But the escaping compressed air wave finally made a small hole in the bamboo hat on the opposite side.
A pair of cold eyes stared at him quietly.
"You can't hold it anymore."
Xia Guoyu's eloquent words gently emerged, and the mysterious man pressed the Kodachi that he had pulled out with his backhand back into the scabbard, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.
"Fuck your mother!"
Liu Chenjiang spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes violent.
"Colonel——"
"team leader--"
The expressions of the surrounding sergeants changed.
However, Liu Chenjiang didn't even bother to wipe away the blood. Instead, he suddenly pulled out the signal gun attached to Kong Yan's waist and crushed it to pieces with his fingers.
"What the f*ck are you doing standing there in such a daze?"
A roar erupted from Liu Chenjiang's throat. He looked at his sergeants angrily and at the stunned Zhou Zhong and the others over there.
"Destroy all flare guns!"
"Don't you see, that neon bastard wants to repeat his old tricks!"
Perhaps because he spoke too fiercely, a few traces of blood spilled from the corners of Liu Chenjiang's mouth.
At this time, the two fog warriors had already rushed in again.
Liu Chenjiang rushed out dragging his injured body and stopped the other party.
The fighting continues.
Only this time, the Junshui tribe finally showed signs of decline.
Liu Chenjiang tried his best to lead these two fog warriors out of the main army.
But the two fog warriors seemed to be aware of Liu Chenjiang, and instead regarded these sergeants with low combat effectiveness as Liu Chenjiang's weakness and continued to attack.
The zombies who fought only by instinct poured out tirelessly and pounced on them one after another.
God knows how many mysterious corpses are hidden in this sea area.
For a moment, Liu Chenjiang even had a terrible thought. Did the fog consciously attract humans to explore?
The second slain sergeant appears.
Then came the third place, the fourth place...
Looking down at the earth from a high altitude, Junshui Base has been completely immersed in an endless sea of corpses.
And the encirclement was pressed again and again.
Now I want to talk about breakout...
It’s all nonsense!
The Crown Prince Major still had the last flare gun left in his arms. He looked at the brothers who died in battle one after another, waving their halberds tirelessly, feeling sad and angry in his heart.
"Captain, there are too many dead, let's ask for help!" After seeing another brother who had been with him day and night having his neck cut off, the Crown Prince Major finally couldn't help shouting, "We need support!"
He is not afraid of fighting, he just doesn't want these brothers to die one by one.
"I still have one signal left here—"
Snapped!
Liu Chenjiang slashed with his backhand, smashing the signal gun he had just taken out into pieces.
"Colonel!"
The Crown Prince watched in shock and disbelief as his last hope turned into powder.
"If you ask, just ask!"
Liu Chenjiang stood with his sword in hand, his feet sinking deeply into the ground, and he roared angrily.
"I won't ask for help even if I die here."
"What, it's not enough for us to die, why don't we ask others to come and die!"
Liu Chenjiang's eyes were also red.
No one understands the current situation of the war better than the strongest.
With the restraint of two fog warriors and the elusive neon swordsman hiding aside like a poisonous snake, hundreds of [mysterious zombies] poured out in large areas.
Their chance of survival is infinitely close to 0.
Calling for help at this time means joining another team.
"Colonel..."
"Colonel Liu, I, Zhou Zhong, am sorry for you!"
Colonel Zhou Zhong of Yuanhua Base stared with red eyes, blood and tears still in his eyes, endless self-blame constantly impacting his heart.
That kind of suffering even made him wish he could die right now.
But he still carries the hopes of many brothers who died in battle.
Kill one and get nothing, kill two and get your money back
It is this simple and simple thought that supports him.
He wants to avenge more brothers.
Although he knew it was in vain, Zhou Zhong raised his head and roared sadly: "I'm sorry for you——"
"I have never regretted it. Ask our brothers at Junshui Base - do you regret it?"
Liu Chenjiang's eyes were filled with unruliness.
The sky is not afraid of the earth, and humans are not afraid of ghosts.
This is him, the head coach of Junshui Base—Liu Chenjiang!
"No regrets!"
The morale of the Junshui tribe is high.
Zhou Zhong closed his eyes, crying and laughing.
"Today I, Zhou Zhong, can die in battle with all my brothers in the army. My life is worth it."
"Haha... Come on!" Liu Chenjiang laughed.
After the two departments merged, there were a total of 43 people in the establishment, and gradually 37 people were left...
36 people…
33 people…
29 people…
Liu Chenjiang, who had almost endless physical strength, finally began to feel tired.
Because the trauma he has suffered has accumulated to a certain extent.
"If I had your physique..."
"I'll cut through this island."
Staring at the two fog warriors, Liu Chenjiang's voice was intermittent. Gradually, he stopped laughing and cursing. He had to maintain his concentration even more.
Better protect the brothers behind you.
"Ho ho..."
In my ears, the scarred soldiers smiled feebly.
At this point, what else is there to be afraid of?
It's just a matter of sooner or later.
It's better to have fun while suffering.
"Captain Liu, I can't do it anymore."
The crown prince, who had left a flare gun earlier, looked back at Liu Chenjiang and smiled weakly.
His left arm is empty…
"Crown Prince!" Kong Yan and others sensed something was wrong and wanted to reach out to intercept, but missed.
"Hey."
The Crown Prince staggered into acceleration, and the engine behind him suddenly overloaded, rushing into the horde of zombies like a meteor.
boom!
He also has a nuclear thunderbolt.
That was his glory bomb.
The major who once shouted for help left behind the brightest smile in his life before disappearing from this world.
【……goodbye.】
Those exhausted warriors still had their eyes wide open, but tears were silently shed from the corners of their eyes.
"Son of a bitch!"
Liu Chenjiang was like a crazy lion king, rounding up a prairie fire and slashing forward crazily.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
Repeating the same word unconsciously in his mouth.
Liu Chenjiang's brain was occupied by the purest fighting instinct.
The deepest part of the fighting instinct is the purest belief——
mission!
Perhaps it was this sense of mission that protected Liu Chenjiang's final clarity of belief.
I don’t know how many knives were struck, whether there were any casualties behind me, or whether a few more people were killed.
Liu Chenjiang led the crowd with his body, chopping mechanically and numbly.
Just this...
It's all in vain after all.
Liu Chenjiang raised his head and looked vaguely at the surging fog in front of him, as well as the two tireless and energetic fog warriors.
He really felt as if he had reached the end of his life.
That is the instinctive intuition of a warrior.
The King of War has always been the most sensitive to danger.
Especially for matters of life and death.
"I, Liu Chenjiang, will never admit defeat in my life..."
"But he stumbled before the glorious victory he wanted most."
"Hey……"
Liu Chenjiang turned around and looked at his comrades.
"Brothers, it's time to return."
"My whole life is a fucking failure."
With one last sigh, Liu Chenjiang rushed out with his sword in hand.
I fought and fought and got nothing.
Inexplicably, when he launched the final charge, the scene of the conflict with the team leader Shang Nan flashed through his mind.
And that young face that he hated.
But even though it's annoying.
"Boy, live well."
This was the last wish that flashed through Liu Chenjiang's heart.
