest.

Could it be... The short old man in Pu's mouth? Shan Yong endured the pain, frowning and wondering.

"Boy. The old man casually threw the branch on the ground and said slowly.

Shan Yong's eyebrows furrowed.

Judging by his age, he is indeed a junior.

But Shan Yong, a hot-blooded guy, was called a kid by an old man he had never met, how could he be willing.

But he thought of what Pu said to respect the short old man, so he suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Boy," the short old man coughed lightly, his eyes were chaotic, but they were full of brilliance, "I see that your seal is bright and bright, and you are lucky." ”

But then it turned purple and black, like a great murderer. ”

"Old man, I have calculated, there should be a catastrophe when you are eighty years old, and the consequences are unimaginable. ”

"The turning point is—" The old man closed his wrinkled eyes and shook his head.

"The turning point was the boy who was hit by a meteorite. ”

Shan Yong's arm had green tendons, and his face turned red.

Suddenly the toes were raised, and the ground was instantly provoked.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of his knife and swept it towards the old man's head.

The blade was cold and shining, and the space was full of swords.

Although this is not as fastidious as a peerless weapon or laser weapon, it is also extremely sharp.

What's more, Shan Yong has been practicing hard in the sect for several years.

With his strength, the old man's head must have been cut in half.

The old man seemed to feel that something was wrong, and hurriedly opened his eyes, the cold blade in front of him was close at hand, his face changed, and he hurriedly retreated.

But after all, his movements were a little slower,* and he immediately slashed from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right eye, and blood flowed all over his face.

The old man turned his head, his face angry, and he stared at Shan Yong with his blood-covered eyes and empty eyes.

Shan Yong frowned slightly, his heart was a little hairy, he raised his * to open his eyes and then went up.

"Ungrateful!" the old man snorted, letting the blood drip from his jaw as he began.

Then a few jumps disappeared from here, but the sound came from nowhere.

"Today, if the old man doesn't kill you, someone will come to clean you up tomorrow, wait!"

......

Shan Yong shook his head and came back to his senses, the scene once seemed like yesterday.

His face was still gloomy and cold, but he was sighing in his heart.

Perhaps, when I listened to Pu's words, I wouldn't have given birth to these things...

He then moved his gaze to the white-robed old man.

I saw that Pu worshipper had words in his mouth, and some incomprehensible words spread, and the dark green glass light on the shell of the soft-shelled turtle in his hand flickered tactfully.

As time passed, Pu Xian's face turned a little pale, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and the strange runes on the shell of the soft-shelled turtle were constantly distorted.

Click!

A cracking sound suddenly sounded.

Pu Feng's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the small crack in the center of the turtle shell, and his face looked incredible.

Then, I saw his chest bulging, his eyes widening, and he looked frightened.

He opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell to his knees, and a few words trembled out of his mouth, "Oh my God... Heavenly Machine..."