In the wilderness of the forest, deep in the mountains, there is a village of a thousand people, rows of houses rising high, surrounded by strange-shaped obstacles, like rows of samurai, guarding this quiet village. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everything was so quiet, but just a few hours ago, a catastrophe fell from the sky, and the unprovoked disaster turned this wild mountain village into a boat in a storm, and the breath of death and despair enveloped it.

This is Ermo Villa, which has become a hell at this time, and the nearby Tiger Village and Ba Shetun have already become a ruin at this time.

Since there was a black iron mine, Ermo Villa suddenly changed its shotgun and changed its weapons and equipment to black iron products, not to mention that even some daily necessities were gradually replaced with black iron products, and the living standard suddenly increased by several grades.

The most prominent thing is that in terms of fortifications, the village chief Mo San adopted Mo Zifan's suggestion and constantly used refined dark iron as the basis to set up fortifications around the village and dig deep traps, so that in addition to the birds that can threaten the lives of the villagers, no beasts can get close to the village.

However, all this was broken some time ago, and suddenly I saw a black cloud coming from the far west, followed by waves of birds and beasts, and even spirit beasts and goblins.

Suddenly there was a surprise attack on the village, unlike the previous ones, this attack was almost like a duel to the death, and these birds and beasts seemed to be corroded, and their bodies released the smell of decay and death, as if they came from hell.

After that, the sky became as black as ink, and the black gas covered the scorching sun and the bright moon, as if it were day, and when they were just facing this great change in the world, the villagers saw the black demonic energy, and looked at those crazy creatures, and thought that they were going to become that ghost.

But the strange thing is that the villagers feel that these black gases do not hurt themselves, but feel that the blood in their bodies seems to be slowly active, and they feel like they are at home in water.

In the first month, under the leadership of Mo San, the villagers relied on the Xuantie weapons and equipment, as well as the fortifications outside the village, to repel the attacks of the monsters again and again.

But as time passed, the fortifications were destroyed, the traps were gradually filled with corpses, and the sky was still covered with black clouds, making it impossible to discern the day.

However, under the alliance of Mo San and the three elders, the villagers resisted the monsters for a month, but the manpower was exhausted after all.

In the second month after the upheaval, the fortifications outside the village were completely destroyed, and the thousands of samurai in the village had lost one-third, and one-third were seriously injured, and the remaining about 300 people were also physically and mentally exhausted, one by one was crumbling, because behind them were their own families, and they were the last barrier, so they gritted their teeth and forcibly persisted.

Without the fortifications, the three hundred samurai who could only rely on the outer walls of the village could not even defend themselves under the attack of monsters from all directions, let alone counterattack.

As a result, the death rate continued to rise, and in the first few days, fifty or sixty people died, all of them died with the last drop of blood, and countless people were wounded.

But none of the seriously injured people, because the seriously injured people have all died, because after a month of bloody fighting, they are almost isolated from the outside world, and the food in the village has been exhausted, and these monsters, the whole body is rotten, the whole body is poisonous, and it is not edible at all, so once the samurai is seriously injured, they must only consume food, which increases the burden on everyone.

Therefore, among the remaining 300 people, there is a rule that cannot be said explicitly, everyone knows it in their hearts, but they don't say it, that is: once you are seriously injured, you must die with the monster.

As for death, more people can be redeemed, and more food can be left, because there is no surplus food in the village to feed the seriously injured.

The battle was so tragic, the old, weak, sick and disabled had already taken refuge in the confinement room, which was the basement where Mo Zifan was confined at the beginning.

There were only more than 200 samurai on the ground, fighting to the death against the monsters day and night, and for more than a month, they would face a battle almost every few hours.

The samurai, including the white-haired three elders, actually persevered, and if it was a small wound, as long as it was not a fatal injury, it would recover in a few days.

Everyone felt strange that they had such a lot of resilience and had persevered for so long, but everyone felt that as time went by, the body gradually changed, and the speed of blood circulation in the body became faster and faster.

The whole body seemed to be full of strength, and even the women and children hiding in the confinement room felt as if they were constantly getting younger, and they persevered for a month and a half.

There were still more than 100 samurai left, but there were still monsters outside the village that joined the battle intermittently, and at this time, the young women and children and the old and weak who were hiding in the confinement room imprisoned their children underground and entered the battle with weapons.

At this time, the battle had extended from the entrance of the village to the core of the village, and their joining did not change the tide of the battle, but only licked hundreds of new corpses.

In the past, the mourning hall, the powerful priest spirit, the guardian spirit of the villagers, suddenly let out a scream on the day of the heavenly surface, and then the stone statue became a pile of broken stones, so from beginning to end, it was not protected by the sacrifice spirit, and the sacrifice spirit abandoned the villagers.

In this way, they fought and retreated, and everyone pushed to the door of the confinement room.

"Mo San, you take someone down, leave us a few old things here. The Great Elder said, and then with Grandpa Mo and the Second Elder, the three of them glanced at each other, guarding the door of the confinement room, resisting the monsters that kept pounced.

"Three elders, I'm the village chief, you all go down, unless these brutes trample on my corpse. Mo San insisted.

"Father. Hearing his words, a tall and slightly chubby young man next to him was suddenly full of sadness, his face was covered with blood, his clothes were in tatters, and his body was full of large and small scars.

"Three fat people, don't be crooked, we are old, it doesn't matter if we die first, if there is no miracle, it's just that we come before you, don't be long-winded, get out of here." Grandpa Mo roared angrily, but the movements in his hands did not stop, his figure was like lightning and thunder, and the Xuantie Sword in his hand was like a gust of wind, the sword flashed, blood splashed, rotten flesh flew sideways, and his strength was actually the peak of soul melting.

Unexpectedly, in a year's time, Grandpa Mo's strength actually recovered as before, and he made a breakthrough, and he was already the strongest person in Ermo Villa.

"Okay, take care, three elders, remember to wait for me. Mo San Fat nodded solemnly, his face was cold, he had become numb, and in the face of death, he was no longer afraid, but faced it calmly.

Mo San and the remaining hundred or so emaciated, scarred warriors stepped into the closed room one by one, singing hunting songs.

The scorching sun is my patron saint, the moon is my guiding light, the forest is my battlefield, my prey when the beast is fierce, the forest, the forest, the paradise I love and fear...

It's like a funeral song, with emotions such as sadness, tragedy, despair, helplessness, frustration, and so on.

And the three white-haired elders led by Grandpa Mo were like three tall giant mountains, stubbornly resisting the door of the confinement room.

(Tonight on the company dinner,Celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival,It's already nine o'clock when I come back.,Hurry out of a chapter.,It's a little late.,Sorry.,I'm dizzy when I drink high.,The next chapter may not be seen until tomorrow morning.,Shuhong wishes everyone again: Happy Festival!)