Fireworks obscured the scene in the clearing, but the gunfire and screams stopped, and only the sound of heavy rain rang out.

"Phew!"

Smith stood up, his face cold.

The other mercenaries also stood up.

"Are they fools? Running into the clearing? A mercenary scoffed.

"Brothers, kill the mending knife that is not dead." Smith said coldly.

"Okay!" The mercenaries responded, changed the magazines for their guns, and walked into the smoke and dust.

The wind blew, and the smoke and dust slowly dispersed.

"There are still alive!" An exclamation.

Puff puff!

Then came the dull sound of a blade entering the body.

The mercenaries who walked in front fell to their knees in horror, clutching their pierced throats.

One by one, figures stood up, rifles and swords with bayonets in their hands.

In front of them, there were three rows of people who had been blown out of human shape.

Their bodies and blood were projected backwards because they were standing in front of them.

"Comrades, kill me!" A loud shout full of rage.

Bang!

The grim-faced young man came out, stabbing a musket with a bayonet in his hand into the stomach of a caught mercenary off guard, and then pulling it out.

Blood splattered on the young man, who roared and continued to charge.

"Rush! Kill!!! The others roared and followed, engaging the mercenaries in hand-to-hand combat.

One of them took out a rusty trumpet, held it up, and blew something hard.

When the trumpet sounded, the enthusiastic shout erupted silently, and the light in his eyes condensed at this moment.

The blood washed away the fatigue flowing in their chests, and they had no sophisticated equipment, no powerful spirits, only fierce beliefs.

Tattered clothes, crude rifles, sharpened swords, desperate screams.

These things constituted a picture that Smith could not comprehend, and his fear and disgust for the Bactrian people in later generations originated from this moment.

Burst!

A crooked bayonet entered the body, a faded butt smashed into the head, and a foot in straw sandals was kicked in the abdomen.

The mercenaries were defeated.

The team that was bloodied by the explosion tore Smith and their array to shreds.

Smith's eyebrows flickered, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and the speed at which he summoned the Thirteen Apostles was a little slower.

Brush!

Thirteen black-robed figures appeared in front of him, and he was about to give the order to kill, but he saw a man in overalls suddenly rushing towards him.

He looked up and saw that the man was holding a sledgehammer in his hand, and at the center of his brow was a crimson hammer-shaped spirit.

The sledgehammer was raised high and fell.

Burst!

The apostles were immediately shattered and annihilated, and the thirteen apostles rushed up one by one, and they were destroyed at the touch of another touch!

Smith's eyes narrowed, and he turned and fled.

He had given up command, he had given up his men, and now he just wanted to escape alive.

He felt like he had met a real demon.

Wulin landed, carrying a giant hammer, looking at Smith who was fleeing quickly, snorted coldly, and no longer pursued, but went to kill other remnant enemies.

......

The rain hasn't stopped, it's still falling.

The guerrillas dragged the corpses to the ground, which were quickly filled with bloody water.

Tang Weimin walked in front of the surviving sinners, his eyes were moist, he lowered his head, and said bitterly: "I'm sorry, we're late!" ”

The partisans all bowed their heads and bit their lipes.

"No, you're not late, we can't survive alone....." A middle-aged man cried.

So the cries began one after another, and the sinners asked who the guerrillas were.

The team members replied: "We are Daxia people. ”

Tang Weimin walked among the surviving sinners, and he suddenly saw a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

The boy sat blankly on the ground, his eyes blank.

"Hello." Tang Weimin squatted in front of the boy and held the boy's hand, "I'm Tang Weimin, what's your name?" ”

The boy's eyes were still hollow, and he stared at the body that had been dragged away, looking for his parents.

Tang Weimin moved the boy's head over and didn't let him see the corpses, he looked into his eyes and asked gently, "I'm Tang Weimin, what's your name?" ”

The boy didn't answer, but there seemed to be a little light in his empty eyes.

"I'm Tang Weimin, what's your name?" Tang Weimin asked again, he grabbed the boy's hand, and simply hugged the boy again.

The boy, shivering from the cold, suddenly woke up, and his tears poured out like a tidal wave, and he began to cry loudly, and his body twitched.

Tang Weimin hugged the boy tightly, and the rain slipped down his cheeks.

He kept saying in the boy's ear, "What's your name?" What is your name? ”

The boy found his way of thinking in the great blow that was enough to break his spirit, and his thoughts that were about to collapse followed the repetitive question and gave two words, which made the boy's brain continue to think.

"Xuan...... Close. ”

"Okay, hallway." Tang Weimin said, "Remember, your name is Xuanguan, you are Xuanguan......"

......

Thundered! ——

The thunder pulled the hallway back from his memory, he rubbed his eyes, and continued walking, when he suddenly saw the ruins of a city appear not far ahead.

The ruins of City No. 014 have arrived.

Riverside.

Tatsuno stared at the stone tablets that spread from one side of the river to the other, counting the numbers.

"Sixty-four, sixty-four...... In the "I Ching Bagua", kan is eight, representing water, eight, eight, sixty-four......"

"Deputy Commander Long, Chief Commander Xuan has arrived!" A shout.

Tatsuno turned around and happily greeted the entrance.

Genkan smiled at Tatsuno: "The situation is still stable." ”

"Stability, just waiting for you to open the temple." Tatsuno said.

"Okay." The entrance nodded, he followed Tatsuno to the river, first listened to Tatsuno explain the inscription, and then walked alone to the first stele.

The entrance licked his lips, half of his body soaked in water.

In fact, as early as when he approached the river, he felt his eyebrows tremble.

"Xuanwu...... The elephant of the turtle and snake has a carapace and can resist insults; It has scales and horns, and is full of combat effectiveness. Guarding the north, presiding over the wind and rain, and defeating fire with water, he is the god of disaster relief. We believe in planting blessings and protecting the country and the people. ”

The entrance muttered, his eyes becoming firm, and he raised his hand and put it on the top of the stone tablet.

Airplanes! ——

A strange humming sound sounded, and in the center of the entrance, the spirit turtle spirit shone violently.

The whole river suddenly swelled with rolling waves, which crashed against the entrance and stone monuments, and shattered into countless splashes.

The rain was heavier, and a dense curtain of rain almost obscured the view.

The entrance was walking in the water, and black scales appeared on his arms and sideburns.

The water submerged his face, but he breathed freely in the water and put his hand on the second stone tablet.

Then, the third, the fourth......

Tatsuno and the others couldn't see the entrance anymore, he walked into the rain in the river and disappeared.

Everyone's hearts tugged and they looked nervously ahead.