"boom--"
The stars fell to the ground and countless rays of light flew up.
Ding Jilin's attack was so hard that a large area of the opponent's players on the mountain path disappeared in an instant! Even Strawberry, Xiang, Xuanxiang and others were directly hit by the invincible stunt.
"Record it."
Strawberry frowned slightly, "Ding Jilin's Falling Star cooling time is 2 hours, and the next release time is 6:22 Tokyo time!"
"continue!"
Lagia raised his sword and said in a deep voice, "Charge forward and strangle them with all your strength!"
For a while, the two sides fought fiercely on the mountain road.
…
The sixth day of the National War.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
The sun should have been shining brightly in reality, but in the game it was just dark, and the endless night shrouded the entire Protectorate Shrine. At this time, the battlefield on the mountain road had been pushed upwards to the mountainside under the attack of the opponent.
Xianlin and the wind blew up and everyone suffered heavy losses.
Just half an hour ago, Ning Wuque, Sanqianhan, Lulu, and Drinking Boy Lang, who were among the twenty-four generals of Xianlin, were killed in battle. They all died under the opponent's super concentrated fire. Even Ding Jilin was killed.
I almost got strangled accidentally.
At this time, Lin Yi Ke led 1,000+ people to resist on the mountain road, and a group of people on Xianlin's side began to rest.
The evening breeze is cool.
The whole mountain looked particularly desolate.
On a hilltop, Ding Jilin was carrying the Starfall Sword, which had only 35 durability left. At this time, the blade had been curled up countless times, and even the armor on Ding Jilin's body had many broken places. It was too much to withstand and cause too much damage.
, this is the price of top players.
"How many of us are left?"
He asked leisurely. In fact, you can check the statistics from the team channel, but unfortunately, he didn't dare to look.
“There are still 2,200+ people.”
On the side, Zuan Zuan frowned and said, "Boss, our equipment is not very durable. We have sent people to look for it. There is nothing in the entire Protectorate Shrine, not even an NPC to repair the equipment."
"Of course, this is other people's territory."
Ding Jilin muttered, "There isn't much food for everyone, right?"
"Well, it's almost exhausted."
"The real goal is to run out of ammunition and food..."
Ding Jilin looked into the distance and said, "Xixi, Xiaoyan said he would bring people over for reinforcements. I asked them not to come back. It's useless to come over. There are too many players in the Japanese server. Aren't the few of us who came here destined to die? Besides,
If we really come to this cursed map, will everyone’s level return to zero together?”
"That's the truth."
"I'm just a little bit unwilling...our dignified Xianlin would actually reach such a desperate situation," said Dichi.
"fine!"
Not far away, Xiaozhu Bubu came back, holding an iron gun, and said with a sad smile, "
If the level is cleared, then clear it. After all, brothers died together, and our death is meaningful. Aren't we dragging a lot of the main players of the Japanese server here for the national server? If it weren't for us, I'm afraid Silver Helmet City would have been there long ago.
The city has been destroyed, right?"
"right."
Ding Jilin said, "Everything we do here is naturally meaningful."
"drop!"
At this moment, a message came from someone who was not on the battlefield, "Ding Jilin, I am paying attention to your situation."
"Um."
Ding Jilin sat on the top of the mountain and said with a smile, "Why don't you come? If you don't come, I'll feel a little lonely..."
"Hmph, I didn't want to make things worse for you."
Smiling faintly, "Ding Jilin, your equipment and your level of 200+ are really not easy. How about... accept the surrender? I will discuss it with Strawberry, Lakiya and others and leave you one."
To survive, the premise is that the rest of you sign a surrender letter and never become enemies of the Japanese server during this national war, and you will not appear on the battlefield of the Japanese server, what do you think?"
"ah?"
Ding Jilin was slightly startled, "Do you think this is for my own good?"
"I……"
He frowned and said, "I can understand if you don't want to."
"How could I do that?"
Ding Jilin smiled faintly, "There are no weaklings in the Chinese war zone, and I, Ding Jilin, am not a weakling. Even if the equipment level here is cleared, it doesn't matter. I can still get the level back during the first and second national wars.
When the time comes, I will still be me, I can die, but I don’t want to suffer the humiliation of bending my waist.”
"knew."
Sighing, "Then... I wish you good luck. In fact, you guys are really good people and you are opponents worthy of respect. It's a pity that we are enemies."
"Um."
Ding Jilin turned off the communicator, and it was time to go down the mountain to kill the enemy again. He came to the flat ground ahead with his long sword, and found a group of people gathered around a bonfire, roasting a rabbit they didn't know where they got it from. On the side, the south wind was blowing.
Use a branch to write and draw on the ground.
"south wind."
Ding Jilin smiled slightly and said, "What are you writing about?"
"ah?"
Nanfeng smiled shyly, "No...it's nothing, I just wrote it blindly..."
"oh?"
Ding Jilin tilted his head and saw that what Nanfeng had written on the ground with a branch was a two-line poem.
The first line is called "The heart of the sword shines brightly with a full belly".
The second line is called "I will enter the immortal forest without regrets in this life."
For a moment, Ding Jilin almost burst into tears.
At this time, 2,000+ people are trapped here. One step back will lead to an abyss, a desperate situation where the equipment level is cleared. In fact, everyone's heart is shrouded in huge despair.
That level was achieved after everyone practiced for seven months, and that equipment took a lot of hard work to get. How can you just give up on these?
However, no one hesitated, no one hesitated, and everyone followed him firmly to die!
If there is still light in everyone's hearts now, that light is the Xianlin emblem on their chests and the five-star red flag floating on their arms.
Ding Jilin sighed softly.
He slowly typed these two lines into the guild channel——
"The heart of the sword shines with great awe, and I will never regret entering the immortal forest in this life!"
I have to say, Nan Feng writes really well.
"Boss..."
Nan Feng looked up at him, tears welling up in his eyes.
Soon, Zuandan and others were typing and talking in the guild one by one. At this moment, no one in the guild was speaking, and they were all encouraging each other with words——
"The heart of the sword shines with great awe, and I will never regret entering the immortal forest in this life!"
The little pig can't come back. "The heart of the sword shines brightly, and I will not regret entering the immortal forest in this life!"
Linyuan "Full of awe-inspiring swordsmanship, I will never regret entering the immortal forest in this life!"
The person left has not been saved, "The heart of the sword shines with great awe, and I will not regret entering the immortal rain in this life!"
…
Soon, even people who were not in the Gokoku Shrine started typing——
Lin Xixi "The heart of the sword shines with great awe, and I will never regret entering the immortal forest in this life!"
Shen Bingyue said: "The heart of the sword shines with great awe, and I will never regret entering the immortal forest in this life!"
Jian Jia "The heart of the sword shines with great awe, and I will never regret entering the immortal rain in this life!"
Chen Xiaojia "is full of greatness and shines in the heart of the sword. I will never regret entering the immortal forest in this life!"
…
"Let's go, brothers!"
Ding Jilin raised his sword, patted Nanfeng on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Come down the mountain with me, and we will die together and kill the enemy!"
Everyone stood up together, summoned their mounts, and fought down the mountain with Ding Jilin.
At this time, there is a southwest wind on the Gokoku Shrine map.
A group of troops left and returned, it was the 2+ main force led by Lin Xixi and Jiang Yan. Under their feet, corpses were strewn across the field. A battle had just ended. Many people died in the battle, but more enemies were killed.
"..."
Jian Jia held up the blood-stained long sword and suddenly sobbed. She looked at the friend list, and the names of many familiar friends had dimmed, and even their levels had become 0. Then she saw the guild's "full of awe-inspiring sword"
"Heart, I will never regret it in this life, I will enter the immortal rain" text flooded the screen. Jian Jia couldn't bear it anymore, and tears fell down her cheeks.
"Continue the attack."<
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Not far away, Jiang Yan held up a sword full of blood and said, "Kill every last soldier until we reach the cursed map."
Everyone nodded in unison, and the sound of fighting sounded again in the cherry blossom forest.
Morning, about ten o'clock.
A group of people appeared on Jiuqi Island. There were not many people, only 4+. Half of them were members of the Xuanyuan Guild, and the rest were a patchwork of players. They were led by a Soul Shepherd Knight and killed them all the way.
North of Irkuki Island.
Although the number of people was getting smaller and smaller as they fought along the way, and they only had a short time when they finally arrived at the Protectorate Shrine, they had no regrets.
"How many people are left?" Wind Chaser Blade looked back and asked as he charged forward.
"Boss, there are still 1,200+ people left."
"good!"
Wind Chaser Blade grinned, "I heard from Xianlin's people that they only have 1,100+ people left in the cursed map, fewer than us, but they are still charging and killing. We can't give in. Charge and kill."
Until the last person left!"
"yes!"
Shortly after.
Under the intense firepower suppression of the opponent, only one of the 1,200+ people of the Wind Chaser Blade was left, and he was the only one left. He rushed through the crowd with a spear and killed dozens of people in a row.
I really can't hold my health bar anymore.
"Damn, I really killed only one person!"
Wind Chasing Blade laughed loudly, waved his spear, and directly activated the soul pastoring skill, killing many people in a row, until countless mad dragons and purple lightning were smashed down above his head, and his chest was full of arrow clusters, and he was about to be killed.
Shot into a hedgehog.
"Plop..."
The SS-level Soul Shepherd Knight gently knelt down on one knee, holding a spear in one hand. Watching the health bar being emptied, he couldn't help but sneered at the densely packed Japanese server players around him and said, "D's little life, just wait.
, your father will come back again!"
…
Map of the Protectorate Shrine, it’s night again in the game.
The Japanese server players' offensive has slowed down a bit, and they seem to be replacing the attacking guilds.
At this time, Xiao Aiye, Caged Bird, Zhang Wansen, Tianxuan and others have all died in the battle, and all level equipment has been cleared. The total number of people left in the entire map, including Xianlin and Fengqi, is only 200.
+ people.
At this time, everyone was hungry and sleepy.
The bonfire burned, but this time there were no rabbits to eat.
Zuanchan, Nanfeng, Xiaozhu and others kept witnessing their friends being killed in front of their eyes, and their moods fell to the bottom. A group of people sat together in silence, just waiting for the next time the Japanese server attacked the mountain and made a last stand!
…
Where the wind blows, fallen leaves drift, sparks rise from the campfire, and the desolate and cold moonlight from the distance shines into the forest. Ding Jilin's armor is broken, and the blade of his sword is chipped. He sits alone on the mossy stone steps of the mountain. His eyes are empty. At this moment, he only
I feel extremely desolate inside.
This chapter has been completed!