Haijing City.

The Star Beast Siege continues.

The news is cut off, there is no communication with the outside world, and there is no way to know what is happening in other base cities.

The igusians constantly dropped leaflets to promote the news that Great Xia had fallen completely, and at the same time there were various radio and electromagnetic signals, and repeated psychological warfare.

Some gangs in the city, as well as the latent traitors, and some families who have been co-opted, have also joined forces inside and outside and have done a lot of struggles.

Haijing City almost fell several times.

Fortunately, there are three tough resistance factions in the government department, Xue Xuanqi, Huang Fulai and Zhu Kunyu, and the iron-blooded battles of the disciples of the folk Jingwu Sect, coupled with the sittingness of Song Huaiyuan, the commander of his knife sharpening, every time Haijing City is crumbling, but in the end it is inconceivable to persist.

And at this time, a small number of insiders don't know how many times the figure of the young man who once set off endless bloody storms in Haijing City appeared in their minds.

It's him.

It was this young man under twenty who came to Haijing City alone, like a glimpse, who stopped for no more than three months, but in the shortest possible time, changed the genes of the city.

Coming out of the slums, exterminating the sea sand gang, killing the ronin warriors, beheading the strong Jie Peng, slaughtering the corrupt officials on the wall, stepping on the Jiepeng consulate, and killing the alien saints on the list of saints......

Support the three major non-governmental gangs in the slums and establish Jingwumen.

This pile is a legend.

It was this young man who swept across the sky of Haijing City like a comet, with his enthusiasm and fighting spirit to break the sky, to cut appeasement and compromise into ashes, and to inject toughness and iron blood into his soul.

It's a pity.

This teenager, he died.

In order to appease the anger of the alien race, in order to preserve Haijing City, in order to give an explanation to the Star Council, and in order to buy time for Great Xia to develop and grow......

The boy entered the knife grinding hall alone.

Raise your head and neck, and blood splatters the hot land.

Many people saw the scene where his body was carried out.

And in the slum area of Haijing City, no, now renamed 'Jingwu District', the largest administrative division of the central square, there are two bronze statues of equal proportions.

One is the boy.

One is still the same boy.

A sword raised its eyebrows, and the murderous eyes were about to smash the sky.

Behind a hidden sword, he bowed his head and smiled, gentle and moist.

One is to face the enemy of eternity.

One is to protect the compatriots of Great Xia.

On the stone base below is engraved such a poem: Sending cold stars to Quan, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.

Another poem is engraved on the stone base below: Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowing his head and being willing to be a son of a cow.

Everyone knows that these four lines of poetry are the works of Mr. Lu Xun, a great writer and thinker who was very famous in the history of Great Xia.

But not everyone knows who the young man who deserves these four lines of poetry is.

Because the statue did not leave a name.

Some people feel that they are people who have really existed.

Some people also think that they are the geometry of thousands of young people who have sacrificed themselves for the sake of Great Xia, just like the young man who was carried out of the Knife Grinding Hall that day.

Today, the sun is blazing.

The sun scorched the earth.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the shouting and killing outside the city is a little weaker.

No one knows what happened.

The news of Xia Jingcheng's victory has not yet come.

Even Miguel Edson, the commander of the Igus coalition forces outside the city, did not receive any news from the military's communication channels.

It's just that there was some unnecessary restlessness in the herd.

In particular, many high-level beast kings exuded very irritable emotions.

But under the supervision of the envoys of the Star Council, this agitation was quickly suppressed by the bullets.

The herd did not break down.

Still under the drive, he continued to attack the already mutilated and blood-stained red walls of Haijing City.

on the city walls.

The never-ending battle continues.

The soldiers and warriors defending the city were very tired.

Li Buyi and Long Zhengfei inspected the city defense with tired faces, and when they saw the crisis, they took action to solve it.

But whether it is internal qi or energy, the two of them have reached the end of their strong crossbows.

Inside the city.

The atmosphere was confused and the scene was decadent.

Several civil strife within a year caused serious injuries and trauma to this innumerable city, and many ancient buildings were destroyed.

Many landmarks have also been damaged.

Even the city government office building has been attacked, more than once.

Almost all the young men in the city were engaged in defending the city.

The streets are sparsely populated.

The prosperity of yesteryear is gone.

Haijing City, known as 'the first prosperous base city in East Asia', is like a fast-aging red face, and its youth is gone, leaving only a bleak old age.

Jingwu District, Central Square.

A lame, scar-faced man, with a broom in his hand, is limping through the trash in the square.

He was dressed in a coarse cloth cleaner's suit, and the skin on his hands and feet underneath the clothes was slow due to the after-effects of the burns.

Every movement of the broom was extremely difficult for him.

One of the man's faces was burned by the flames.

At first glance, it looks like a half-melted wax figure, ugly and terrifying, enough to scare a crying child.

In the sun, he was slow, but he swept seriously.

It took him two hours to sweep away the debris around the twin statues.

Carefully swept away the debris around him, then slowly straightened his waist, exhaled a few breaths, and squeezed into a slit in his eyes, Lou revealed a ray of pain.

He looked up and silently looked at the two statues in front of him.

Whether it is 'Blood Xuanyuan' or 'Ruzi Niu', the two statues are lifelike, and as a person who has really left his mark on the life of a teenager, the man has to admit that these two sculptures have reached the level of works of art.

"That's nice."

He whispered in admiration, glad that his old friend was now receiving such an evaluation.

"They all said you were dead."

"But I don't believe it."

"You guy, so cunning and so strong, must be alive and well somewhere in the world, right?"

The man muttered under his breath.

There was a hint of pain in his eyes.

"I used to stand in the sun, just like you, but now I ...... Brother, I'm sorry I let you down, I became the coward who ran away, abandoned my homeland, and now I don't even have the strength to hold a sword......"

"I'm like a rat in the gutter, struggling to stay alive just to ......"

He spoke silently to the statue.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him.

"Daddy."

A little girl in shabby clothes came running from a distance.

The man turned his head, limped to meet him, and said, "Why are you here?" What about Mom? ”

"There's a guest at home."

The little girl rushed to the man's side, not afraid of the ugly face at all, held his arm tightly, and said with a smile: "Mom asked me to come to you." ”

"Guests? Who is it? ”

The man was curious.

Since they came to Haijing City, their family has no relatives and friends, how can there be guests in broad daylight?

"I don't know, Mom just said let me come to you." The little girl said sensibly: "Let you go back quickly." ”

The man was shocked.

Could it be that the scum scum who covets his wife's beauty is making trouble?

Some people died, but not completely......