The next day.

He Mu regained his spirit and walked out of the temporary supply point.

By this time, the security powers had developed new tactics in response to the new situation.

All the Red Mist warriors were divided into six brigades.

Six brigades of Red Mist fighters took turns to rest in the makeshift supply points.

In addition, each team is divided into many squads, and the squads give full play to the advantages of the Red Mist warriors who can cooperate with each other to kill lone monsters.

Once you have a successful kill, immediately retreat and look for your next chance.

Strictly speaking, this is a guerrilla tactic that does not stop the monsters from wreaking havoc on the southern city, but at least it can continuously weaken the monsters.

As long as you can weaken the monster's power, there is hope for victory.

It's better than giving up Southside altogether.

If they give up, the military base will definitely not hold on anymore, and when all the nest monsters will attack, the southern city will be destroyed in minutes.

After that, only when the monsters have wreaked havoc enough and dispersed most of them on their own, can they have a chance to re-enter the South City.

At that time, there was no need to rebuild the southern city.

As long as the thought of this result made all the Red Mist warriors fighting outside cheer up, no matter how tired they were.

You know, there were nearly 100 casualties in the first battle yesterday.

If Nancheng ends up being destroyed in the end, I am not only sorry for this land, I am sorry for my fathers and fellow villagers, but also sorry for my comrades-in-arms who died in battle yesterday.

......

The battle lasted six hours until noon.

He Mu returned to the temporary supply point again.

As soon as he sat down, he immediately took out the food and began to replenish it, while not forgetting to take out his mobile phone and click on the school's system.

Soon, he found a link to the video of the battle for the elite school.

At this time, it was still in the group stage, and Lingzhou Zhanda had already played two games.

He Mu clicked on the first replay first.

Images of the battle soon appeared on the screen.

The first Lingzhou battle was against the Western Dao University of Science and Technology.

Western Dao University of Science and Technology is an ordinary university, and the combat strength of five students is below 800.

Mo Chuxin swept them alone without accident.

When Mo Chuxin left the scene, she looked at the camera several times in a row.

The food in He Mu's mouth became slower and slower, and his mood became a little complicated.

At this time, Wang Xiaoteng also walked past the camera, he didn't look at the camera, but made an OK gesture to the camera.

The same is true for the next few seniors.

Looking at this scene, He Mu's heart became more and more sour.

Mo Chuxin and they participated in the battle for the elite school at Kyoto University, and no one cheered them on, and even everything like eating had to be handled by themselves.

It's a lonely battle.

And ...... for yourself Being in the southern city, thousands of miles away, I can't help them at all.

I could only watch them silently.

He didn't even dare to say things like "wait for me" and "come on".

Because he didn't know if there was a chance to go to Kyoto.

How pale is it to send a "come on" message in this situation?

......

Just as he was watching the first game and was about to watch the second game, a person from the supply point was carried out.

He Mu glanced up at the man.

It was a middle-aged uncle, and he said a few words to himself yesterday, saying "If you can't keep your hometown, how can you be embarrassed to brag with others when you go out?"

When people ask us where we are from, how should we answer?"

At that time, he was still vividly talking and laughing, but now he is a cold corpse.

Or because of his serious injuries, he died in the supply point without saying a word.

He Mu forcibly pressed down all kinds of complex emotions in his heart, swallowed the food, and then poured a mouthful of water.

Nancheng, he has to defend it no matter what.

Don't say anything about hometown, just because of Tengyun Fund's funding for my brother, it is difficult to repay this love.

Without the funding of the Tengyun Fund, my brother would not have such a strong strength.

If he didn't have that strong strength, he would probably still be in a wheelchair now.

In addition, his brother's suicide note also expressed a strong sense of guilt for his hometown.

This kindness has to be repaid by yourself.

......

Meanwhile.

On the roof of a tall building on the edge of Kyoto, a tall, muscular man in his mid-thirties is looking intently at his phone.

His mobile phone is actually not small, but because there is a six-meter-long serrated knife next to him, his mobile phone is as small as a joke in comparison.

Seeing this, a person next to him smiled and said, "Boss, isn't it?"

The sturdy man didn't say a word and continued to look at the screen.

A woman carrying a medical kit next to her smiled: "You don't know the story of the boss, he lost to Chen Che of the Lingzhou War Ten years ago, and failed to win the Lord of Hope, and he still haunts it."

After that, Lingzhou Zhanda disappeared because of that incident, and now after ten years, Lingzhou Zhanda has reappeared in the battle for famous schools, of course he has to watch.

If you don't look at Kyoto University, you have to watch Lingzhou Zhanda!"

The sturdy man raised his head and glared at the woman, then put away his phone and stood up.

"Don't relax, since even we have been summoned back from above, then naturally they have a reason!"

Hearing this, several people around closed in unison, and their eyes invariably looked at a cone-shaped mountain three or four thousand meters high in the distance.

It was the largest monster lair in China, called the Thousand-Foot Nest.

This lair is full of insect monsters, and it is extremely fertile.

The lord of its lair even killed the true dragon back then.

Despite its appearance, it is a mountain, but it is actually only the tip of the iceberg of this lair.

Its real body is underground.

If it weren't for the fact that Kyoto had been suppressing the Nest of a Thousand Feet all these years, the Lord of the Nest would have built an underground empire long ago.

"Hoo ......"

The sturdy man let out a sigh of relief.

Now that it is a time of competition for prestigious schools, and talented students and a large number of teachers from all over the world have all come to Kyoto, it stands to reason that so many strong people have gathered, and Kyoto's protection should be greatly increased.

But the problem lies in the Nancheng side of Northwest Road.

The southern city was attacked by monsters.

The defense of other military bases in various provinces is urgent, and there is no manpower to support Nancheng.

This is especially true in those small cities with universities, participating in a battle for a prestigious school, and as soon as a few powerful teachers in the city leave, the high-end power is directly reduced by half.

They can't even send manpower.

It stands to reason......

Whether such a small city can be defended depends on whether it can hold on to the surrounding cities, just like Yunfeng City at the beginning.

But what I didn't expect was that as soon as the teachers and students from all over the country entered Kyoto, after the strength of Kyoto was replenished, the first division of the Kyoto garrison was sent to Nancheng.

This makes no sense.

In the past ten years, there have been three or four destroyed cities, but the troops in Kyoto have never gone out.

There is no way, Kyoto, as the most important place in China, gathers too many important people and things, and there is no room for error.

In the defense of Kyoto, the people above have never calculated so "carefully".

But this time it was a surprising exception.

......

"Boss, none of the gods of war are from Nancheng, right?"

A man next to him asked.

The sturdy man shook his head slightly.

"Nope. ”

"How many ministers?"

"No, there isn't. ”

"Then who had such a big face and actually persuaded that person to send a garrison division?"

"How do I know?"

The sturdy man asked angrily.

In fact, the existence was so calm and rational that he felt that even a few ministers might not have the face to make such a decision.

There must be something unknown in between.

But he didn't bother to think about it.

Seeing that the nest in the distance did not move, the sturdy man looked at a huge building in Kyoto.

It was Kyoto University.

......

Inside the Kyoto University Training Center.

At this time, the surrounding auditorium was full.

Eight areas stand out, with students wearing uniform uniforms.

Needless to say, Kyoto University is their home stadium, and they occupy a full 200 positions, making them the most eye-catching group in the stadium.

The other seven areas are home to teachers and students from last year's seven other prestigious schools, each of which occupies dozens of places.

Aside from the students and teachers of each school, there are still nearly a thousand places left for people from all walks of life in Kyoto.

......

At the edge of the arena stands a raised platform on which two commentators sit overlooking the arena below.

"Next battle! The group stage of the twelfth group! The Lingzhou War University will play against the Southeast Dao Universe Academy!"

The words fell, and the two teams of students went to the arena.

......

In the last row of the audience, an old man silently looked at Mo Chuxin on the field, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

Next to him, stood a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is his student Zhou Kang, who is also the dean of Kyoto University's Hope College.

"Teacher...... Zhenping, he's really going to the moon......"

Zhou Kang didn't bother to watch the battle, but muttered in a low voice,

The old man nodded slightly, and said softly: "He is already in training, and he will land on the moon on the day the battle for the elite school is over...... He said that he wanted to see Lingzhou Zhanda shine again. ”

Zhou Kang's brows furrowed when he heard this, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

Then he also looked at the battle on the field.

"Teacher, Mo Chuxin's strength is certainly quite strong, but the overall strength of Lingzhou Zhanda ...... It's good to enter the top 16, but it's hard to get into the top eight, and it will level him...... Why bother?"

"I don't know what he's thinking, maybe he will be satisfied as soon as the name of Lingzhou Zhanda appears, alas, what kind of character is he, you don't know, I can't persuade him."

But you, how sure are you at Kyoto University this year?"

The old man was the previous president of Kyoto University, and naturally he had a deep affection for Kyoto University.

Zhou Kang smiled confidently when he heard this.

"At least ninety percent!"

With that, he subconsciously looked at the seat diagonally to the right on the opposite side.

There sat a group of teachers and students in red school uniforms.

As if sensing his gaze, an old woman in the group of teachers and students looked at him, a sneer on her face.

Zhou Kang twitched the corners of his eyes when he saw this, and scolded softly:

"This Dongfang Dao Shuguang University does something every year, look at the way Yan Yun's old woman looks at me......

I feel like she's going to make trouble again this year! I wonder what she's going to do?"

The old man followed his gaze, and the sneer on the old woman's face disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"Without such an opponent, where would Kyoto University have the pressure and motivation to keep going?"

......

Meanwhile.

In the seat where the teachers and students of Shuguang University were, the old woman withdrew her gaze and subconsciously looked at a red-haired girl sitting in the seat in front of her left, with a kind smile on her face.

"Ye Huang, what do you think of Mo Chuxin, who is the great battle in Lingzhou?"

The red-haired girl turned her head and replied respectfully: "It's quite strong, but unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to fight her." ”

"Hey, it's okay if you don't fight, Mo Chuxin can't touch it, but when she meets those guys from Kyoto University, you're welcome. ”

"Good teacher. ”

The red-haired girl answered.

Her tone was very soft, but there was an inexplicable, indescribable aura of confidence above and below Zhou.