"The union of spirit and flesh, the merging of death and life, we wake up from hell and march into the world of the living! tireless, painless, fearless, until that moment, let the world return to eternity" The Bible of the Dead, Volume 1 "I smell a smell of the dead. ”

Yun Zilong sniffed and slowed down.

"Undead!"

He opened his eyes suddenly: "Scan and search for odor factors, match with the database." ”

"Drop-scanning, scanning, database synchronization comparison, drop-scent factor confirmed: Hell Undead. ”

Three black lines erupted on the head of the Yunzi dragon, and the hideous dragon horns rushed straight into the sky: "Tower!Unit 0001 should have been attacked by the undead of hell, and I have the authority to use heavy weapons!"

"Xiaolong, you need to be reviewed, please wait. ”

Yun Zilong's sullen wings didn't complain, he just rushed straight into the sky, and the height was instantly pulled to about two thousand meters.

"Approved, Xiaolong, good luck!"

The tower's reply was not long in coming, and at the same time, a PPS-like electronic device under Yun Zilong's abdomen dripped, and the red on the display turned green, which was a sign that allowed the firing of heavy weapons.

Yun Zilong didn't speak again, he was a person who had experienced the War of Wind Thunder Fort (although he had been playing soy sauce), and he had seen the horror of the undead devouring life, although he was a dragon known for his arrogance, but he also had to admit that once he was surrounded by a terrifying army of undead, even the dragon clan at the top of the continent's food chain would have to hate the battlefield.

The only sound in the air was the flapping of his own wings, and Yun Zilong continued to rise in height, and soon approached a height of three thousand meters.

"Flutter ——!"

As soon as he retracted his wings, his torso, which had lost its upward thrust, suddenly fell down, and his body fell one by one, becoming a head on the bottom and a tail on the top.

"Pounce!"

The wings opened again, and with the help of the inertial force of the fall, the cloud dragon flipped slightly in the air, and then swept its wings again, and the whole dragon slammed towards the ground obliquely like a disemboweled cannonball, and at the same time, the tail of the two rectangular metal boxes fixed with metal frames under the wings erupted with a dazzling pulse of blue light.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion in the sky, and it was immense, like the power of the sky, and the listener looked up, only to see a small black dot in the air falling to the ground at a high speed, and there was no imaginary lightning and thunder.

"Oh my god, it's exciting—"

At such a speed, Yun Zilong could no longer open his eyes, and he now knew what an exciting speed it was to pass through the speed of sound that everyone had been muttering about! The cold electronic synthesis voice of the flight assistant kept coming from his ears: "The current speed is 359 meters/s, and it is 1752 meters, 1242 meters, and 800 meters above the ground."

"The lowest altitude critical point has been reached, please climb. ”

Hearing this, Yun Zilong hurriedly turned off the electromagnetic propulsion system, then spread his wings and rolled horizontally in the air, relying on the drum maneuver to unload the inertia of the impact.

Before he had time to change his breath, he quickly flew up and looked down.

"Report to the tower, I have arrived at the battlefield, and now it seems that the situation on our side is very unfavorable. ”

A revenant archer hid behind his companion, his body covered by a black mist shrouded in hoods and robes, with two points of light in the hood that seemed to be eyes, and he stretched out his hand to open the longbow twisted from bones, tendons, and muscles, and a long arrow made of white bone without tail feathers rested on the longbow.

"Whoa—"

There was a sharp roar in the air, and it was the sound of a bow and arrow breaking through the air and shooting at the target.

The picture seemed to be still at this moment, the half-meter-long white bone arrow was flipped in flight like a rifled gun bullet, and the front triangular arrow blade turned into a small drill bit under the high-speed rotation, disturbing the air flow, and then, hitting the target!

"Humph!"

The man who hit the arrow snorted, but did not cry out in pain, only to see him stretch out his palm, grab the still trembling arrow on his shoulder, and pull it violently, and a long arrow with bright red flesh and blood was pulled out.

Blood poured out of the finger-thick wound, but the wounded man didn't care, because in the next second, a white aura hung over his body, and in less than a second, the wound was gone, and the other minor wounds on his body were restored, only the linen jacket, which was red with blood and countless holes, told the others how serious the injuries of its owner were.

He moved his shoulders, and as soon as he lifted the sword he had dropped, a blade demon rushed up, raised his arms that turned into long knives, and slashed them down.

In the face of this powerful slash, he was not afraid, but raised his sword horizontally and met it directly.

"Buzz!"

With the clash of gold and iron, he took a step backwards, his big booted foot trampling the grass into a small pit an inch deep, while his enemy, the blade demon, retreated five or six paces away, his eyes full of resentment.

Blade Demon, bipedal humanoid, dark gray scaly skin, some with horns, not much taller than the average adult, but much stronger than humans, with the blade arm as the main means of attack, the strength is very large, can cut a horse into two with a single knife......

Such ferocious demons all suffered at the hands of that man, which was enough to prove his strength.

At the moment when the two sides faced each other, suddenly, a loud bang interrupted their life-and-death struggle.

"Whew!"

A vigorous momentum enveloped him, and everyone present, whether human or demonic undead, froze at this moment, and then involuntarily raised their heads and looked at the huge black shadow in the sky.

Just when the people present were still in a daze, the shadow spoke, and I saw him shouting in Chinese: "Everyone retreat, retreat three hundred meters to the south, I will deal with it here!" Hearing this voice, a group of 'dwarfs' gathered together about eighty people moved, they were wearing strange costumes that had never appeared on the mainland, holding a thing that looked similar to a fire gun but was better than a fire gun, and the movements were neat, and those who did not love to fight broke away from the battle, and in less than a few seconds, this strange army began to drive south.

It wasn't until they spotted a 'deserter' leaving the battlefield that the invaders from hell reacted, howling and rushing towards the enemy in front of them in a hunter's predatory manner.

Unfortunately, the shadow in the sky interrupted their movements.

"Dada-da-"

There was a series of rapid explosions, and a shadowclaw monster had just pounced, and before the pitch-black claws could touch their own enemy, they were cut in half by a line of fire.

"Ahh

The two sides that were still fighting were silent for a while, and then one side began to flee! Yes, it was a rout, and under the cover of that shadow's firepower, it was a rout, and it fled south!

The small team of a few dozen people quickly broke away from the chaotic warband, and although some of the unlucky ones were torn to pieces by the demons or undead who reacted on the way to retreat, most of them still escaped and began to run desperately to the south.

The demons and the undead deliberately chased after them, but the goods in the sky really didn't give face, the claws swang, the line of fire was swept, and a row of brothers was knocked down!

A slight arc, sharp, like a long needle of fire line swept across the grassland, a heartbeat delay, swept across the grassland set off a blade of grass swept up a "tsunami", that is the object impact kinetic energy into heat energy and was swept up into the sky of innocent life.

The line of fire swept for six seconds, sweeping through the fan-shaped position hundreds of meters directly in front of the demon group. The complete charging array of the demon army was divided into two ends, as if a steak had been cut, and the incision was miserable, just like a guy who was used to Chinese food suddenly went to eat Western food, and those corpse fragments resisted more demon charges that followed.

"Quack, quack, quack, so cool!" the dark shadow laughed, two stout forelimbs swinging back and forth, and if one looked closely, the lines of fire did not shoot out of his claws at all, but from several metal tubes tied to his claws with fixing rings.

"mg3, that's so cool! Oh, it's so cool!" The black shadow continued to laugh, and in the midst of this laughter, the terrifying line of fire took the lives of dozens of demons.

Bullets raged, and hot bullet casings ejected from the bolt, crossed a parabola and fell below, and a large green box was fixed to the back of the black shadow to ensure that the ammunition was sufficient.

Just when this killing feast was still going on—"Yun Zilong, stop playing, hurry up and take care of it, and return home!" was Zhang Yuan's voice, and it sounded a little annoyed.

Yun Zilong, who was still enjoying the pleasure of torture and killing, stopped suddenly, put away the hot MG3 machine gun sullenly, and he glanced at the demons below with pity: "I'm sorry, it's not me who wants to kill you, it's Zhang Yuan who wants to kill you, and if you die, you have to settle accounts, so go find him, ah no, you're already dead, what kind of account is it, really, in fact, the dead person, it should be-" He started his verbose magic again.

"Yun Zilong!" the tower voiced.

"Okay, I'll be right away, right away. Yun Zilong hurriedly nodded and replied, even though he knew that the other party couldn't see it.

He laughed weirdly: "Unlock the weapon." ”

"Click"

The two Hellfire missiles dangling from his belly shook for a moment.

"Ready. ”

Yun Zilong raised his claws, and a blue laser hit the densest part of the demon group, and at the same time, he made the missile under his belly adjust the angle slightly.

"Launch!"

The limiter that originally imprisoned the missile was opened, and the two missiles were pulled out of place and pulled out by gravity, and after leaving Yun Zilong for about two seconds, the folding wings located at the tail of the missile bounced off violently, and a flame burst out from the tail jet, * air, pushing the missile to the ground, and the guidance system let it lock tightly on the laser, and then, just like the groom on the wedding night, he was lying on the bed and stripped off and posed as a bride who was ready to be picked-a decisive hungry tiger pounced!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two Hellfire missiles landed almost indiscriminately, and the sensitive touch fuse made them fly metal shrapnel and high-temperature flames in an instant, and they burned enthusiastically, pouring out their fiery surging to the pasture, to the grassland, and to the earth! Of course, the invaders from hell also enjoyed this kind of enthusiastic treatment: "Ouch my mommy!"

Yunzi Dragon Monster, who was lifted by the transpiring heat wave and shock wave, shouted: "Grandchildren, you Uncle Long have a lot of eggs here?

Camus Duan, who heard Yun Zilong's howl in the distance, rolled his eyes: "He should say this - as long as 998, Ji Meng's bomb will be brought home"

"Wow. A group of cat soldiers stopped, and the faces of the cats stained with blood and gunpowder smoke showed expressions that were indeed so.

Wang Tiehammer twisted his neck: "Ouch, my old waist." ”

"Yo, Uncle Wang, your waist is up to your neck?" Long Jie complained.

"I said you kid, don't tear down the stage, if it weren't for me at that time, you would have been hacked!" Wang Tiehammer was a little unhappy.

"Yes, yes, what Lord Wang said is very true, thank you, save a little life, my admiration for you is like the surging water of the Yellow River, and the mountains are like the roots of an old tree" Long Jie began a long list of praises, but what he said made people feel sarcastic how to listen to it.

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, he was choked by Wang Tie Hammer by the neck, and then dragged aside.

Q17 smacked his lips and glanced at his group of seemingly frightened cat soldiers, evoking an imperceptible smile.

From the perspective of human history, soldiers can probably be divided into five levels, the first level is not military training, or military training is very little, and for them, the battle belongs to the sideline soldiers, including those bandits, strong recruits, serf soldiers, and even many officers and soldiers in the Taiping era belong to this level, the combat effectiveness is at the bottom, and then the second level, has been trained for a considerable time, has a certain degree of organization, can listen to the drum and advance, the soldiers who collect the army, some of the ancient so-called strong soldiers and knights of the castle era are so。 In addition, the third level is the soldier who can maintain the tightest formation, has strict rules of upper and lower subordination, that is, a high degree of organizational discipline, and takes combat as a profession, the Spartan warriors of the ancient Greek era and the Qin army of China, and the line infantry that began to appear in the eighteenth century belong to this level, and the fourth level of soldiers is the soldier who has carried out targeted militarized training and technical training, has a complete and mature system of organization and discipline, and at the same time has a considerable degree of culture, has mastered a large number of skills, and understands the righteousness of the country and what to fight, which is the level of soldiers after the twentieth century。 As for the fifth level of soldiers, they are the modified soldiers after the development of biotechnology, which strengthens the physique, injects training and discipline into memory, but destroys the creativity and subjective initiative of human beings, and downplays or simply annihilates negative feelings such as fear and betrayal, or in other words, killing machines.

Strictly speaking, the cat soldiers who have been trained by the Traversal are now three and a half levels.

Despite their short stature, they are easier to grasp than humans of the same age, obedient, and although they are not as powerful as humans, they are otherwise beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Old horse, old horse, don't die!" a terrible howl interrupted Q17's musings.

He stood up, and everyone was startled and walked towards the source of the sound.

His pale pupils looked numbly at the gloomy sky, his expression frozen, with a little dazedness, fear, and a hint of regret. He remained motionless, half of his cheeks and chin splashed with a dull red, and a blood-soaked cat's tail hung down on the grass, but it was no longer as agile as it had been. The thin metal chain on the side of his chest rattled with the wind of the prairie until a hand reached for it...... You Nanzhe, whose left hand was wrapped in a bandage and hung from his chest, half-knelt beside the fallen soldier and took off the military badge around his neck. The others in blood-colored military uniforms stood more than ten meters away, silently watching all this.

"Rest in peace, death will not cut off your genetic heritage, your sacrifice will grow your race, your relatives will benefit from it, and your blood will live on. Your genetic material goes on and on. With the evolution of the species, sublimation transcends immortality......" A voice murmured behind You Nanzhe, who turned around to see a cat soldier in a tattered military uniform and a rifle in his hand praying.

"Science and Technology Priest?" A flash of surprise flashed in You Nanzhe's eyes, but he didn't say much, "Yes, yes, sir, my name is Fei Fan." "The soldier was obviously a little nervous.

"Please go ahead. You Nanzhe took a step back and gave up the place to Fei Fan, he was not good at comforting the dead, and he didn't know what such prayers meant to the dead...... Maybe there is no such consolation, maybe such comfort is not given to the dead, but to the living—remembering the preciousness of life and the responsibility that comes with it...... The responsibility to live well.

Fei Fan nodded, took a step forward, knelt on one knee, touched the forehead of the deceased with one hand, and whispered in his mouth, "Your consciousness will no longer suffer from the discharge of the injured sensory nerve fibers, fear and confusion will be far away from you with your protein body, may your soul be free from the shackles of gravity, with the redshift spectrum shuttling between the stars at the speed of light, and turning into eternity in the universe of electromagnetic waves and ether." With that, he drew two vertically interlaced circles on his chest with his thumb - the shape of atoms and electrons, the symbol of the Cult of Techno. After doing all this, two soldiers from the medical squad who were waiting on the side came over with body bags.

You Nanzhe watched the two soldiers put the corpse into the body bag, sighed wordlessly, looked down at the military registration card in his hand, and said in a low voice: "They ...... Or a recruit. ”

"They gave their lives to the base, and that's valuable enough. ”

"No sacrifice is too great. A flash of red flashed in You Nanzhe's eyes, but then disappeared, and his words had an echolike accent "But life, as the price of loyalty, is too high......" He stood up and turned around, inadvertently picked up the corner of the military uniform, and strung the military registration card with the stack of more than a dozen military registration cards. Turning around, he looked at the demon who was ravaged by Yun Zilong, the flames were raging, and the demons were screaming endlessly, and the red in his eyes was mixed with the black of his pupils: "The price of war, too. ”