Tu Qianju felt that he couldn't stop at all, and the slightest hesitation might be pushed to the ground and trampled to death by his comrades behind him like a tsunami.

The war has been carried out to the point where it is forbidden for deserters in any situation to appear, as long as a soldier dares to hesitate for half a step, he may be stabbed by his comrades behind his back, the warlords shout behind everyone, they are also charging forward, driven by the vain slogan for glory, Tu Qianju can only continue to move forward with this inexplicable agitation, even if it is a dark night ahead.

In the midst of the artillery fire, the comrades-in-arms around him seemed to have become hideous, making Tu Qianzhu feel as if he was having a strange dream, as long as he woke up from the dream, he was still on the small fire kang at home, watching those lovely younger brothers and sisters playing under the fire, and being scolded by his father and mother with a doting smile......

But soon, the dream had to wake up, after the deafening roar of the cannon, his whole person was in high spirits, after the excitement was the spirit continued to be in a trance, the landing of the cannonball made his ears become unable to hear anything, all his eyes could see was a fire pit in front of him, as if the cannon had just wiped out the comrades in front of him, obviously those artillery fire was beautiful as if the New Year was setting off fireworks, but with death......

Haven't you woken up yet?

With such a thought, he shook his head, and then saw a beautiful firework appear, as if it had turned the heavens and the earth into beautiful colors, and turned his head to look behind him, it was a large group of comrades-in-arms dancing the last dance of his life in the flames, and in front of and behind him, hundreds of Great Xia troops, he survived alone.

He didn't know what was going on, he didn't know that the angels in the sky were throwing all kinds of bombs down, and he didn't know the green smoke that the giant cannon in the distance was emitting from which he couldn't even see it, he just knew that he might really need to move forward again, and it seemed that there would be no good fruit to eat when he retreated at this time!

In a sea of fire, his figure was illuminated a little blurred, for a while no one even noticed that there was such a survivor here, everyone's eyes were focused on the continuous sea of fire, the massive bombs dropped by the angels made the battlefield full of disgusting fragrance, but as long as this fragrance understood the source of the taste, it would want to spit it out.

"Carpet bombing...... It could actually be those miscellaneous ......" The commander of Great Xia, who came to the front line to comfort and supervise the army, looked at the angels in the sky who were constantly throwing bombs and gritted his teeth: "Those cultivators who refuse to use any technological weapons! If they are willing to do it, they can do better than these miscellaneous birds!"

The anger made the appearance of the Great Xia commander a little hideous, but he quickly adjusted, and continued to command his subordinates under the light of the fire with a cold face: "Let the prepared cultivators entangle those angels in the sky, the artillery troops continue to cover, and the troops on the ground continue to charge!"

The commander of Great Xia doesn't need to care about the so-called heavy casualty report, that kind of thing can be known as long as you look at the current battlefield, there are corpses of Great Xia soldiers everywhere, surrounded by fireworks everywhere, he is really not good at this kind of large-scale war frontal command, but he knows that what he needs to care about is not those things, now all he needs is victory, as long as victory, and the crowd tactics can bring victory, this is enough!

"Don't be afraid of many sacrifices, at least you haven't failed!" After the commander of Great Xia shouted these words, the artillery troops of Great Xia went crazy and bombarded any place in the city where there might be people, not caring about the enemy's counterattack after his leakage, crazy powerful and fearless!

The army of people in Great Xia was also gray under the light of the fire, and they slowly groped forward again in the dark night, and no one found out when they returned to the team.

The bombs dropped by the angels before did not kill Tu Qianju, who had fallen into a pool of blood from the corpse when he came out of the sea of fire, but only caused a large burn on his body, and there were a lot of blisters on his body, and the blisters on his hand made him a little unable to even hold the gun, but he still held the musket in his hand, so that he could continue to have the courage to move forward when he was coerced by his new comrades.

No one can retreat, any deserter will be killed, and the cold corpse of the inchillable soldier tells the last luck of all soldiers who go to battle.

Tu Qiandu's eyes were a little confused, and he looked up at the sky again, not much starlight was blocked by gunsmoke, he saw the angel's winged figure again in a trance, and then saw that the cultivators on his side were fighting the angels there, and the thunderous spell movements kept coming, and the angels in the sky had no way to care about the ground, and they were also concentrating on fighting with the cultivators, and the two sides were dyeing the sky into something else, so that the comrades-in-arms who seemed to see all this around cheered:" Our gods are here to help!"

"Hooray!" Suddenly cheers came and went, although the cultivators in the sky would never look at them with their eyes squarely, but their morale was still greatly boosted, and the pace of charging forward was also accelerated a lot, even if there were several cultivators behind them who fell into the firelight, it was the same, they just needed a kind of spiritual self-comfort, if they looked back and saw the tragic end of the cultivators who fought out, it would make them break down!

The sound of the continuous accumulation of voices in the air and the screams one after another finally made Tu Qianju's ears regain his hearing, and the stinging pain on his body also kept reminding him that he was already seriously injured, but he did not retreat in the slightest, retreat is death, and the retreating parents and younger siblings will be unlucky, so he can't retreat!

"It's almost ......" Tu Qianju saw the trench in front of him, which could already be seen under the sporadic firelight, and was a little happy, but the joy was followed by a cultivator who fell from the smoke of gunpowder and fell directly to death in front of him, not that he saw in time that from the depths of the trench was a spear......

Crazy acceleration, when the comrades did not react, Tu Qianju rushed to the back of a pile of stones, and then after a series of bullets hitting the stones and the screams of the comrades, he let out a long breath, sighing for the stone ruins of the cultivator stone tank on these battlefields, it is really good to have such a bunker!

In the cold night, the continuous gunshots and the screams of the comrades are like a string of symphonies, this symphony term brought by Tang Seng, I don't know what the difference between the symphony composed of these guns and screams is the real symphony, but he who heard the chief talk about this symphony is better, and he is thinking that these symphonies are really better......

"Ah!!" Tu Qianju's side, a comrade who was also hiding in the stone as a cover screamed miserably and made him fall to the ground quickly, it was the enemy's demon-like sniper, the stone fortress was not much use in front of the special sniper rifle with more powerful guns, the little girl who was not as big as a sniper rifle was already a nightmare for the Daxia soldiers on the battlefield in Eastern Europe, Tu Qianju had seen the symphonic chief tear off half of his body by the other party's bullets, that was the first time he saw the death of his comrades, since now...... It doesn't seem to be much longer either.

Tu Qianzhu squatted on the ground, driven by the sound of bullets whizzing in his ears, and continued to rush towards the trench, and behind him there were comrades who followed, all of them were a group of guys who were as numb and fanatical as him, each of them was so young, so cold, and so reassuring to him.

"Boom!" Another shell fell not far away, and a fireball rose from a stone tank in the distance, and those cultivators who had been high above it were shouting for help miserably, but Tu Qianju couldn't pay attention to it at all, he just continued to charge, a few bullets slashed his cheek, leaving more scars on his not handsome face, but this could not make him retreat in the slightest.

In the sound of shells one after another, a dozen cultivator stone tanks that had just walked here were sent to hell, and then the enemy's shells seemed to be ignored here, and the battlefield here temporarily belonged to those muzzles that kept sticking out and then retracting their guns in the trenches, and they knocked their comrades to the ground one by one.

Many of his comrades-in-arms around Tu Qianju were already showing panicked expressions, and they almost cried out in the war where there was no way back to retreat, and Tu Qianju shouted as if he was encouraging: "Rush over! Rush over! As long as we reach that trench, we will be safe!"

Then the comrades-in-arms around him shouted one after another, carrying Tu Qiandu, who was a little slower because of his injury, directly rushed through the last bit of distance and entered the trench......

When Tu Qiandu's feeling came back to his senses from the crowd of blind obedience around him, he was already in the trench, and Tu Qiandu, who was stepping on the fresh corpses of the enemy and his own people, shook his head in confusion, there were still people in front of and behind him, and he couldn't afford to retreat and avoid left and right alive, obviously he was already trapped in the trench, and he was still constantly charging to chase and kill other enemies in the trench, it was really ...... Lucky to be blessed!

Pulling out the shrenchnel on his calf, he limped down in a corner, ready to take a little rest, the battlefield in this area has ended temporarily, and no one will say anything about him even if he stops, so now......

"Is it Tu Qiandu?" Suddenly, an existence that seemed to be a prefect walked up to him, and said to Tu Qiandu, who had just taken out the kettle to drink water, "You are very brave, you were the first to rush into the enemy's trenches, so you go and see the situation of the enemy over there." ”

"I&¥¥#@......" with the mood of scolding.mother.,Tu Qiandu, who was already covered with wounds all over his body, crawled out of the trench, picked up the binoculars, looked into the distance, thinking that he just wanted to observe and deal with the past, he saw it at a glance, and the little girl holding a sniper rifle looked at it, and was shocked in his heart, and then there was no more......