As night fell on the eighth day, Di Cheng arranged for the chefs of the combat preparation troops to add extra food and hold a belated celebration banquet.
Still on the training ground, the grill was set up and the wine was piled high. Everyone gathered together to congratulate Tianmen for withstanding the storm and creating another miracle, and thank the brothers for their hard work and hard work to achieve this great glory.
We prayed together for the brothers on the hospital bed, prayed for the brothers who died in battle, and were moved by this rebirth.
At the beginning of the dinner, in front of more than 10,000 people in the audience, Di Cheng knelt down and shouted "sinner", "apology" and "sorry", which made everyone cry and moved everyone.
"Pray for all the heroes, pray for all the heroic souls, and do it for our rebirth...!!!" The crowd roared heroically, holding their glasses high and drinking hard liquor.
When Di Cheng was emotional, they were emotional; when Di Cheng let go of himself, they liberated their emotions; when Di Cheng knelt down and cried, they no longer had any scruples.
When the head is raised high, tears are shed from the closed eyes, and when the strong alcohol rolls into the stomach, it is no longer possible to maintain a strong reason.
Strong alcohol stimulates reason, and the so-called strength suddenly collapses.
In the square, in front of the generals, they sang loudly to comfort their dead brothers; they screamed in pain to vent their grief; they embraced their brothers for the hardship of surviving and for the rebirth in this death.
Crying wantonly, venting wantonly, drinking and singing wantonly, venting all the emotions accumulated during this period in the most free and easy way, venting this victory and venting this difficulty!
Who said that men would not shed tears lightly, and who said that men have gold at their knees? They cried, they knelt, they also laughed, and they shouted. Who can scold them for their lack of self-love and lack of self-respect?
Yuwen Huangxue stood on the eaves, looking at the Tianmen people venting in the square, and looking at Di Cheng who was wandering among them and embracing the booze. His expression was indescribably complicated, and he also had feelings of points. Maybe... he had some... understanding.
Already...
Understand the rapid rise of Di Cheng, understand the persistence of the Tianmen tribe, understand why former enemies such as Yu Xiaotian and Zhou Shaohua are now... dependent on each other for life and death, and understand what Tianmen has and what the Saints lack.
The Imperial Soul Team was also a little distracted, looking at the unscrupulous Tianmen tribe, feeling the emotion and catharsis of shouting wantonly. They couldn't help but think, when could the strictly disciplined Saint Clan be so indulgent? Only this type of behavior could exist.
carnival.
Seeing Di Cheng drinking heavily with his subordinates, crying with his subordinates, and listening to their stories, they also thought, when will Yuwen Huangxue be like this?
Maybe never. Two completely different organizations, two vastly different atmospheres, and two very different personalities have created different existences for Tianmen and Saint Clan.
But... the tribesmen of Tianmen are happy. At least they can face to face with the 'god' they fear, embrace each other with true love, and speak from their hearts. At least their emperor is by their side, sitting on the ground and facing each other in a real way.
Looking at the eleven peak emperors in the world, maybe only Di Cheng can do this, maybe...only...he...
At the southwest corner of the base, the sundries warehouse!
The laughter, crying, and indulgence that spread all over the base did not extend here.
Calm, dim, messy, and with bloodstains that have not been cleaned up, it seems like this is a forgotten corner, existing alone under the black night, alone in drowsiness, alone...sleeping...
There are six warehouses in this corner, all of which are large in area. Together they cover thousands of square meters, equivalent to one-fifth of a football field. They are filled with worn-out sundries and spare parts. Normally,
Things were relatively neat in those days, but after experiencing a war and being bombarded by artillery shells, it is now in dilapidated condition and has become a garbage dump.
The workers at the base were busy sorting out the 'big picture', and no one thought of coming here for the time being. Only the Iron Law Troops had been here and conducted a detailed search, but... found nothing...
Tonight, in front of the ruins of a dilapidated warehouse, a thin black figure stood quietly, as if blending into the surrounding objects and wood. Without careful observation, her existence would not be noticed at all.
It seems to appear suddenly, but also seems to exist for a long time. In the darkness, it is calm and quiet, but also cold and silent.
The location of the Black Shadow Station is inside the third warehouse. It is between several collapsed beams. During the battle, several artillery shells hit this place, completely scrapping it. It is so messy and dense that it is impossible to walk in under normal circumstances.
Know how the black shadow appeared in this 'central area'.
It is the darkest and most chaotic place, but the black shadow stands there motionless, with eyes slightly closed, swaying slightly with the occasional breeze, like a curtain, like a wooden shadow, completely
Immersed in this world of ruins, it seems that even the beating of my heart is integrated with it.
With a thin figure, casual linen clothes, long and messy hair, slightly heavy breathing, and a slightly pale face, she is... the long-lost... Long Er!!!
Before the cavalry tribe attacked, Long Er left the base with the Long Nu detachment. However, Long Er and Long Nu were good at assassinations, not melee. Facing the huge and chaotic battlefield and the violent and out-of-control situation, their appearance not only
It can't play any role, and it can't exert its due effectiveness. As for the battlefield on Dicheng's side, only those with level above are qualified to set foot in it, and they... have no ability to interfere.
After wandering around, Long Er finally hid in a dense area of pasture. He didn't go anywhere and didn't participate anywhere. He calmly observed the battlefield inside and outside the base and observed the changes in the battle.
Looking at the entire battlefield of the base, perhaps she was the only one who could really look at the overall situation with a 'calm' gaze... Long Er!
She saw a lot of things that others couldn't see, discovered some surprises that others couldn't think of, tracked enemies that shouldn't have appeared, and determined the target of action - the target of action belonging to their Dragon Slave team!
Inside Tianmen, Long Er had no friends or relatives, only Yi Tingxuan and Yu Xiaotian, two people who could be slightly close to him. But with the two of them comatose and hospitalized, Long Er no longer had anyone to talk to, so
...Sneak all the way...Act alone...
After eight days of searching and careful searching, we finally set our sights on this ruins that had been searched countless times by iron rules, and on this chaotic area.
Long Er looked at the ruins at his feet expressionlessly, his cold eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness and chaos, pointing straight into the depths!!
Silent, as quiet as a puppet!
Under the dilapidated warehouse, less than half a meter away from Long Er, a black figure was curled up and crouching silently! The whole body was wrapped in black cloth from head to toe, and only two slender eyes flashed with cold light.
Long Er was staring at the top, his whole body was like a frightened cheetah, tensed tightly, he could explode at any time, and the ninja sword in his hand could chop him at any time!
Long Er remained motionless, continuing to be calm and cold, but it was this cold 'quiet' that brought a suffocating sense of oppression to the black shadow below. How many times did he want to take the initiative to take action with the last resort?
Kill the girl as quickly as possible, and then continue to hide. But... as the calm continues and the sense of oppression intensifies, the feeling of danger also becomes heavier and heavier!
The black shadow didn't know what the girl was waiting for, what she wanted to do, and she didn't want to expose her target, so... restraint... restraint...
Even breathing is suppressed to the lowest possible level!
until……
Click! Suddenly there was a subtle sound of wood breaking in the silence, right next to it, diagonally above!
The black shadow suddenly became alert, breathing a little thicker, and looking slightly to the side. In the dimness, it was all messy debris, all dense black shadows, and nothing else. The subtle sound just now was like
It's an illusion.
Hallucinations caused by excessive stress.
But when he focused his gaze on the top of his head again, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a chill flowed through his body from the soles of his feet!
Where are the people??
Where is the girl above??
It was obviously there just now, why has it disappeared now?
There was no sound or movement at all. Why did it disappear so suddenly?
The black shadow couldn't help but clenched the ninja sword tightly, tightened his body and crouched lower. All hesitations and orders were temporarily left behind. As long as any abnormal situation occurs, he will definitely take action as soon as possible!
In a crisis environment, life is most important!
He is very confident in his own strength and can completely control the situation in the dark.
However... what he doesn't know is...
Long Er did not disappear, but moved half a meter away and appeared on the wooden beam next to her. However, she was blocked by debris and the black shadow could not see her presence.
The 'owners' who appeared with Long Er, or whose voices just appeared, were two seemingly thin girls, standing in the depths of confusion.
The two girls looked delicate and pretty, but they were cold and silent, with faces as frosty and breath as ice. The most frightening thing was that they were holding high up their hands a strange broadsword. It was square, one meter long, half a meter wide, and
Thin, thin, and sharp, it’s like an enlarged razor blade! It’s stronger, sharper, and colder!!
Just looking at it makes me feel scared. If I use it...hiss...who can imagine what it feels like to be chopped by a large blade?
The two girls held the blades high and stood still, their cold eyes fixed on the center of the two of them, which was where Long Er was standing before.
When the black shadow's attention was completely focused on the top of its head, it ignored the threats around it.
After just five seconds of silence, Long Er said coldly and neatly: "Behead!!"
PS: Let’s have a little blast, brothers, continue to hold up the flowers! I beg you, I beg you!
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