A flurry of bullets flew out, taking away a few careless low-level collectors, the veterans were covered in blood, and their already shabby combat uniforms were even more broken like strips of cloth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ahh There was a scream, and another young warrior was surrounded by several insects, and in the blink of an eye, he was torn to pieces.

The veteran roared loudly, firing the last bullets in his magazine, startling the bugs to run away for a while.

"Battalion commander......" The young soldier gulped blood.

"Don't talk, hold on, hold on." The veteran scrambles to stop the boiling blood.

"Don't waste your strength, battalion commander...... I knew I was going to die......"

"Stop talking!" The veteran yelled.

"Battalion commander...... Run, you can't hold it here...... And also...... I owe you half a pound of pork, and I can't afford it in this life......" The young warrior coughed up blood violently in a big gulp, and made an intermittent difficult voice.

"I really miss that pork stew vermicelli...... Mother ......" He sighed faintly, and finally left this world with the last bit of reluctance and hesitation.

The veteran closed his eyes in pain and closed the eyelids of the young soldier, this is a new recruit, and he has been at this outpost for less than half a year. He came with hope, in order to get the military pay to go back to take care of his seriously ill mother, the veteran's mind can still clearly remember the vitality and enthusiasm of the recruit on weekdays, but it is such a young child, at this time he fell cold in front of him.

The veteran slowly stood up, and looked away at the crushed human race, the black and crushing insect tide plundering everything that could be eaten.

He threw away the dead-run assault rifle and finally pulled out a swarthy hilt from his bosom, the bright yellow blade of light instantly lit up his angry eyes.

He is a reformer, tired of the endless wars of the empire. He had lost a leg in a battle a long time ago, and since then he has come to his senses that he would like to be the most ordinary frontier veteran, and he had vowed not to use his abilities again, never to reveal his identity again, but now he had to do so.

This time it's not about killing, it's about redemption.

The battlefield may be the destined destination of transforming people's lives, and since they can't escape, why should they escape.

The veteran slowly opened his eyes, and there was no trace of warmth in the strange jade-colored vertical pupils.

The fat man was very nervous and scared, more and more bugs broke through the rudimentary fortifications of the outpost, especially when a bug was slaughtering not far from him, he subconsciously gathered the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and retracted it towards the bottom of the car.

It didn't matter what he did, but he squeezed the monkey out of the car, "Big brother! The monkey screamed and was caught by a passing reaper.

The fat man lay on the ground in fear, he was indeed frightened, as a slave hunter who roamed the edge of the wilderness all year round, their fear of bugs was much stronger than most people, because they had seen too merciless killing.

But at this moment, in this situation, the fate of the monkey is in his hands, to save it or not to save it?

It may not be able to be saved, and it is likely to take his own life, the fat man gritted his teeth.

"it! Lao Tzu slashed you to death! The fat man roared like a fat dog with a burrow, and the shotgun in his hand was clinging to the reaper's hind legs.

Fear is sometimes a strength, especially when people overcome it and he pulls the trigger.

The bullets from the old shotgun were much more powerful than expected, and the reaper hissed in pain, and the fat man's face was splattered with bright green bodily fluids. He touched his face, picked up the shotgun that had run out of bullets, and slammed it.

"Monkey! You don't want to run away from Lao Tzu! The fat man roared, waking up the frightened monkey.

And the reaper, who came back to his senses, waved his backhand, and the arthropod instantly cut the fat man's chest, and scarlet blood splashed out like a waterfall.

"Brother!" The monkey's eyes were split, and he pounced on the Reaper, pounding its hard skull frantically, his eyes red and hideous, and nothing but madness.

No matter how timid a person is, there is something worthy of his life to protect, and people die for it, but they also live for it.

Just as this second-level reaper was impatiently about to cut off the monkey's head, an inexplicable trance caused it to lose all its strength and collapse to the ground like a dead corpse.

The head of the Ming Huang sword blade was cut off in an instant, and the kick was kicked far away.

"Old man?!" The monkey's tone was indescribably shocked or panicked, but he was stunned for only a short moment, and then desperately lifted the fat man's body.

Yin Hong's blood quickly flowed all over his palms, and he cried and shook the fat man's body vigorously, "Brother, brother! You can't die! You can't die! When my mother died, you promised her to take care of me all the time. ”

The monkey wept bitterly and buried his face in the fat man's chest, and hugged his body tightly with both hands.

The veteran sighed faintly, his expression flashed and he couldn't bear it, he was late.

However, at this moment, I don't know if it was the credit of the monkey's vigorous shaking, the fat man, who had been silent, suddenly coughed vigorously, and a pool of sticky and fishy black blood spat out of his mouth.

"Damn, you want to strangle Lao Tzu." The fat man's weak whispering sonar.

"Brother! You're not dead! Great, you're not dead! The monkey wiped his tears with joy and hurriedly picked up the fat man.

"Your brother and I have a very big life, how can we die like this." The fat man smiled weakly, "Also, I promised your mother, I have to finish him." ”

The monkey wiped away his tears, not knowing what he was crying for.

"Old man, I didn't expect you to be a master." The fat man took a breath of cold air and touched his chest, if it weren't for the fact that his fat was thick enough, the reaper's slash would definitely disembowel him.

The veteran shook his head slightly, squatted down and quickly gave the fat man a medicine for his injuries, "I'm a master, I'm just a dying man." ”

"Let's go." He then waved his hand, "It's impossible to hold here." ”

"But the reinforcements ......," the monkey wanted to say something.

"They're not coming." The veteran sighed, with an expected sadness and an unexpected self-blame, "I'm confused, how could the military department send someone to save us." We are just a bunch of useless 'garbage'. ”

"Flee through the gap in the northwest, where there are the fewest bugs."

"What about you?" The monkey asked.

"Me?" The veteran smiled, "I've been a damn person for a long time, I've lived for so many years, and I've lived enough for a long time." I've committed too many sins in the past, but today is a good day, so let's pay back what I owe. ”

"But ......"

"Let's go, don't look back, run away if you can, you are different from me, you still have hope."

"Old man, you have to listen to my advice, since this broken place can't be defended, why are you still desperate to die in this place where birds don't? I know you've killed a lot of people before, and I've killed you, which of us slave hunters doesn't have blood on their hands? I think as long as I can live, no matter how big it is! The fat man gasped.

The veteran glanced at the panicked crowd, littered with stumps and flesh that had not been eaten by insects, muddy dirt roads glowing with a disgusting brownish color, and people were frightened, struggling, fleeing, and hunted.

The fate of this outpost is already sealed, all of them are poor people abandoned by fate, but at this time, where is the Empire's Transhuman Legion?

Busy fighting each other? Or are you busy plundering the land? Even if they were only slightly distracted by this, such a small insect wave would not even consume them for ten minutes.

The veteran tugged at the corners of his mouth sarcastically.

"We are both murderers, you hunt for life, and if you don't kill you, you will die. And I, we. We are for **, status, land, money, fame. Because of greed and natural killing, their essence is decidedly different. ”

"I don't understand." The monkey shook his head.

The fat man gently patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, he's already decided." He let out a long sigh, and there was some indescribable complexity and clarity in his eyes.

The veteran bowed his head and said no more.

And just when the fat man, with the support of the monkey, left along the path opened up by the veteran.

Originally, the insects that were scattered everywhere and desperately eating, as if they had received some order, actually surrounded them together.

A conductor the size of a pet dog, with two large compound eyes on his head and gently shaking his wings, stepped out of the crowd, forking the two arthropods together in a rather humane posture, and his jagged mouth was wide open and closed, like a wordless mockery of the veteran.

"You, think, want to go, where?"

This hoarse and difficult voice, like the most terrifying alarm bell, exploded into thunder in the veteran's mind! (To be continued.) )