Chapter 122 You have disturbed my thousand-year sleep
Chapter 122 You disturbed my thousand-year sleep
After casually throwing aside the body of the tank observer whose neck he had broken by pressing his head, Song Xuan sank and entered the tank directly.
After several screams, the tank that was still turning its muzzle towards the volunteer position suddenly changed its direction and blasted towards a temporary machine gun bunker built by the US military!
boom!
After one shot, the heavy machine gun inside the bunker that was constantly spraying flames was blown into a puddle of broken metal. Several machine gunners inside were not sure whether they were alive or dead.
Then, Song Xuan's figure rushed out of the tank like a ghost, and he lurked somewhere in the dark of night.
And just a few breaths after he left, the tank he was in was blown over with a bang, and two tanks opened fire on him in the distance.
"What on earth is that? Do you have a clear idea of what it is?"
In one of the tanks, the second gunner asked loudly to the observer standing on the ladder observing the situation. At this moment, the few people were more solemn than ever.
They were not afraid of fighting with others, but at this moment, several people seriously suspected that the people they were fighting just now were not human at all.
That is simply not a speed that humans can achieve. No known animal in the world can reach such a speed.
"I can guarantee that it is definitely not a human being. I can't see his figure clearly at all. I can only see a shadow that turns into an afterimage and disappears. It's impossible to see clearly!" The observer complained: "We traveled across the ocean.
Is this God punishing us for coming to this land to fight?"
As he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He lowered his head from the ladder and looked down, but saw a dazzling light shining below the tank. As the cold light flashed away, a slender palm at the bottom of the tank actually held the
The heavy metal tore apart.
As the thick metal protection at the bottom was torn apart, a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling came into view of the people inside the tank.
Before they could make any move, they saw the man's fingers moving one after another, and several rays of sword light burst out. In an instant, the smell of blood rose into the sky, and several horrified and dazed heads were cut off.
Song Xuan was surrounded by dark green light, and the blood dripping around him evaporated as soon as he got closer. His body lying under the tank drew a shadow on the ground like a swimming fish, and disappeared into the battlefield again.
In the night.
For the battlefield where artillery fire roared, Song Xuan could only be regarded as a small episode.
But this little episode has now become an indelible shadow in the hearts of the US military.
No one knows when and where that ghost-like figure will appear again, and who will die inexplicably next moment?
Song Xuan was enjoying himself very much at this moment. His figure was lurking in the shadows almost all the time, lurking in the blind spots of everyone's vision. From time to time, afterimages flashed across the night, and then disappeared.
And for every afterimage that passed by, there was bound to be a US soldier whose neck was broken inexplicably.
In a temporary headquarters made of bluestone, the commander was yelling crazily at the correspondent, "Contact the headquarters quickly and request air support!
I want bombers and incendiary bombs. I don’t believe there are any ghosts in this world. Even if there are, they will die in the endless sea of fire!”
The communications soldier shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, sir, but the headquarters has rejected your request. It's night now, and bombers can't be sent out!"
"Idiots, a bunch of idiots! They lost the best opportunity to kill that monster!" The commander was furious. He had been fighting for half his life, and this was the first time he encountered such a situation that he didn't know how to face.
The US military's weapons are powerful, but if you want to kill someone, you must know where the enemy is. Now that monster is disappearing like a ghost. Even if he has a cannon in his hand, he doesn't know which direction to shoot.
Bang!
Suddenly, the bluestone outside the wall suddenly collapsed, and then an arm came in from the outside and punched through the chest of the communications soldier.
The communications soldier lowered his head in astonishment and glanced at the fist that was shining with dark blue sword light. He opened his mouth and his eyes were filled with fear.
"Mom, take me home, I don't want to die."
With a pop, the body was thrown to the ground by Song Xuan. His figure knocked open the bluestone wall outside and stepped into the command post.
In the command post, more than a dozen American soldiers had pointed their guns at him. Their arms were trembling. Even though they had guns in their hands, they still could not stop the fear in their hearts at this moment.
Facing a monster that could easily punch through tanks and break through stone walls, the weapons they once trusted the most could not bring them the slightest sense of security at this time.
"Your Excellency, who is it?"
The commander did not give the order to fire directly, but asked in English.
Song Xuan spoke in Chinese. Seeing that the other party looked confused and didn't understand, he frowned and then spoke again, this time in English.
"Is this your language?"
"I just read your memories, very interesting human civilization!"
Read our memories?
The commander was horrified, stepped back, and asked in horror: "You, who are you?"
"Who am I?" Song Xuan grinned, and his smile was a little bit catchy.
"I don't know who I am. I have been sleeping on the banks of the Yalu River for thousands of years. The artillery fire brought by your bombers woke me up from my sleep.
The price for disturbing my sleep will be death!"
As soon as these words came out, the commander's expression changed drastically. He no longer cared whether what Song Xuan said was true or false, but shouted loudly, "Fire, fire quickly!"
Da da da da~~
Submachine gun flames flew everywhere, and a metal storm was set off in the not-too-large command post, which fired wildly towards Song Xuan's location.
This time, Song Xuan did not move, but stood where he was.
Around him, a dark blue light shield completely enveloped him. It was a defensive shield composed of innate sword essence. The edge of the shield was now densely covered with bullets that smelled of gunpowder.
The penetrating power of submachine gun bullets could not break through his defensive shield.
"Interesting human weapon!"
Song Xuan thought, and suddenly dozens of sword rays shot out from the dark blue light shield, like a flash of blue lightning, piercing the chests of a dozen soldiers who were firing around.
The commander was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, threw away the gun in panic, and instead took out a cross from his arms.
He murmured words such as "Devil", "Lord" and "Bless your believers".
After doing this, Song Xuan walked step by step to the commander who was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, looked at the cross he held in his hand, and spoke slowly.
"It has the breath of Jesus on it. What's your relationship with him?"