……

"Brother Kong, look, these seemingly completely unrelated things are mixed together, hehe, they don't need to be burned to smoke!"

"Eh, don't go! I'll clean up when I'm done! ”

"Brother Kong, look, it's a cannon battle like this! That's how the artillery battle came about! But I know, so I'm not the best person in our gang? Oh, oh, and you, brother Kong, then I'm the second, hehe~. ”

"Brother Kong, you'd better take care of them, you said a few days ago that you wouldn't let them drink more. But yesterday I saw a group of them go drinking, and then they used their strength to bully people. If you continue like this, Brother Kong, your reputation will be ruined! ”

"Brother Kong, let's pack up and run away, this group of people may be born at this level, even if you teach them more kung fu, they can't support the wall in the mud...... Okay, Brother Kong, you are too righteous, if it were me, I would be able to kill my relatives with righteousness. ”

“…… Brother Kong, ah! Well, I admit that you hit me, yes, they hurt me...... How? Hehe, I told you before, you don't seem to remember, the more powerful the artillery battle, it can be used as explosives, not only that, I also recently discovered ...... Well? Don't let me play with dynamite anymore? …… Oh, well, I'll listen to you, hehe......"

……

"Wow, I was thinking of saving you, but ...... It's worthy of you, Brother Kong, even such an in-stream master is not your opponent. Hehe, I didn't use explosives, you didn't let me finish talking before: different things can be mixed to tear people apart, or they can kill people invisibly. ”

"Okay, now the fools who can't figure it out are dead, I found someone who is willing to take us in, Brother Kong, you are very favorable, go with me...... Feed! Brother Kong! Don't run! ”

……

Fukong slowly opened the pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to have snowflakes drifting, and when he first woke up, he was still in a trance, but soon, these eyes focused again.

Did you still have a dream after coming down from the theater? It's a long memory.

He stood up and patted the dust off his body.

At this time, he was in a trench, except for him who actually had the mind to close his eyes and rest, the other soldiers were all waiting solemnly. Got the news that the enemy was going to have an attack tonight, and they were going to hold this line.

However, no one dared to say anything about Fukong's behavior, and even some people would reduce their movements around him to avoid disturbing him.

After all, that's their god of war.

Although it has been a long time since Fukong unloaded his armor and returned to the field, but the outbreak of this war, he went to the battlefield again, which was indeed doubtful at first, but soon even his own shocking achievements reminded everyone of what kind of existence this former war hero was.

In today's decline of martial arts, it is all amazing to have such a martial god-like existence.

At this moment, a man walked briskly through the trench, came to Fukong, greeted him, and handed a letter.

"A letter from your wife."

Fukong is not tall, but with those strange eyes and his momentum, it is difficult for ordinary people to raise their heads in front of him, but it seems that he is more than a step shorter.

Fukong took the letter, opened it on the spot, and read it, moving quickly and with some urgency.

After reading it, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, but it quickly disappeared again. Then he found a pen and paper directly from the side, wrote two letters, and handed them to the person who sent the letter.

After the instructions were given, the messenger walked away quickly.

The few temperatures that Fukong had had disappeared as the letter was put away, and he sat down cross-legged again, slowly closing his eyes.

He had just gone to the theater, and he was busy and saw everyone else again after a long absence.

Then, I heard something from Roshi, who was away for a while and seemed to miss a lot.

Some information was also relayed about the Boundary Breakers......

Suddenly, the sound of the trumpet tore through the false silence of the night.

Fukong quickly opened his eyes.

"Enemy attack!" The sentry shouted.

Here we go.

He quickly turned his head and turned straight out of the trench, making it completely unclear that he was on the defender. However, for his maverick who does not follow the actions of the large army at all, the people around him are also used to it.

There is only one command for this martial god who cares about the war and re-enters the battlefield: don't care unless it's important.

To put it bluntly, don't care how he acts, don't worry about the battle, do your part in the back, and watch Fukong kill indiscriminately in front and it's over.

What kind of guard war, as long as Fukong is there, it will always end up being a war of extermination.

The battle in front of the battle line lasted about ten minutes.

It's not that it took Fukong ten minutes to slaughter the opponent's raiding army, he rarely used all his strength, the power caused was too great, and it was difficult to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy on the battlefield.

However, even if he doesn't play more than one percent, it is enough for the enemy to regard him as a killing god.

The figure is like the wind, and the hurricane is so strong that the head is broken, this is one of the descriptions of the enemy to Fukong.

What kind of firearm thermal weapon is like a toy in front of him, not much stronger than a burning stick, what new armor is the difference between a piece of paper and a paper folded in half.

Ten minutes, it was the other party who realized that this front was actually guarded by Fukong, and directly and decisively ordered the withdrawal of troops.

The commander of the opposing side obviously had a full understanding of the strength of his own force, and he also had a considerable understanding of Fukong, so he quickly realized what the result would be if he continued to stumble.

On the small mound, Fukong's figure stood silently, surrounded by countless headless corpses, and various weapons fell all over the ground.

That back deeply ingrained the word "invincible" into the hearts of everyone who saw this scene.

……

The battle here was over, and the next day Fuku sat in the vehicle that went to the next front that needed his support.

Although this scene is very shocking for ordinary people, it is just a very ordinary thing that he has experienced repeatedly during this time.

Knowing his efficiency and strength, although he has not been transferred to participate in some key battlefields due to various considerations, checking and filling gaps has become his main job during this time.

Although he couldn't make a final decision when he went out of the mountain, and he could only run around and run around, which made him not very happy, but it was easy to say that he could be regarded as appeasing him.

However, it was almost the deadline he gave above.

If they didn't end all the fighting within the predetermined deadline he had set, and at least have the upper hand to reassure him, he would consider solving these matters directly by himself.

In this position, it is a dereliction of duty to have power and not use it, this is how he thinks of himself.

Although he understands the various considerations above, and some of these interests struggle, he can tolerate the ignorance of these ignorant people, but if he delays his reunion with his family for such a long time, his temper may not only be directed against foreign enemies.

Moreover, many of the fronts he went to fill were battlefields where there were not even mage enemies.

There is not a single enemy who can pass, it is still too boring.

The hostile empire was a prosperous era of magic, in which the divine power was in power, and the faith was the foundation, and those magicians had developed a very powerful variety of magic for a long time.

The dynasty where Fukong is located is relatively still mixed with the barbaric growth of foreign arts, and the martial arts are still in a period of dying struggle.

In this kind of painful period, it is really difficult to have an advantage in the outbreak of war with a foreign power.

Not to mention that even the other party's weapon development at the ordinary material level seems to be vaguely higher than that of the dynasty.

A little thought about it gave Fukong a bit of a headache.

Under such circumstances, along with the turmoil of the government and the opposition, something may vaguely happen.

There are some foreseeable situations, but Fukong doesn't really want to pay attention to them, and just hopes that it won't develop too ugly.

His thoughts drifted back to his home, and he thought of his friends in the theater again.

It seems that the only people who are still busy tossing and turning now are him and Roshi.

Although Liangdao doesn't seem to settle down yet, Fukong doesn't worry much about him at all, and that's the confidence that Liangdao has always brought him.

I just hope that Roshi's salted fish hunter doesn't slack off.

Some envy Rhett, is he really living a successful retirement life, and that situation can be regarded as having both children under his knees? Scold.

There is also the head of the troupe. It's a pity that I couldn't meet him on a previous trip, and outside the world of the boundary zone, something big will happen soon.

Thinking about it makes Fukong feel tired.

The world he lives in is so troublesome, and the bigger world outside must be more complicated and troublesome.

Although there is strength to settle a lot, after all, those who are not crazy about power and authority will still be somewhat tired in the end.

Not necessarily.

After all, it's the troupe leader.

He didn't seem to have to worry too much.

We have all gone through the ordeal and are not afraid of any trial.

(End of chapter)