They are the Black Armor Army, and they will die on the battlefield and sacrifice their lives for the country.

Wang Yue was holding a war knife, and the fire bulls behind him were roaring, rushing to the front.

The battle continues, it continues, it escalates.

The battle is intensifying, and the casualties of the Black Armor are increasing.

This is a battle without suspense, Wang Yue's fighting skills have been perfected, and he can achieve great results in every surprise attack.

Wang Yue's spear poked a hole in the belly of the fire bull like a dragon, and then pulled out the spear and slammed it into the chest of the black armor army.

...........

The tributaries of the river are rippling on the surface of the water, sparkling with tiny waves.

The rainy season in the south always comes so quickly, but after a few days, there are several light rains, and these fine raindrops fall on the stone slabs, splashing in clusters.

The fish and shrimp in the river are running to the shore, churning in the icy water, swimming happily, they are playing, they are celebrating.

On the river beach, a group of black-clothed people stood there, their bodies wrapped in black robes, their burly bodies, and their bodies were full of slaughter.

A big man stood on the riverbank, his arms on his knees, looking up at the sky with white mist drifting in the sky.

Behind him, a skinny teenager knelt on the riverbank.

The boy was dressed in black and wore a hat on top of his head.

He was emaciated, his black clothes were tattered, his face was stained with mud, and he looked like a beggar.

His hands were tied behind his back, and the ropes swayed slightly in the wind, looking rather terrifying.

To his left is a veteran of the Black Armor Army, and to his right is a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked to be in his early thirties, with a handsome face, dressed in a white shirt, with slender fingers like jade onions, his skin was fair, his body was thin, and his eyes were bright, as if they were carved out of a piece of jade.

The boy's legs trembled, his lips were bitten, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"I ...... Please...... Let me go...... I'm never going to run away again...... Please...... Let me go......"

The boy's voice was hoarse, full of supplication.

He was taken prisoner, in danger, and he couldn't help himself.

"Hahahaha......"

"How? Have you thought about it? ”

The middle-aged man asked with his eyes lowered.

The veterans of the Black Armor Army and the middle-aged man all stared at the emaciated young man.

The thin boy shook his head with his hands tied behind his back and said, "I don't understand anything...... I don't know what you're going to do......"

There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "You are all smart people and know what to do. ”

When the young man heard this, he immediately said in a hurry: "I don't understand what you're talking about...... I really don't understand anything......"

Before the young man's words fell, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

The boy was grabbed by the shoulders and jerked up.

He felt a piercing pain in his shoulder, as if it were tearing.

A hideous gash of blood appeared on his shoulder, and the blood slowly slid down his neck.

He screamed in pain, his feet kicking on the riverbank, his hands struggling to break free from the middle-aged man's grip.

But his hands were tied behind his back, and there was no way to break free, but he made a louder noise.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man, sneered, and then let go of his hand and let the young man fall to the ground.

The boy fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his face was terribly pale, and tears were pouring down his eyes.

The rain began to fall again, and the sound of the dripping rain drowned out all the sounds, but he heard the indifferent voice of the middle-aged man.

The rain was heavier, falling on the heads of the men in black, on the boy's body, hitting his cheeks and wetting the boy's hair.

"Be sure to find the shallowest place to open the river!" The middle-aged man ordered.

"Yes, Chief!"

A black-armored soldier replied.

The leader of the Black Armor turned and left.

He is the commander of this group of Black Armor and is responsible for monitoring the river.

The boy they caught was none other than the most water-savvy in the villages.

The main reason why they arrested this teenager was to explore the depth of the river bottom.

"I really don't understand......," the boy said, crying.

The rain was loud and drowned out his words, but the words were heard by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the young man, his eyes flashing with a fierce look.

He walked slowly to the river, crouched down, picked up a handful of water, and sprinkled it again.

The boy knew how shallow the river was, but he could see that the group of people seemed to want to do something about it.

"Leader......" A veteran of the Black Armor Army leaned over and said, "I just took a look, although the situation of the river is not very clear, but as long as we are careful, there will be no danger." ”

"Hehe......." the middle-aged man smiled.

He patted the veteran on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case." We have already lost too much to afford to take that risk again. ”

The veteran nodded hurriedly.

The veteran looked at the boy again, "We are .........."

The middle-aged man interrupted the words of the black-armored veteran and said lightly: "Our identity is not allowed to be passed on, this is a military order." ”

In particular, there were many displaced people in the vicinity of Hongdu who acted as the eyes and ears of the rebels, and the digging of the river, except for a few people, was kept secret from most of the soldiers until the plan was thoroughly implemented.

Raindrops fell from the sky like diamonds, slamming into the ground and splashing in streams.

In the distance, a group of figures faded into obscurity in the rain, and only the determined leader stood out as distinct.

Clad in a black robe, the rain slid across his face, but his gaze remained steadfast, as if it didn't matter to him.

At this moment, a strong wind blew, rolling up the waves and flying like butterflies.

And the group also swayed in the wind, only the leader still stood as firm as Mount Tai.

The rain became more and more intense, and everyone, everything, and everything was shrouded in the rain, but the leader still stood in place, his eyes steadfast, as if he were the master of the storm.

In such a situation, an ordinary person may have already flinched, but the leader is unwavering, he is the leader of this group, and his own faith and determination make him unshakable.

The middle-aged man looked up into the distance and said lightly, "We have to try our best to ensure everyone's safety." ”

His tone was calm, but it gave a strong conviction that he was the leader of the group.

The rain became heavier and heavier, enveloping everything in the heavens and the earth in a curtain of rain, obscuring all the scenery.

"Yes! Chieftain! The veteran replied.

The black-armored veteran nodded, and didn't continue.

The boy heard their conversation with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing what they were talking about.

The young man raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked, "You guys...... What exactly is to be done? “

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at him and said lightly, "You are not qualified to know." ”

The middle-aged man's expression was extremely cold, without the slightest pity.

He walked slowly up to the boy and looked at him condescendingly.

The boy looked up at him, his face pale.

The middle-aged man stared into his eyes, was silent for a moment, and then sighed.

His eyes revealed a deep sadness and helplessness, as if he had experienced countless storms and heavy setbacks.

The surrounding landscape is extremely desolate, with a patch of yellow sand and dried vegetation forming this desolate desert. In the distance is a huge mountain, as if a lonely watchman, silently watching the wasteland.

The middle-aged man was tall and had a resolute face, but he looked a little tired at the moment. His hands were in his trouser pockets, and he leaned forward slightly, as if waiting for something.

The words are moving, as if with a deep sense of vigilance and reminder. His words are full of deep meaning, and one can't help but want to think deeply.

The sigh seems to contain too much helplessness and exhaustion, making people feel that he has experienced too many setbacks and tribulations.

In the quiet desert, only the sound of the breeze and the words of the middle-aged man echoed in the air.

The eyes are deep and warm, as if to remind him not to give up easily, and to seize every opportunity in life.

The middle-aged man stared into his eyes, was silent for a moment, and then sighed and said, "Don't you take the only chance to live?" ”

The young man looked at the middle-aged man with a confused look in his eyes, as if he was seeking an answer.

"You only have two paths to choose from right now."

"One way is death, and the other way is surrender." The middle-aged man said lightly: "Choose!" ”

The boy gave his reason.

"This river is a matter of life and death for our villagers, and I can't risk telling you."

The boy guessed what he and the others were going to do with the river.

"You can't do that."

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Why can't it?" ”

"No way!"

The young man said hurriedly, his eyes resolute, as if he was extremely concerned about the lives of his fellow citizens.

"If the river is diverted, the consequences will be terrible, and you will lose your conscience in doing so!" The boy righteously accused.

His tone was agitated, even a little angry.

The boy was furious because he could not bear to see the lives of his fellow villagers threatened.

However, in the face of the anger of the teenager, the middle-aged man always looked like he was unwavering.

But the young man knew better that if these people insisted on doing this, he couldn't stop it at all, his strength was too low, and he couldn't even resist, so he could only let the tragedy happen.

And the only thing he could do was pray to God that the tragedy would not happen.

He didn't believe that there really would be a heaven in this world, and he could only pray that God would bless his relatives and friends.

"How are you going to stop this?" The boy asked in a deep voice.