The field commander of the "Raging Lion" organization looked at the corpse that had been smashed to pieces by bullets and grenades on the ground, and smelled the thick smell of blood in the air, he was really going crazy. The commander understood that from this time on, all his future was gone, and the only thing he could do before he was removed from his post by the leader Banagar was to point to the castle in front of him that had swallowed up too many, too many of their lives, and hissed and roared: "Attack!" Offensive! Go on the offensive! Everyone's attacking together, I'm going to see if you all have three heads and six arms, and before I'm done, I'm going to cut you turtle sons and bastards with a thousand knives! ”

Wave after wave of "Angry Lion" soldiers launched a stormy attack on the castle, bullets streaked through the air, bringing out dark red marks. The centuries-old castle is full of stone chips and moans of pain.

The soldiers of the "Angry Lion" organization, who are good at fighting guerrilla warfare and have rich experience in actual combat, cover several layers of mud-stained blankets on wheelbarrows, tables, and other things that they can push and afford, and some soldiers are carrying these most primitive bulletproof equipment and pressing towards the castle little by little.

The bullets hit the mud-stained blankets with a "whoosh" sound, and wisps of white smoke rose with them. Looking at the soldiers of the "Raging Lion" organization who were advancing more and more, and the bullets hit them almost without any actual killing effect, all the soldiers of the Frogasian Führer's Guard widened their eyes.

Zhan Xia Ge shook off the light machine gun in his hand, and lay on the parchment scroll with the castle building drawing, and the big sweat continued to trickle down his face stained with gunpowder, and fell the soft parchment roll, and instantly turned into a big ball. At this time, the battle is the commander's ability to adapt to changes, and the battle is the commander's most successful use of various tactics.

By the time they came within fifty meters of the castle with the most primitive and effective means of bulletproof, Warrior Song had gained enough time to make a directional blasting device with TNT explosives.

"Boom!"

Don't ask how many TNT explosives the priest used to make the warrior song, and don't ask him about the techniques and techniques of this directional blasting, when a deafening terrible roar slammed into everyone's eardrums, this stone castle with hundreds of years of history and wind and rain, still standing, the top half of the top floor, was blown to pieces in the terrible explosion.

In an instant, the sky directly in front of the castle could no longer see a trace of moonlight and starlight.

The blue-black stones, large or small, light or heavy, square or long, round or flattened, which had been forced to stay here and form a certain part of the castle, had not been moved for hundreds of years, and had not escaped the wind, were projected forward at an oblique angle of 45 degrees at a speed of more than 150 meters per second, instigated and encouraged by the directional blasting of TNT explosives. They roared and rolled in the air, drawing a graceful arc that implied the truth of heaven and earth, and fiercely attacked the soldiers of the "Angry Lion" organization who were still trying to crawl towards the castle gate, and carried out an indiscriminate covering attack without any loopholes and no life.

Looking at the rain of stones of unknown tonnage, looking at the more than 200 soldiers who were completely exposed to this super attack, the supreme commander of the "Angry Lion" organization closed his eyes in pain, he only heard the terrible sound of the stone hitting the hard floor, he only heard the "plop" sound of the stone hitting something soft, and he only heard the most terrible wail of the soldiers who were smashed off their arms and thighs and rolled on the ground in pain.

"It's ruthless! I don't care who you are, I'll admit you're the most formidable opponent I've ever seen in my life, but I'd like to see how many more times you can do this! We're going to attack from all sides, and if you have the ability, you can just blow up the whole castle!" ”

"Brothers, put up the battle flag of our angry lion and sing the battle song of our angry lion!" The field commander glared at a pair of blood-red eyes, panting, snatched a light machine gun from a soldier's hand, raised his hand and fired a whole barrage of bullets into the sky, he shook off his military cap, and roared: "Brothers, follow me!" Let these elites, who have never looked at us 'Raging Lion' soldiers in the eye, see what we have relied on to stand firm in Frogasia in the past twenty years, what we have relied on to grow stronger and stronger, and what we have relied on to be able to accompany our most respected and sacred leader, Banaga, to accompany him in battle, and to follow him to create a paradise on earth for our Fars!! ”

Hearing the name Banagar made it seem as if it had been infused with a strange magic, and everyone's expressions changed. Heavy gasps, crazy and unstable murderous aura, slowly rose from everyone behind the field commander. When dozens of bullet-riddled "Angry Lion" battle flags and flags painted with Banaga's head fluttered in the wind in the air of this battlefield full of iron and blood, all the eyes of those staring at these battle flags lit up.

Lying on a lookout hole, observing the enemy's situation, the pupils of his eyes suddenly shrank into the most dangerous pin-and-needle shape, because he suddenly found that his enemy had changed. The enemy he faced was no longer a group of soldiers who were all at once, then declining, and exhausted. It's a group of madmen, a group of tigers, a group of the craziest Predators who no longer have any scruples in order to achieve their goals, and don't even care about their own lives! And the rebel who was holding a light machine gun in his hand, ripped off his shirt, and let his chest be exposed to the cold wind, with a tragic domineering spirit, led the way to the castle, just look at the epaulettes on his uniform, you can know that this crazy warrior is the "Angry Lion" organization, the supreme field commander here!

The low and majestic "chant" reverberates over Flogasia, eventually forming a torrent that can reverse history; In the sound of dull footsteps like war drums roaring wildly, even the earth trembled, one after another "Angry Lion" soldiers, lined up in the most neat phalanx, and launched an unobstructed sea of people attack the castle from all directions.

At this time, for the first time, a feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged in the heart of Zhan Xia Ge. His only assessment of this army is that it is dead! Warrior! Warriors! It's a group of real ...... Raging Lion!

An army of four or five thousand warriors, they are enough to set off a storm on any local battlefield! In the face of such a rigid, strong, and crazy force, any strategy and any tactics are nonsense, because the other party just doesn't want to die, just doesn't want to live, and wants to die with you!

Dozens of automatic rifles, squad light machine guns, and heavy machine guns in the castle were strafing together, rows of barrages, drawing dark red streamers in the air, harvesting lives in batches, but at this time, in the face of thousands of swarming, no longer talking about any tactics, purely to break the trick of the madman, these purest murder weapons, also seem a little weak.

Clara Emmer's urgent cry came from the walkie-talkie: "Captain, what should I do?" ”

While continuing to install the directional blasting device on the top floor of the castle, Zhan Xia Song spoke into the walkie-talkie and whispered, "Give the Führer and those officials weapons." ”

Clara Emmer was really stunned, he was silent for a long time before he walked up to the Führer and handed over her self-defense pistol to the Führer.

"We can't hold it anymore." Clara Emmer faced his most respected Führer and said with a bitter face: "I'm sorry that we didn't keep our duty!" ”

Zhan Xia Ge glanced at the military luminous watch on his wrist, and the hands of the watch were already pointing to 5:30 in the morning. It was the darkest hour before dawn, and the sky and earth were immersed in endless darkness, but thousands of torches surrounded the entire castle, and it seemed that the whole castle was already beginning to soar in flames.

Zhan Xia Ge stared in the direction of the Chinese Embassy, and let out a soft sigh in his heart: "Jie'er, you are ...... now Luckily? I'm sorry, I can't continue defending here and earn you the necessary twenty hours. ”

In the Dark......

In the Dark......

In the Dark......

Yajie'er, who was successfully escorted into the Chinese Embassy by Li Baohua and had been lying quietly on the bed, suddenly burst into tears, because in a strange connection between her and Zhan Xia Ge across time and space, she heard the deepest sigh of Zhan Xia Ge: "Farewell, my love!" ”

This low cry is so deep, so deep, so sad, so sad that it is as if you are alone, slowly, slowly sinking to the boundless and infinite black ocean, until the eternity of life. In order to comfort Yajieer and make her not feel too lonely, Li Baohua prepared a portable laser turntable for Yajieer, and now the turntable is playing a song called "Hongyan".

The sword boiled wine is tasteless

Drink a glass for whom

You bid me farewell, you bid me farewell

The crimson fragrance can love and cannot give

How long the sky is and how far away the earth is

If you are a hero, you are destined to have no tears and no regrets

How dangerous this laugh is to wear intestinal poison

Only you know how beautiful these tears are

It's ridiculous that this heart doesn't live as you live

I don't want a name in this life

Just want to get a smile in exchange

If this time can still be reincarnated

I would like to be a cow and a horse in the next life

and be with you at the end of the world

……

Ya Jie'er repeatedly muttered the word "hero" in her heart, slowly savoring the two lyrics of "I don't want to be famous in this life, I just want to get a smile", I don't know when, even she can't tell what it feels like, tears poured out of her eyes like dark stars again, and slashed across her face, leaving two meandering tears.

Zhan Xia Ge turned his head and looked at the distant east, and in less than half an hour, at the position where the sea and the sky intersected, a glimmer of dawn would be revealed, and a new round of sunrise would rise, pouring the heat and warmth of the sun into the world selflessly.

In the position where the sun rises, there is the motherland of Zhan Xia Ge, where there are 140,000 compatriots of Zhan Xia Ge, there are the most respected people of Zhan Xia Ge, and there are brothers who Zhan Xia Ge exchanged their lives and blood. Zhan Xia Ge slowly raised his right hand, facing the east where the sun was about to rise, and saluted perhaps the last military salute in his life.

Almost at the same time, Principal Li Xiangshang, who was studying the map of the operational area with several operational staff officers in his office, suddenly changed his face. As he seemed to hear, the song whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, Headmaster." Please, look for a new successor! ”

Warrior Song stacked all the TNT explosives at hand, and then installed a remote control detonator. As soon as he pressed the start button of the remote control device in his hand, the medieval castle, which had been devastated by war, would be completely wiped out and turned into a pile of rubble. At that time, whether it is the future successor of the Fifth Special Force, the head of the island nation of Florida and the most important officials, or the rebels and thugs who stormed this castle, they will all become the burial objects of this castle.

Warrior Song sat next to the pile of TNT explosives made of flour and nitroglycerin in proportion, and he picked up the automatic rifle in his hand, and slowly fired one shot after another, as soon as a brass bullet case was ejected from the chamber of the gun, one of the officers of the "Raging Lion" group soldiers who swarmed up would be shot and fall to the ground. But with the weapon in his hand, looking at the group of enemies who were not even afraid of death, and were more than a hundred times their number, the battle hero song could only use the mantis arm to block the car to describe the final struggle of their group of defenders.

"Captain, they're rushing in......" Clara Emmer's voice already brought a hint of crying, and he hissed, "There are too many of them, we can't hold on!" ”

"If you can't keep the gate, what's it? The gate is lost, and we can take it back! The gate is lost, we still have more than a hundred rooms, and there are still enough battlefields! The warrior song said in a deep voice: "Clara Emer, you tell me, are you afraid of death?" ”

"Don't be afraid!" Clara Emmer exclaimed: "Every one of our brothers is not afraid of death!" ”

"Excellent! We are going to turn every corridor, every room, into the bloodiest battlefield, and we want to make them pay the most painful price for every step forward. ”

Zhan Xia Ge patted the TNT explosives beside him and said indifferently: "When we finally have no defense and no defense, I will directly detonate all TNT explosives." Hmph, they have been attacking for so long, and they have not used heavy weapons such as bazookas and mortars, don't they just hope to catch your Führer, push him to the public stage, and play some tricks such as beheading, to break the morale of the political axe army. When the time comes, everyone will be finished together, and all the corpses will be smashed into a puddle of mud by stones, and they will not be able to get anything, and in the end everyone can only be regarded as a tie! ”

At this time, Clara Emmer finally understood why Warrior Song was qualified to be the best combat hero in the world, and that kind of unbridled ease and flamboyance in the face of death allowed him to quickly influence everyone around him.

"Whoa......

Amid the frantic cheers, the soldiers of the "Angry Lion" organization, who launched a charge under dozens of automatic rifles and light and heavy machine guns, finally broke through the blockade of the Frogatian Führer's Guard, rushed into the gate of the castle, and rushed into the church hall where the warrior song wore Yajie's ring.

I don't know why, the dozens of automatic weapons that had been strafing with all their might just now all fell silent.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly rose in the interior of the hall, and the constantly jumping electric snake, the terrifying roar like the roar of the god of thunder, actually made all the rebels who rushed into the hall stunned. Following the guidance of the electric snake, everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the most eye-catching statue directly opposite the church, which was fifteen or sixteen meters high.

The statue bowed its head slightly, and in the dozens of candlelight that were still burning in the hall, it looked down at the lowly human beings in front of it in a lofty posture. Suddenly there was a scream, and after startling everyone, the man pointed to the idol's eyes and exclaimed, "His eyes are moving!" I swear I saw his eyes move, I saw him smiling at me, did you see him, he was laughing so weirdly! ”

More and more people rushed into the hall, most of them shook their heads again and again, and at this time, dozens of candles in the hall were extinguished together, and a faint fragrance blew into everyone's nostrils. Under the stunned gaze of the hundreds of professional soldiers who poured into the hall, the statue of the god, which was fifteen or sixteen meters tall, suddenly had two lines of blood-red ...... in its eyes Tears of God!

Some resolute veterans with rich experience in actual combat immediately picked up the weapons in their hands, and before they had time to pull the trigger on this statue that might have some mechanism inside, the sound echoed throughout the hall like crying, with a little ethereal, a little weird, and the ghost knew where it came from and how it came from.

The battlefield that was still murderous just now was suddenly enveloped by an absolutely strange aura.

"Cards, Cards, Cards, ......"

The mad warriors who were not afraid of death just now were fighting up and down with two rows of teeth, and someone pointed to the top of their heads, and suddenly let out a hysterical scream, "Look, what is that?!" ”

Hundreds of people with weapons in their hands, murderous professional soldiers raised their heads together, and two white shadows, in front of everyone, flew through the air. The kind of invisible, the fluttering, the weird, the pale ghost-like streamer, all tell everyone about their absolutely wonderful origins.

Someone suddenly cried bitterly, and while crying loudly, he jumped and cried out: "Oh my God, am I already dead, is it my eyes, why did I see it...... Death?! ”

Yes, that thing that wears a black cloak that covers his face and carries a huge scythe on his shoulder, and flies slowly in the air, isn't it the legendary god of death who is responsible for harvesting human life, and as long as you see it, it means that you want to say goodbye to your relatives and the world?!

"Da Da Da ......"

Some of the veterans raised their automatic rifles and fired at the phantom that flew through the void in the air, the bullet piercing through the Grim Reaper's insubstantial body and hitting the hard ceiling of the hall, splashing a little spark and a large splinter of stone chips. Maybe it was because he saw so many delicious foods, or maybe he found that the humble human beings dared to attack him, Uncle Death floated quietly in the air, and he actually showed a strange smile to everyone, which made their hearts chill, so cold that even their bone marrow would freeze.

This is still some holy temple, this is now a pure base camp for demons!

The Grim Reaper stretched out his big hand, and the void swept over everyone's heads, and in their stunned gaze, in the hands of Uncle Death, there was an extra lion that was constantly struggling and screaming. This male lion, who was supposed to be nature's most powerful creature, was as humble and powerless as an ant in the palm of death.

A terrible scream sounded in the hall, and with a disdainful smile on Uncle Death's face, he twisted his hand, and the male lion in his hand was pinched off by him, and finally turned into a little streamer. The terrible sound of a wooden stick breaking was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

"No!"

At this time, all the soldiers who rushed into the hall were stupid, stupid, stupid, crazy, and why did the male lion who was constantly struggling in the hands of death and could only let out a helpless wail like a small animal, look so much like the mighty "angry lion" on their battle flag?

The religious beliefs and willpower that underpinned these soldiers suddenly collapsed completely.

I don't know who led the way, but hundreds of soldiers cried and screamed and fled from the castle, from the temple that was supposed to be holy, but hid too many weird and terrifying things. The poor creatures had lost their weapons in their hands, their faces were covered with tears and snot, and their whole bodies were shaking desperately.

"Don't pass, don't pass!" They cried out to those who were following and continuing to attack the castle: "We see death, and it's laughing at us!" Oh my God, what we're attacking is a temple protected by death, and we're all cursed by death! I saw with my own eyes that the Grim Reaper easily pinched our 'Angry Lion', we are finished, each of us is finished, our 'Angry Lion' is finished......"

There was chaos outside the castle, and everyone was stunned in the face of this absolutely unexpected scene. Hundreds of their compatriots were trembling all over, crying and screaming about the same experience, and among them there were many strong-willed members who were absolutely loyal to the organization and to their leader, Banagah, and who should have been blessed by the true gods. But now, even their supreme commander of the field, as soon as he fled to a safe place, sat on the ground with a pale face, his lips kept squirming, but he couldn't say a word for a long time, obviously he had received a terrible blow, and it was impossible to recover in a short time.

This castle ...... Uncanny!

Clara Emmer and the other thirty or so soldiers of the Guards who had fought until now also looked at the priest sitting in a computer room with a strange expression. What appeared on the LCD screens of several computers was a supernatural picture that had appeared in the church hall just now.

"Hmph, when it comes to playing religion, playing psychology, and tricking a group of fools into rushing forward with bullets, what kind of ability is it? Compared to me, the 'Raging Lions' organization is just a group of children who have just learned to write in front of me. ”

The priest stood up from the computer platform, greeted a group of the most elite soldiers of Florida, and said confidently: "I want to preach our teachings, let more people feel the existence of God, respect God, and be willing to accept the order and rules arranged by God for this world, which is my lifelong mission as a servant of God." If necessary, it is understandable to use a little bit of scientific means and methods to guide those who have not yet experienced God's grace and power into the right path. ”

……

There was silence all around.

Anyone who has studied history knows that in order to prove the existence of God, in order to prove that they have received God's grace, the clergy often use physics to create "miracles" to attract a large number of civilians to their religion. However, using thirty-six laser lenses to create some phantoms in the air, in every hidden corner of the church hall, one hundred and sixty or seventy small speakers were hidden, creating a super-Dolby sound effect, plus some laser effects, electromagnetic effects and the like, to prove the existence of God, and trick tourists into willingly sending a large amount of money to the priest's hands, so that he could have more "scientific research funds", this, this, this...... That's, isn't it?!

Also, that fragrant wind contains the neurotoxin that the priest inadvertently extracted during the chemical test, inhaling this toxin, no matter how strong the willpower is, people will involuntarily fall into a semi-hypnotic state, with those laser images and super surround Dolby sound effects, it can definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

If you do this kind of indiscriminate work so thoroughly, you can still be blushing and breathless, and you are even a sanctimonious guy, it is estimated that there are really few people in this world!

Clara Emer was silent for a long time before she suddenly asked, "Hey, are you a priest or a god?!" ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The priest coughed violently a few times, straightened his priest's robe, put on a proud gesture, and said, "Of course the priest!" A man who is proficient in religion, behavioral psychology, physics, chemistry, and ...... in order to prove the existence of the greatest god The Super Master! A pious messenger who has more hope than Mr. Newton of proving the existence of God and guiding humanity to the ultimate direction of light! ”

A soldier of the Frogacian Führer's Guard couldn't help but whisper: "Father, you are still the best at pretending to be a ghost and the most proficient at pretending to be a super god stick ever!" ”

(To be continued)