Fang Cheng looked at the master, put the card on the side of the bed, and asked, "Since this is all the case, why do you want to hide the world and bury the truth?"

Seeing that the master did not react, he said indignantly:

"This war should let everyone know why we are secretly fighting here, no one knows what we have done. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Heroes deserve to be respected and admired.

But here, the rules and regulations on the secrecy regulations are very dazzling, and the warriors who die here can only be cremated, and the remains cannot be transported back to their hometowns.

How cruel it is.

Old man Lu's eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice:

"What's the use of getting the whole world to pay attention to it, do you think this is making a movie? This is reality, the reality is that we can't break through the defense shield of the Bula enemy race, we can only keep besieging them!"

"Even if all the warriors on the earth come here, what role can they play? We are still passive, and we still can't completely destroy the Blah enemy!"

"Once the news spreads, what will be the consequences, the consequence is that the peaceful world will be broken, and the minds of ordinary people will not be able to bear such a heavy blow at all, they will only think that the world has come to an end and mankind is about to become extinct!"

"When the time comes, there will be chaos everywhere, and the casualties will be hundreds of times greater than the casualties on this island. ”

"There are no great heroes who are admired by tens of thousands of people here, only soldiers who have sacrificed their lives and blood, do you think this is an online game? ”

Old man Lu scolded a few words angrily, touched his smooth chin, and sighed: "There are not many enemies in Hacksaw Mountain, you can go there to hone it, war is coming sooner or later, I just hope that we humans can last a little longer." ”

Fang Cheng pursed his lips, and he also recognized Master's words in his heart.

This kind of thing lets ordinary people know that they still have the mind to work normally and live as usual, and when fear and fear consume their hearts, people will become crazy.

He sighed and asked again, "Master, what kind of strength do you have?"

Fang Cheng was a little puzzled, the title of general was too terrifying.

Old man Lu glanced at Fang Cheng, turned around and walked out of the house, and before closing the iron door, he turned his back to Fang Cheng and said:

"National level. ”

"Crunch. ”

The dilapidated iron door closed, and Fang Cheng's eyes were glazed.

A national-level martial artist?

Master of Danjing?

Land immortals?

He was still in Da Fei's mouth today, and he learned about the world above the professional level.

A national-level martial artist can fly at a low altitude, can block a hundred, and the missile hit can't do anything about it.

True Qi is all over the body, and there are almost no weaknesses.

Above the internal force, is the true qi.

A national-level martial artist really has the strength to destroy a country, and in an instant, he can destroy a building and cut off a road, and the muscle strength of one arm is more than a ton.

And...... According to Da Fei:

Eighty years ago, the cherry blossom island nation invaded China.

At that time, the Kingdom of China had just been established, and there was no existence of state-level warriors.

And so, the war began.

Huaguo, which was founded at the beginning of the country, is not an opponent of the Sakura Island country at all. Weapons are not good, technology is not good, talents are not good, you can only rely on flesh and blood to exchange your life for your life.

In the fifth year of the war, one-fifth of China had already fallen, with more than 2 million dead and almost 8 million wounded.

On a certain day when the fifth year was about to pass, the two Chinese warriors finally refined and transformed their gods, practiced martial arts into Dan, and reached the martial arts realm of Dan realm masters, that is, national-level martial artists.

In the following month, two national-level warriors set out from the capital of China and swept away all enemy forces, and their direction was unstoppable.

In the final battle of the Chinese Defense, the tanks, missiles, shells, guns and ammunition of the Sakura Island country destroyed one meter of the surface of the land.

It was still useless, and in that battle, the Cherry Island country suffered 50,000 casualties.

The two national-level martial artists were red-eyed, and without stopping, they crossed the East China Sea and landed in the cherry blossom island country!

A massacre began.

Three months later, the Sakura Island nation was bloodstained and devastated all over the country, and the people of the whole country surrendered.

Historical name: Cherry Blossom Massacre.

............

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, what the textbook said was obviously that the Chinese country had fought a bloody war for five years, a desperate situation broke out, and the whole country worked together to resist the invasion of the cherry blossom island country.

The Sakura Massacre is not recognized by Huaguo.

Fang Cheng settled down, no longer entangled in Master's absolute strength, his mind turned around, and he pondered his situation.

Everything that happened today is like a dream, too unimaginable, like a fantasy thing that happened in a movie or television.

Here, however, on the island of Nibreda, alien creatures have really arrived.

They are called brads.

......

Fang Cheng's gaze moved, and then he looked at the blood-red card in his hand.

This is a registered warrior?

I see......

In this peaceful and beautiful society, there are also shadows and dark sides, and we are here.

Fang Cheng sighed, slowly lay down on the bed, the highly tense nerve strings relaxed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Early in the morning of the second day.

Fang Cheng got up as usual and warmed up and practiced martial arts in a simple house.

If it was said that in the past, martial arts training was for a better life and better economic conditions, then now practicing martial arts ...... It's for war, it's for survival.

To defend the homeland?

A commanding sentence flashed in Fang Cheng's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh and shook his head.

Such a righteous and heroic declaration is too far away from oneself.

He couldn't think about it so much, and he couldn't manage it so much, Fang Cheng only thought about improving his martial arts strength, dealing with this war, and then when there was a possible alien invasion......

Protect your parents and the people you care about.

That's all.

He savored his heart, and the purpose of martial arts training gradually became clear in his heart, and he finally understood why he practiced martial arts.

It's for protection.

It is to keep loved ones from being harmed.

At this point, the martial arts are deeply rooted in the heart and can no longer be shaken.

"Boom. ”

There was a knock on the iron door.

Fang Cheng stopped, walked to the door, opened the iron door and looked at the door, there were several men in dark green military uniforms standing at the door.

There are yellows, there are blacks, there are whites.

His gaze shrank, and his eyes swept away.

Three yellows, one black, two whites.

The yellow man who started his head was a man with a Chinese character face, with a lush beard on his chin, which should not have been repaired for a long time, he smiled faintly and stretched out his left hand:

"Fang Cheng, right, from today onwards, we will be a squad. ”

............

Wearing a dark green military uniform, there is also a black embroidered letter engraved on the left chest: Z.

Fang Cheng looked at the six people in front of him.

The captain of the team is called Wang Youwei, who is from the imperial capital of Huaguo.

The other two yellow people are Chen Hu and Liu Haoyang, the black man is called Damon, and the other two white people give themselves Chinese names: Ganghan and Jianheng.

Half an hour later.

The team of seven people passed through the trees, and their eyes lit up, and it was a cliff, full of fifty or sixty meters high.

Almost equivalent to the height of a twenty-story building.

Wang Youwei pointed to the wall, walked up to Fang Cheng, and said:

"This is Hacksaw Mountain, a cliff that we need to patrol to defend against the Bula and prevent the Bula from attacking our camp from here. ”

Fang Cheng swallowed, the cliff in front of him was too tall and steep: "It's only our team?"

Wang Youwei shook his head and said, "There are a total of eleven squads here in Hacksaw Mountain, each team has seven people, and we are the ninth squad. ”

"Oh, you go to the bottom of the cliff to choose a weapon, there are knives and swords, of course, you don't use weapons, each warrior will be issued a pair of alloy thorn gloves, you should bring it, right?"

Fang Cheng nodded and shook his hands, he had already put them on.

Wang Youwei nodded: "You can call me Lao Wang or the captain, and the other teammates have just introduced you to you, so you won't waste time, and you will be familiar with it in the future." ”

Fang Cheng nodded.

Wang Youwei shouted: "Brothers, go up the cliff!"

The six men moved like rabbits, landing at the bottom of the cliff in a few jumps, and then climbing upwards with raised rocks or recessed pits on the cliffs.

With one force, the figure rises four or five meters.

Fang Cheng also followed, picking and choosing from the pile of weapons at the bottom of the cliff, picking up a thick-backed wide knife, the blade of which was about a meter long including the hilt.

The blade was covered with dried and coagulated green blood, and a little bright red dotted on it.

Fang Cheng grabbed the hilt of the knife and waved it.

It weighed about twenty or thirty kilograms, and the blade had not yet curled, but still flashed with a sharp coldness, and he leaned it back to the back.

There was a strip of cloth on the back of the military uniform, Fang Cheng tied it steadily, got up and jumped.

Immediately after, he looked at the six teammates who were almost at the top, and together they jumped six meters high, jumping up on the cliff like an ape.

In less than ten seconds.

Fang Cheng climbed the cliff and looked at it.

In front of you is a strip of overlapping mountains, almost two kilometers wide, and further on...... It's a grove of trees.

There, that's where the Bura enemy appears.

They roam the jungle, looking for an opportunity, and when they find an opportunity, they will surprise out.

P.S. About the strength of the national level warriors.

The muscular strength of more than one ton in a single arm (one ton +, that is, 1-10 tons. The bench press is four or five tons (5-50 tons).

The true qi in the body, greatly increasing the range of strength and pure strength, is already the basic application of supernatural and supernatural energy.