Of course, Qin Lin understood that there was no good or bad in the so-called war, only different positions.

The demon beasts on the other side are not bad withdrawals, maybe on their side, they represent justice, and on their own side, they are completely evil.

In their minds, maybe they just want to find a new place to live, is that wrong?

That's right!

But the behavior of the demon beast completely touched the bottom line of Jiangnan, which led to this so-called war.

If the monster beast can coexist peacefully with Jiangnan, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, then can it coexist peacefully?

He doesn't know, he just knows that don't think too much in the war, just kill.

By now, he couldn't remember how many demon beasts he had killed, and his sword was a bit heavy, and a sword stained with too much blood might really become heavy and difficult to lift········

He had no strength··········

As a powerhouse of the eighth rank of the Divine Yuan Realm, Qin Lin, who has comprehended the two artistic conceptions, has fought to the last trace of strength out of his body, and now he wants to put down the butcher knife in his hand, sleep well, and make up for his lost physical strength and mind.

Lei Yunchong also fell, gasping heavily, as if a person who had had asthma for decades but couldn't breathe suddenly opened the channel to breathe, so greedy, so hard········

Yi Yifu has extreme speed, as long as there is still spiritual power available, no demon beast can catch up with him, but he has a few more cuts on his body, and his blood is red and bloody.

In the corner, Qi Lao Diao smoked a big cigarette stick, and when the strong and pungent smell of smoke and dust came out of his mouth, the feeling was perhaps only known to him, and it was an indescribable satisfaction··········

"At this time, being able to take a bite is really a virtue of good life in God········· He looked at the sky and said his last words········

Behind him, there were people lying in all directions, those men from remote mountain villages in the west of the Yangtze River, hungry women, dead and wounded, they gathered together, around Qi Lao Diao, tears in their eyes.

It can be said that it is the leadership of Qi Lao Diao that has the continuation and prosperity of the village, otherwise they have ignorant and painful fools...

Of course, they are also miserable now, but they know why they are sad. Isn't this kind of sadness another kind of happiness, at least when the village chief leaves, he is satisfied.

More and more people are falling, some of them have lost their breath before they fall, fighting with the last bit of strength to fight the enemy, and more people have lost consciousness without even having the qualifications to fall.

It was a terrible battle, a battle created by different beliefs and different positions, and it was fought to the death··········

"Huh········· It's like········· I'm going to die········" Qin Lin's smile was a little bitter, he only ran out of here a few days ago, and now he is facing death again······

Just like the mad lion said, what is there to fear from death? He is really not afraid of death, and he dared to come to Jiangnan alone from the City of God King back then, and he experienced a lot of difficulties.

It's just that, as Xuelian said, she has carried too much baggage on her body, and it's really a pity to die now······

But if things happen again, maybe I will go out of this way········

He really can't do that kind of thing of escaping.

If this is a struggle, he will also consider a tactical retreat, after all, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but this is war, and no man wants to be a deserter········

"Alas······ My life········ It seems like nothing has been accomplished··········"

Reminiscing about life is a very wonderful process, many things will pass by in a flash, many things will be fresh in the memory, and there are many things that I can't remember if they happened·········

There was always a voice in his head shouting, come back······· Where to go back?

"Maybe······ It's talking about the soul returning to its hometown··········"

He watched the monster's footsteps get closer and closer, and closed his eyes quietly········ Maybe there are really a lot of regrets, but in the current situation, he doesn't regret his choice.

It's worth dying!

At least, he saved a lot of people, at least, he saved a lot of families, didn't he? Although, I don't know if those people will survive in the end, whether those families will still be shattered, but it is no longer something he can manage, and if he dies, it will be a hundred gone.

"Whoosh..." Thorn ······"

A sharp arrow burst through the air, piercing the beast's head, piercing its body, and shooting straight into the ground, the arrow embedded deep in the dirt.

Qin Lin hurriedly opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in shock. How much force does this arrow need?

You know, even if he can barely cut off a demon beast at close range with all his strength, they are born with strong bodies.

But this arrow ·········· Where did you shoot from?

Who shot it?

Whoosh whoosh ··········· Whoosh whoosh ··········· Whoosh whoosh ··········· Whoosh whoosh ···········

Countless sharp arrows pierced the night sky, and these sharp arrows seemed to have eyes, and each of them headed towards the demon beast, and they were almost killed.

When his mind cleared up, Qin Lin knew the origin of this arrow, and his heart could be regarded as settled········

This is an arrow that can only be owned by the military, whether it is designed or used, there are very strict standards, such an arrow, even in the hands of an ordinary person, can burst out with unimaginable power.

The military usually arranges a team of these in each battle sequence, and conducts a sweep before the battle, eliminating as much local living force as possible, which is a conventional tactic.

"The First Army, clear on the left, pay attention to your own defenses ·······" The second army, flanking around the rear, cut off the enemy's retreat ·······" The Third Army, frontal sniping, is holding these out here·······"

The monstrous sound reverberated throughout the battlefield, and behind the rows of archers, countless clouds of dust could be seen in the night sky.

The so-called first army usually refers to the front army, while the second army is the middle army, and the third army is the rear army········

The front army is flanked and flanked, the rear army is outflanked, and the Chinese army is facing head-on, such tactics are very common in the military, Qin Lin once heard his father and eldest brother tell about many famous battles of the military, among which there are such conventional tactics·········

Of course, the tactical arrangement is only a prelude, and the real war burns all over the mountains and forests with the blowing of the trumpet.

The first round of intensive arrow attacks just now slaughtered the demon beasts in the vicinity, buying time for the transfer of the army, taking advantage of these times, the Chinese army also has a chance to pull back those who are not yet dead, including Qin Lin.

"Thank you········ Thank you········· Thank you·········· Woowoo woo ··········" What could be better than the feeling of being saved suddenly in a certain situation? Someone wept with joy and expressed his sincerest gratitude to those who saved him with tears of tears.

This gratitude comes from the depths of the soul, without any hypocrisy or artificiality, just the most sincere gratitude for saving lives.

"Master, little Leizi······ ········· you guys All alive·········" Qi Shuang'er was already waiting here, and immediately saw Qin Lin and Lei Yunchong who were carried down.

Perhaps because of the proximity of the two of them, they were carried down one after another.

Then he saw Qi Lao Diao·········

The villagers did not let people carry it, but they carried Qi Lao Diao········ He still hung the cigarette stick, and even though he had lost his breath, the cigarette stick did not leave his mouth, and he enjoyed the feeling of being fluttering········

"Grandpa Diao·······" Qi Shuang'er couldn't cry, when she went, Top Gun was on the clouds, and when she returned, it was cold and piercing, "Woo woo woo, Grandpa Diao, wake up········"

"Wake up, Grandpa Diao···········"

"When you wake up, let's go back to the village·········· Woowoowoooooo········oooo

"Shuang'er won't run out again, wake up··········· Woowoo woo ········"

Qi Lao Diao's death was really a heavy blow to Qi Shuang'er, if it wasn't for his insistence, if it weren't for Qi Lao Diao's worry about going out to look for it, maybe ········ They are also happy villagers in small mountain villages··········

"Shuang'er, mourn !!" The villagers understand this pain.

Qi Shuang'er's feelings for Qi Lao Diao are unmatched········· There is only the village chief... As far as he could, he gave this girl some care········

"At least, the village chief walked peacefully!!"

Now that he says these words, he can only comfort Qi Shuang'er, or comfort himself.

Qin Lin watched quietly and did not speak. The corners of Lei Yunchong's eyes were red, and he felt something, Qi Lao Diao's feelings for Qi Shuang'er could not be regarded as half a father·······

Her cry seemed to be some kind of introduction, exaggerating the atmosphere and infecting many people, and the crying became the clarion call of war, and the night was stained with blood and anger in the sky·······