Shake the sea causeway

On the flat ground, a group of soldiers lined up with serious faces.

And not far from them, three or five people in military uniforms carried wine bottles in their hands, drunk like senior drunkards. The two teams staggered by, both with expressions of disgust.

The soldiers felt that the other party had defiled the sacred uniform in their hearts. But in the eyes of those people, they are tied here, and the great future is gone.

At that moment, a man and a woman descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the causeway.

It's just a man, but he is just plain handsome, or just not ugly. But that woman is extraordinary. Those drunken guys didn't care about the way the two appeared, and walked crookedly, and halfway through, they fell on the spot with a pop, and the wine bottle was smashed.

Their state at this time can't even walk in a straight line, which is really pitiful.

Du Lengqiu didn't laugh.

The drunkard's chest shirt was unbuttoned, and the placket was left open. Let the fiery chest be exposed to the killing autumn wind. Criss-crossed, ghost-like scars make cowards stay away from him.

But it's a medal.

On the east side of the causeway, there is an endless ocean, which is a bloody battlefield. And on the west side, every short distance, there is a simple, concrete pavilion.

That's the outpost!

Du Lengqiu sighed slightly, walked over to lift the drunk, and placed him in the outpost. Afterwards, he and Butterfly Dance walked on the causeway.

Looking around, it is spectacular.

The hundred-meter-wide street may only be comparable to the Suzaku Street of ancient Chang'an City. And on such a wide avenue, there are no vehicles coming and going, only towering cannons, majestic tanks, and machine guns.

Unfortunately, these weapons do not guarantee the safety of the causeway. Just as the lighthouse Milicon was overstretched in the face of the Kraken's attack, firearms were becoming more and more difficult to deal with the Kraken.

And the importance of the seventh column is becoming more and more prominent.

However, the seventh column was a powder keg, a powder keg buried deep and threatened to completely collapse the defensive line.

Walking here, you will hear the loud military horn from time to time, and the slogans of one-two-one will rise and fall. 1.4 billion breezes and 1.4 billion raindrops are all forces that change the world, not to mention 1.4 billion people, but there is only one problem.

Under the causeway.

A middle-aged soldier slapped his palms heavily on the table and shouted: "Recently, everyone has been slacking off! This is a shame for soldiers!"

His face was full of gruff, and his black beard was as straight as a steel needle, and he didn't know how many days he hadn't shaved. The corners of the eyes are filled with eye feces, and the pupils are bloodshot, as if they haven't slept for ten days and half a month.

Near the round table, one of them disagreed, and snorted coldly: "Don't you see that all the soldiers are so tired that they want to fall asleep." Now there is a sword fairy guarding in the sky, just so that everyone can rest and recover their spirits to better protect the causeway and protect the homes in the rear. ”

As he spoke, he also became excited, and stood up suddenly, a tall and thin man with black-rimmed eyes, but with an aura that was not inferior to the former.

He said word by word: "Niu Jun, don't think that you are the only one in the world who is patriotic. Look around here, who doesn't have their heads pinned to their belts, and when we get to this causeway, we're not ready to go back alive. ”

"If you want to make a big statement, go back to your wife, this is not the place for you to go wild. ”

There were three people in the room, but no one got up to play the round, but yawned lazily and said with a smile: "I said Lao Niu, you are not finished." ”

"The fighters didn't retreat, they just took shifts to keep watch, and they saw that you were excited. ”

Niu Jun said hatefully: "What kind of bullshit immortals can't be trusted, and the seventh column can't be relied on, those who can protect the family and defend the country have always been our soldiers." ”

"Doesn't Lao Tzu feel sorry for them, but if that bullshit sword fairy suddenly doesn't make a move, if he is boarded by the kraken on the causeway, everything will be too late. ”

"Come on, you're playing with your threat theory again. Why can't the seventh column be relied upon? The incidence of that kind of bestiality is very low, and there are signs, aren't you already prepared?"

"No, it's not enough!"

He looked around and said bitterly: "If you have to fight hard while someone is pointing a gun at you in the back, you will pull the trigger at any time." I ask you, what the do you feel? Well, what does it feel?

And this is the current situation of the seventh column, sooner or later they will break that string, and when the time comes, it will be a monstrous disaster. After Niu Jun finished speaking, he was still angry, so he took off his hat directly and slammed it on the table.

On the causeway.

Du Lengqiu suddenly stopped. Ten meters away from him, a man in tattered clothes was smirking drunkenly, with a scruffy beard and vicissitudes in his eyes, but between his eyebrows, Du Lengqiu was very familiar.

He opened his mouth with a slight doubt, "Meng Zhe?"

Meng Zhe should be about eighteen years old now, how did he become a down-and-out uncle. When the drunkard heard the voice, he shook his head and shouted, "Who, who called me?"

He staggered to his feet, but failed halfway through, stumbling and about to fall. Du Lengqiu's figure flashed, and he supported him, the distance was closer, and then he could distinguish it, and it was indeed Meng Zhe.

He smelled of alcohol, and the devil knows how many bottles he drank.

Du Lengqiu snatched his wine bottle and saw that it was actually fifty-two degrees of liquor.

At this time, Meng Zhe also saw Du Lengqiu's appearance clearly, and suddenly, his body was shocked, and he shouted hesitantly: "It's Brother Leng, are you Leng Huo?"

Du Lengqiu nodded and said, "Not bad." How did you become like this?"

Meng Zhe snatched the wine bottle, took a sip of it, and said, "No, you don't have to worry about it." You, you go, you go......"

Du Lengqiu took two steps back and walked away slowly.

He and Diewu walked about ten meters away when they heard Meng Zhe crying behind him. The cry was heartbreaking, obviously sad to the extreme.

Du Lengqiu sighed, turned around, came to his side, and gently touched his head. In the final analysis, Meng Zhe is not a warrior, just a child who has not grown up.

Meng Zhe raised his head, his eyes were hazy with tears, and he said while crying: "Brother Leng, I don't have any relatives anymore." ”

"My parents are dead, dead in the destruction of alien beasts. My sister also died, died in Haicheng. I'm the only one left, but I'm dying. It's nice to be able to meet them that way. ”

Du Lengqiu frowned and said, "How do you know that you are going to die, don't talk nonsense." ”

Meng Zhe smiled miserably, but he was even more miserable, "Brother Leng still doesn't know? After becoming an alien, or a few months, or a year, he will definitely go crazy, just like a beast, six relatives will not recognize him." ”

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh, "It's been a year since I became an Adept. ”