Three days later, the town of Northbridge.

The clearing was full of people.

There were about seven or eight hundred people, dressed in combat uniforms of two colors. The words "Thunder Light Regiment" are painted on the back of the white text, and the remaining third is white on the blue background, and the words "Master Group" are painted on the back.

It's early summer in May, and at noon, the sun is blazing, but everyone is standing up straight, staring intently at the half-collapsed buildings in front of them.

"Battle flag handover!"

The stout man shouted, and the three trumpeters raised their horns at the same time, blowing a low, melodious sound.

A tall and thin man held the flagpole in both hands, strode forward, and handed the battle flag fluttering with the three big characters of the Thunder Light Regiment to the young man who looked like an officer next to him.

Chen Xing took over the battle flag of the Thunder Light Regiment from the rat, representing the official succession of the head of the Thunder Light Regiment.

He took a step forward, thrust the battle flag on the ground, looked around the audience, and slowly spoke:

"My life credo has always been simple......"

"It's about working hard to make money and living a good life."

"But ......"

"There are always some people in this world who like to get along with others."

"They are self-reliant and powerful, treat others like mustard, and wantonly trample on the lives and dignity of others!"

"So, there are dreams in this world."

"It's hard for me to say what the dream is."

"But I know that if there is no dream, Shen Guangming will not die in a foreign land, there will be no Chunyan in the world, and we are still struggling on that scorched earth!"

"If there were no dreams, Tieno would not lead the enemy away for us, and in the end we would end up with no bones!"

With Chen Xing's generous speech, a wave of grief and indignation spread among the soldiers.

He unbuttoned it and ripped off his shirt, revealing the scorched abyssal imprint on his shoulder.

"This brute will not only kill our brothers, but also exterminate us!"

"I'll just ask you a word......" he hissed, his eyes red, "can you bear it!" ”

"Can't!"

The neat roar pierced the clouds and cracked the stones, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Chen Xing stared at the audience, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces. After a moment of silence, he beckoned into the distance.

A group of soldiers carrying aluminum suitcases trotted in, stopped in front of the crowd, turned around, and then lined up the boxes at Chen Xing's signal.

"Click!"

The lid of the box popped open at the same time, and rows of potions were revealed, red, yellow, blue, green, purple, colorful, and crystal liquid shimmering in the afternoon sun.

"Here are eight hundred hero potions."

Before the words fell, there was a gasping sound at the scene, and then they turned their heads and ears.

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There was a commotion.

"No, he wants us to be injected?" "...... will die" "Isn't the head of the regiment crazy?"

Chen Xing's intention is very obvious, that is, to let everyone be injected with hero medicine. Instead of sitting here and waiting to die, it is better to fight to the death.

But everyone knows that the mortality rate of this thing is more than 85 percent, and the process of death is very painful, the blood vessels and flesh burst inch by inch, like a thousand knives, and they are tortured to death.

Chen Xing silently stared at the soldiers below, and waited until their discussion was over before he slowly spoke, "I won't force anyone to use it." ”

"Just ......"

"One of our feet has stepped into the coffin."

"The abyss is imprinted, and it never dies."

"As long as we live for one day, it will create a day of pain, a day of fear."

"If, death is a matter of time......"

"So, are you willing to exchange the remaining period of time for an opportunity."

"In exchange for a chance to stand here and charge at that brute."

"Tell it, we are Tienuo's brothers, we stand up to the sky and the earth, and we are the same unyielding!"

Everyone clenched their fists, their eyes were red, but they were still silent, and no one dared to stand up.

The use of heroic potions requires the courage to face life and death, and the pride of pulling out the mountains and covering the world.

Only with the determination to die can there be a glimmer of life.

Not everyone has the consciousness to be a hero. Fear of death is human nature, ants are still stealing life, as long as they can live for one more minute or second, who wouldn't want to?

In the silent silence, a figure came out of the crowd.

Tall and fat, like a small mountain.

Big cat!

Chen Xing's eyes widened. The big cat glanced at him.

In an instant, Chen Xing understood the meaning in the other party's eyes.

Be a brother, if I don't support you at this time, when will I wait!

I saw the big cat walk to the box in a few steps, grabbed the hero potion inside, tore open the aluminum foil, pulled out the needle cover, and without half a moment's hesitation, pierced into the blood vessel, and all the medicine was hydrated.

Chen Xing closed his eyes. The big cat is such a person, usually silent, and never ambiguous at critical moments.

Under the gaze of everyone, the big cat stepped aside and sat down against half of the broken wall, waiting for the medicinal power to be used.

When everyone's attention was focused on the big cat, a thin figure sneaked to the edge of the box, picked up a hero potion, and injected it into the veins of his arm.

"Lao Ji!"

When several soldiers of the Master Regiment saw this, they immediately shouted.

Lao Ji is over seventy years old, according to the standards of ordinary people

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, it is already the twilight of the year, and the body simply cannot withstand the transformation of the hero potion.

The originally gray skin flushed abnormally, and Lao Ji's whole face was red, as if he was more than ten years younger all of a sudden.

As the seconds passed, his footsteps suddenly became vain and staggered, as if he were drunk.

"Lao Ji, you!"

A few acquaintances quickly surrounded him and held Lao Ji.

"Hahaha, cool, cool!"

Lao Ji laughed, took out a wine bottle from his coat pocket, unscrewed the lid and poured it down.

"Cool, cool!"

Laughing and laughing, his ears began to bleed, followed by his nose and eyes, like a dead man crawling out of hell, shocking.

Hero Elixir is arguably the deadliest poison in the world. Once drunk, there is no cure. Zion, the eldest prince of Ice Blue City, died violently because he drank the heroic potion that Trilith mixed with the wine syrup, and the seven holes bled that night.

"I picked up this old life, if I hadn't followed the head of the regiment, I guess I'm still in that ghost place where birds don't."

"All day long, for half a stutter, I feel everywhere, and I don't live like a person!"

"In the past few years, I have lived a taste that I have not tasted for most of my life before."

"I'm happy, I'm happy!"

"My life, it's worth it!" Lao Ji patted his chest hard, "I'm worth it!" ”

He grabbed the wine bottle, poured a large sip of wine, and suddenly his body stiffened, his back was facing the sky, and with a "poof", a tent of blood mist spewed out.

After experiencing the last madness, the blood on Lao Ji's face gradually faded, became gray and pale, and finally collapsed, never to live again.

When he left, he still had a smile on his face, as if he had seen something happy and beautiful.

Lao Ji's death stirred up the courage of the soldiers. Life is only a few decades, if you want to live, you have to live a happy life, live a tasteful life, tremble, and be scared like a mouse, what kind of life is this!

A large number of soldiers rushed forward, and one by one they picked up the hero potion, pulled out the needle cap, and injected it into their bodies.

Half an hour later, the clearing became a veritable purgatory on earth. The terrible howls resounded in the sky, sometimes furious, sometimes desperate, sometimes unwilling, heart-rending, and people were furious to hear.

The soldiers of the Northbridge Regiment were alarmed by the howl, and they came out of the camp and climbed up to the high ground to look, and then they saw a scene that they will never forget.

The distorted faces and blood-drenched bodies are like writhing souls tumbling and struggling in a frying pan. Suffering, life is better than death.

Even veterans of a hundred battles were shocked by this extremely tragic picture.

They silently raised their hands and saluted the heroes who were not afraid of death.

Volume 4, The Two Kings of the Dragon River, End.

The fifth volume is full of head-to-head titles, so stay tuned......

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