Kyushu Western Front Battlefield.

The smell of gunpowder has never dissipated in the past few months, and Zhang Quan, a 'veteran' who has been in the army for more than a year, is lying in a tunnel covered with scorched earth, holding a telescope and secretly observing the plain a few kilometers away.

The corpses of the tanks there were like tombstones, reminding Zhang Quan of the "mass graves" in his hometown.

I heard the old man say that after the source beast invaded the war, the corpses and remains that had no appearance were buried together.

Zhang Quan was so scared that he didn't dare to walk the road next to the mass grave at all, until one day, he was too late from school, so he could only grit his teeth and walk that way home.

Blue ghost fire floated in the air, and Zhang Quan felt that he had stepped on a bone with every step.

Holding back his fear and fear, he quickened his pace.

Suddenly, his foot kicked something hard and he tripped and fell to the ground.

The flashlight fell, and the light rolled in a hurry, and finally locked at Zhang Quan's feet.

He was so frightened that he cried, but when he saw it clearly, he froze for a few seconds.

It was an old steel helmet with a five-pointed star on it.

Zhang Quan didn't know why he was not so scared, he dug out the corpse with his hands.

It was a warrior who had been dead for decades, clutching a broken rifle in his hand, shattered shoulder bones, and tooth marks left by something on his thigh bones.

His clothes had been eroded, only the armband was clearly visible.

"The People's Army of Kyushu."

In the second half of the road, Zhang Quan walked quickly, but not because he was afraid.

When he got home, Zhang Quan told his father about it, and his father told his grandmother after learning about it.

Grandma was stunned, leaned on crutches, and ran to the community committee overnight to report the situation in tears.

"I was rescued by our Kyushu soldiers back then, you should send someone to take a look, you can't let the bones of the heroes fall into the wilderness."

The next day, the archaeological excavation team arrived at the mass grave and excavated the area.

In the end, three civilian bones, more than 5,600 warrior bones, and thirteen source beast bones were found.

This is not a mass grave, it is a battlefield.

Tracing the information learned that in order to cover the withdrawal of the residents of this small city, a local brigade delayed the attack of the source beast for eighteen hours at the cost of almost all sacrifices.

Later, a monument to the martyrs was built here, and Zhang Quan often came here to sweep the grave and lay flowers.

In 1150, he enlisted in the army, just in time for the campaign.

"Squad leader, company commander order, change guards with the sixth squad in ten minutes!" Zhao Yingying, the youngest soldier in their squad, said.

Zhang Quan's thoughts were pulled back to reality, he nodded, glanced at the immature Zhao Yingying, and said, "Xiao Zhao, how are you thinking about going to the front line?" ”

Zhao Yingying's little face became serious, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Squad leader, I'm ready!" ”

"Hahaha," on the side, another veteran Lao Zhao laughed and said, "Stinky boy, you can see clearly, this coalition army is nothing to fear, our squad has been guarding for half a month, and we have injured one of the old wells, everyone else is fine, don't be a soft egg, come, stand up like a man!" ”

Zhao Yingying nodded vigorously: "Mmmm! ”

As the youngest soldier, Zhao Yingying was only eighteen years old, spent the first eighteen years of his life in a greenhouse, studied hard, and was a good child who satisfied his parents, but when the conscription order was issued, Zhao Yingying immediately went to the conscription office to report his name, and changed his name to take the word "hero".

Faced with the doubts of his family and his childhood sweetheart's girlfriend, Zhao Yingying said: "People always have ideals, I can't always stay in a comfortable environment, I should experience and fight!" ”

After training, Zhao Yingying took the initiative to invite Ying to the front line and came here.

But the gap between the ideal and the reality is huge, when the cannon fire descended from the sky and the earth trembled like waves, Zhao Yingying fell to the ground and cried.

Zhang Quan and Lao Zhao desperately pulled him into the tunnel, so that Zhao Yingying was not blown into bloody mud.

"You're looking for death!"

"A recruit is a recruit!"

“......”

In the following half a month, Zhao Yingying squatted in the pit to overcome the fear in his heart, but fortunately, the enemy's attack did not suddenly increase, and Zhao Yingying did not need to come up.

In the past half a month, Zhao Yingying finally convinced himself that he had the courage to participate in the battle.

"Isn't it just death, what's there to be afraid of, I'm wearing this military uniform!"

Zhang Quan glanced at his watch, and there were still three minutes before the room change.

He conveyed the order to the eight fighters in the squad and prepared to evacuate the position.

At this moment, Zhang Quan suddenly felt the corners of his eyes flash, and he looked to the north suspiciously, only to see that on the high ground, a pair of white wings were vibrating gently, shaking off countless light feathers.

On the high ground, a warrior touched the light feather, and the next moment it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

A second later, Zhang Quan shouted hoarsely, "Divine Attack!" ”

At the same time, the command also issued an early warning message.

"The Soshen Radar has found out that there are one hundred and fifty sixth-order king-level and ten seventh-order emperor-level powerhouses approaching on the Western Front!!"

Terrible sirens rang out in all positions.

Several lines of defense in front were breached in an instant, and the regular forces of the coalition forces were immediately dispatched to quickly occupy the positions lost by the Kyushu national army.

More than a hundred figures stood in the air, and with a flap of their wings, they swept out a distance of thousands of meters.

"Missile lock, launch!"

On the ground, the Kyushu National Missile Unit launched a counterattack.

Whoosh!

One by one, the missiles were shot at these more than 100 powerhouses above the king level.

However, they were on guard, and quickly changed direction after spotting the missile, forcing the missile to change its course, and then used this time gap to launch an attack to destroy the missile in mid-air.

Boom Boom!

The missile unit looked at the missile that exploded at a high altitude, and his heart sank.

"Kill them!" An alliance emperor-level powerhouse said coldly.

"Yes!" The king-level powerhouses received the order and quickly pulled down and attacked the missile troops.

The missile troops who had no time to withdraw at the front were powerless in the face of the king-level powerhouses, and a king-level powerhouse easily slapped the missile cart into the air, and then killed all the soldiers.

High in the air, the Kyushu fighter plane urgently rose into the air to intercept it, but soon encountered the coalition fighter plane that also invaded the airspace of the Kyushu State......

A certain missile unit.

Rumble!

The missile truck was thrown 100 meters away by a huge force, and a violent explosion occurred, and the squad leader and deputy squad leader, who had not had time to withdraw, were killed in the flames.

The surviving little warrior raised his head and saw a king-level powerhouse standing in the air.

He was armed with a greatsword, wearing silver armor, and his white wings vibrated behind him.

From the cross helmet, the little warrior could not feel the emotions of the guardian angel, only to see him raise his greatsword and slash at himself.

Burst!

The sword light appeared out of thin air, killing the helpless little warrior with a powerful wind pressure.

"Stop!"

An angry shout, accompanied by rolling purple thunder.

Rumble!

The purple thunder struck the guardian angel, and the bright light exploded, and the guardian angel flew upside down, retreating hundreds of meters before it could stop.

Jiang Fan landed in front of the little warrior, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, and looked at the guardian angel coldly.

The guardian angel stared at Jiang Fan and slowly said two words: "Jiang Fan? ”

Jiang Fan raised his sword and said in a cold voice: "Exactly!" ”