Chapter 13: The Battlefield

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After all, the physical body can't resist steel.

Lu Yu sighed, in the past, the broken steel was densely covered with a force as fine as dust, and at the same time, it vibrated all the time and superimposed on the skin, when the sword passed through this layer of gangqi, the strength would weaken, and then it would be shattered by the strength that was dense all over the body. Instead of resisting with the flesh!

This is an axe with almost 10,000 catties of great strength, but it is still injured.

Lu Yu is looking forward to the awakening of genes at this time, after that, it is the body of the golden jade immortal, even if it does not move at all, it will not be injured by swords, artillery, and bullets, at most there are some traces, because genes will give birth to all kinds of extremely strong substances, replacing all the bone marrow and flesh, which is called "metamorphosis".

"You should be proud of yourself in this life."

After seeing that the adjutant's life was still alive, Lu Yu looked at Colonel Mengka and said flatly.

The blood mark on the palm of his hand, Colonel Monka also saw it, as a madman, he would not be afraid, but at this time, he was still afraid, and his body trembled a little.

Who is this?

He knew very well that he could cut through four centimeters of steel with an angry axe, but only a white mark was left.

Frightened, frightened, afraid...... As a normal person, all kinds of emotions constantly breed in his heart.

In the end, he did a very normal thing, took an axe, rushed forward, and fought for his life.

Behind him, dozens of navies who had panicked because the bullet missed the bullet and wanted to kill the red-robed boy were also getting bullets in.

It's horrible.

In the blink of an eye, all the "traitors" flew behind the red-robed boy.

Lu Yu stood calmly like this and raised his fist.

This is a cannon fist.

His body was plain and unremarkable, just like an ordinary person standing and raising his fist, like a fist raised by an angry ordinary person, but every trace of his flesh and blood was exploding, and no one could say that it was not a cannon fist.

He was covered in punches.

With such a punch, the roaring thunder roared, and the vast Gang Qi exploded and hit everyone in front of him.

Bang bang bang......

Including more than 400 catties of Colonel Monka, all of them were blown off the roof of the building, straight more than ten meters, before being pulled by gravity and falling to the ground.

The ordinary powerhouse kicked out, cutting through the invisible soldiers, tearing the rocks and cutting off the flesh and bones.

Lu Yu's punch, like a young dragon turning the sky, triggered thunder, and made the sea send out a terrifying storm.

Lu Yu glanced at himself lightly, and carefully sensed how long it would take for the "gene awakening" to take place?

It's not close, but it's not far either, and it's only in a year or two.

It seems that he is still a genius.

Lu Yu was very satisfied, because the 'Yi' system told that people like him who excavated the extreme power of the human body and then carried out genetic awakening were generally around twenty-five years old, twenty-three years old for geniuses, and twenty-one years old for peerless Tianjiao.

There is not a single one of the hundreds of millions of teenagers under the age of 20.

A thought rose, and then disappeared, and Lu Yu quickly headed towards the battlefield.

To grow up, you have to have the belief to give your life, but when you really die, you have nothing.

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The confrontation on the battlefield was very stalemate at the beginning, because the people's war quality was very low, but fortunately, the enemy's naval soldiers had even lower war quality, shooting, lying down, and there was no way to fight.

In the early days, many people on the rebel side were injured because they were unfamiliar with the battlefield, but after that, they retreated back in an orderly manner, and then the three of them, holding short bows, covered each other to kill the enemy, and the other side and this side covered each other to kill the enemy, and the simple tactics broke out with terrifying combat power.

Over time, the advantage shifted in favor of the rebel side with a visible speed.

However, the remaining more than 200 navies had experienced dozens of battles, and looking at the people who had been oppressed in the past on the opposite side, they did not dare to pray for survival after surrendering, so they fiercely applied their bayonets, one step at a time, and slowly approached the position, trying to fight a white-knuckle battle.

The feeling of a sharp blade colliding at close range is not something that ordinary people can suppress at all, and those who are a little less nervous may be directly frightened and flee away from the battlefield.

This is not a joke, there is a great terror between life and death, the collision of sharp blades, it is completely walking on the boundary between life and death, and the fear of every moment is enough to destroy people's consciousness.

But once you survive, you're a true fighter.

At this moment, more than 200 navy soldiers who have experienced white-knuckle warfare have keenly grasped the rebels and rushed to the battlefield with a breath of blood, in the final analysis, they are still civilians, and the fear of white-knuckle warfare is enough to consume the blood they contain, and as long as one person escapes, the entire army will form an effect, so that those who originally wanted to flee will take a step forward, causing the collapse of the military formation.

When the charging distance was reached, the navy in the highest position shouted, "Give it to me", and the navy, which had only nearly 200 dead left, fired at the same time to suppress the battle line, and then turned into sharp knives and stabbed into it.

The rebellious navies knew their true intentions early on, but even many navies could not do it by strategically retreating, and this retreat was probably an ironclad failure.

And without this well-arranged position, it is strange that only the people with short bows and spears are not torn apart.

The man at the head was also very smart, and after telling the leader of the rebellious navy about the situation, he immediately made a decision to let the young man with a spear form a spear formation and wait for the white-knives to fight.

Under the condition of waiting for work, it may not be impossible to fight.

The young man with the spear was taught yesterday, with the spear in hand, waiting for everyone to stab one by one, many people became nervous, and the man at the head thought wrongly, and as the navy slowly approached, he did not wait for work, but endured the torment.

After the spear set up the blade, it was a spear of one meter seven or eight, and the men who prepared the spear in advance could not get the slightest advantage.

When the navy launched a suppressive charge, there was a young man trembling all over, frantically running backwards, after all, it was a civilian who had never experienced the battlefield, the distance was fine, but with the approach of the sharp blade, he cowardly turned around and wanted to flee the battlefield.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and the man who turned and fled fell to the ground, and the small but striking blood spilled in the air, and the man at the head of the spear with the sword set up looked at the person who had been knocked down by him with complicated eyes, hoping that this person was only wounded, not dead.

His heart is not hard, but he also knows that there are not a few people who have the idea of escaping, and he must use blood to knock down those thoughts of escaping.

The man at the head was very respected on the island, and he was also standing in the front at this time, no one could blame, and no one thought much, picked up a spear and rushed up to stab it.