Chapter 193: The city mourns the loss of the Guardian
Along the entire horizon, more and more native soldiers rushed out, tanks bombarded, helicopters continued to rise into the air, and missiles flew out.
This Terran military camp, a full 500,000 army, is mighty, and there is no fear at this moment, only endless killing intent.
The commander of the army is also completely crazy!
Even if they know that it is not compliant, but they don't care so much, if they want to go to a military court in the future, then go to it!
All in one!!
No one thought they would survive.
At the same time, thousands of kilometers away from Wencheng, countless people who are busy,
Suddenly, I heard a series of explosions in the distance.
Most of the people stopped moving their hands one after another, and their eyes looked in that direction.
They can see one after another earth-shattering explosions, as if a nuclear bomb had exploded.
The terrifying waves of air, the layers tearing through the thick clouds, and the dazzling golden brilliance, all seemed so dazzling from thousands of kilometers away.
For some reason, I felt a little moist in the corners of my eyes, and I stretched out my hand to wipe it, only to find that tears were sliding down from the corners of my eyes.
They didn't know what was going on, but their hearts suddenly became depressed.
Anyone with common sense knows that something big must have happened to the Terrans.
Is there a big man who died in battle, as compatriots, the breath is connected, they feel it in their hearts, and their bodies will react.
"Mom!"
A little girl, suddenly with tears in her eyes and a sour heart, looked up at her mother, her little face full of sadness.
The little girl's mother、She picked up the little girl and looked into the distance。
opened his mouth, but he choked, and his throat seemed to hold something, which was difficult to swallow and hot and uncomfortable.
"Boom!!"
At this time, a bell suddenly rang out over the entire Wencheng and echoed in everyone's ears.
Countless people raised their heads in astonishment, with a look of horror in their eyes.
"It's the send-off bell!!"
"Ju is actually a send-off bell!"
"Yes, yes, yes, who died?"
Countless people opened their eyes in horror, with a frightened look in their eyes, and their hearts were even more uncomfortable.
In each frontline city, there are two kinds of bells, one means the bell of the great war, the bell rings a total of thirteen times, and the thirteenth ringing is the bell of extinction.
An entire city could be killed in battle.
Cities like Haicheng that are located in the rear have no bells.
However, Wencheng, as a backward city, has abolished this kind of bell, except for the send-off bell.
One bell rings means that the Yuan Infant Warrior dies in battle, and two rings mean that more than ten Yuan Infant Warriors die in battle.
Three tones mean that the Great Perfection Yuan Infant Warrior died in battle, four sounds mean that two or more Great Perfection Yuan Infant Warriors died in battle, and five sounds mean that the giant died in battle.
That fifth sound, people never want to hear it.
For nearly a thousand years, it has never been heard.
This send-off bell is particularly loud today.
The bell rings all day long, making countless people's hearts tighten.
There was a sound, and a peerless powerhouse died!
The bell kept ringing at noon, which showed how serious the deaths and injuries of the peerless powerhouses of the human race were.
There were too many Yuan Infant Warriors who died in the battle at noon, and many of the send-off bells were no longer ringing.
But this time the ringing made countless people creepy.
Because everyone knows that the people who see them off are at least at the level of Yuan Infant Stage martial artists, and even countless people dare not think about it.
At this moment!
All the people in the city raised their heads and looked into the distance, and listened to the melodious chimes of the bells.
Slowly transmitted, dull and depressing, this was already the second voice, which meant that as many as two Yuan Infant Stage martial artists had died in battle.
Many people silently lowered their heads and clenched their fists.
For the entire human race, the Yuan Infant Warrior is the most critical strategic reserve, and has the core strength to stabilize a battle
It's simply a humanoid moving ballistic.
If in the battlefield, the Yuan Infant Warrior is suspended above anyone's head, it will give people a great sense of security and courage.
However, at this moment, the third bell rang.
The moment this voice rang out, the whole city fell silent in an instant.
Countless people opened their eyes wide in horror, and the corners of their eyes were trembling.
Three bells! The Great Perfection Yuan Infant Warrior died in battle!
"Woooooooooooo
On the side of the road, a little girl covered her mouth and cried.
A Great Perfection Yuan Infant Martial Artist died in battle, second only to the existence of a giant in battle!
At this moment, countless people's tears moistened and choked.
The bell didn't ring any longer, but it was known that a supreme being had died in battle.
This is almost a rare death in the past ten years.
The sad mood enveloped the entire Wencheng in an instant, and people didn't know which Great Perfection Yuan infant warrior died in battle,
But no matter where it is! A Great Perfection Yuan Infant Martial Artist is a hero of the human race, and no one does not know him.
"Dang!"
Suddenly, the fourth bell rang!
This, this, this!!
This bell has not even rang four times in a row at noon!
Countless people, tears flashing in the corners of their eyes!!
"Mom, how do I feel so painful. ”
A boy clung to his heart, his face extremely calm.
But under that calm, tears unconsciously fell from the corners of his eyes.
The more you fall, the more you get!
As the protagonist, he only felt sadness, and although the tears flashed, he did not howl loudly.
Silent tears!
In Wencheng, there are not a few such examples!
At this moment,
In the north city of Wencheng, Li Jiaxuan, who was gray-headed and dirty, as if he had come out of a banquet, didn't know what was going on.
I saw that the entire procession to celebrate the birth of the Terran leader suddenly stopped.
In his ears, the next moment resounded the crying of the women in the banquet procession, and he also saw several Yuan Infant Martial Artists men clenching their fists and their eyes red.
"What's going on?"
Li Jiaxuan asked someone who had a good relationship with her.
The other party looked at her with red eyes, and opened his mouth just about to say something.
The bell rang suddenly, but it rang again.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Following the first four huge bell rings, there were five small but tragic rings in a row, resounding throughout Wencheng.
Countless people's eyes widened in shock, and their whole bodies trembled.
"What the hell is going on?"
Li Jiaxuan was even more puzzled, and his voice eagerly asked the man beside him.
The other party's tears finally couldn't be restrained, rolled down, choked and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with extreme sadness:
"We ...... We...... Our human race has killed five Great Perfection Yuan Infant Martial Artists in battle!"