Di Cheng walked with Wei Shuxuan for more than two hours. Although they didn't say too many words to each other, she felt an unprecedented sweetness and warmth in her heart. She wished that they could walk hand in hand like this forever.
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Before boarding the train, Wei Shuxuan once again brought up the matter of going to Wei's house on New Year's Day. It was not until Di Cheng swore to God that he turned around and walked into the carriage. In order to ensure her safety, Di Cheng personally selected ten people from the Guards.
Two alert and tough team members entered the train quietly, accompanied them to Changchun, and escorted them back to Wei's home.
"Brother Cheng, where are we going now?" After the train completely disappeared from sight, Sha Lang interrupted the absent-minded Di Cheng.
"What time is it?" Di Cheng rubbed his forehead, looked away, and forced himself to suppress the matter about Wei Shuxuan.
"It's almost twelve o'clock. In more than half an hour, the Broken Sword Alliance will launch an attack on the Broadsword Association." Sha Lang took the cotton-padded clothes handed by the brothers and put them on Di Cheng. The early morning of a winter night in the Northeast is not ordinary.
It's so cold that even the train station now has only a few scattered people. The cold and deserted conditions make it unbearable. The Broken Blade Alliance and the Broadsword Association can survive temperatures of ten or twenty degrees under this order.
It's hard enough for them to fight hard.
"Where's Weng Xiaofeng?"
"I contacted him just now. He said he was trying to track Chen Zun." Tong Min spoke from the side.
"Let's go, let's watch the battle of these Northeastern men tonight."
When the northern part of Jilin was in the biggest crisis, Chen Hu's arrival brought excitement to the Broadsword Association. The input of two thousand elite tiger troops completely repaired the broken defense line in just two days. With the dual effects of morale and reinforcements,
, the Great Sword Club is like a sleeping beast reawakening. On the other hand, there is obvious wavering and hesitation in the Broken Sword Alliance. No one dares to take up the important task of storming the entrance of W City. The power of the Thousand Jin Sword has already killed Chen Hu.
The legends passed down by Heavenly King Jiang Yuan are astonishing.
But now, both sides have no way out. Everyone in the Broken Blade Alliance's senior management knows that they must not give the Broadsword Association any chance to breathe, otherwise they will be the ones who lose in the end. They can only bite the bullet and fight hard, trying their best.
It is possible to consume the strength of the Broadsword Association. What's more... the people who secretly helped them have made a promise, just like killing Tang Yongkui and others that night!!
At 02:00, all members of the Broken Knife Alliance launched a full-scale attack on the designated target. More than a thousand carefully selected elites, led by the most powerful generals such as Mao Haifeng, finally mustered up the courage to blow the horn.
, three forward arrows were transported by vehicles and quickly appeared at the entrances of the central, west, and east halls of W City. After several shouts, they howled and charged.
The melee in the north finally broke out!!
The Broken Sword Alliance troops responsible for attacking the two entrances to the west and east of the city, or the rest of the offensive and defensive lines, did not feel too obvious difficulties. The fighting power and momentum shown by the Broadsword Association tonight were all under their control.
As expected, it was understandable that they could no longer make progress as before. Now their goal was no longer to capture the entrance of the hall. As long as they could drag the elite members of the Broadsword Association here, they would have completed their mission.
But compared to their "relaxation", Mao Haifeng and his five hundred elites, who were responsible for storming the central part of W City, felt pressure and even despair.
"You alone are worthy enough to challenge me!!" The roar that shook the mountain echoed in the courtyard, exploding like thunder in the ears of every Broken Sword Alliance. Chen Hu in the center of the battlefield danced wildly with his two-meter-long sword.
The long giant sword was like a raging wave crashing against the table, and like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. It was enough to scare everyone around with an evil intent that could be described as terrifying.
It’s not that no one is trying to resist, but looking at the corpses that were chopped into half alive, who has the courage to rush to touch his power? Fame is not as good as meeting, and only by truly standing by his side,
Only then can we truly understand what a "thousand catty storm" is.
Chen Hu's bravery and such shocking and terrifying impact can best awaken the bloody and wild nature of his subordinates. Listening to the roar of the evil tiger and feeling the bursts of doomsday storm, the members of the Broadsword Club felt their blood boiling and their bodies were full of excitement.
With power and madness, the nine-ring sword roared wildly. Under the light, it was cold and sharp, slashing fiercely towards the Broken Sword Alliance like a wave.
The entire battle was almost a one-sided outcome. If these Northeastern men were not all wild, strong and war-like, a rout might have formed long ago, and the battle would have turned into a slaughterhouse.
"Brother Mao!! Come on, if we don't take action, we're going to get dumped. It's a small shame, but we're afraid of losing our lives." Deep in the battlefield, several subordinates anxiously persuaded Mao Haifeng.
"Up?? Which way up?!!" Mao Haifeng glared at him fiercely. The crazy figure in the center of the battlefield made his scalp numb, and his calves trembled just by looking at it. How to fight?? Didn't see just now?
Could that three-man man, who was nearly two meters tall and weighed over two hundred kilograms, be easily chopped into three pieces by that big knife? How could my small body be able to withstand the torment of that big knife?
"Brother Mao, look!!!" Several people around him looked at each other and tore open their cotton-padded jackets at the same time.
"What the hell... Huh? This is..." Mao Haifeng took a closer look, and there were actually bags of... oil tied inside?
One person chuckled ferociously: "I've been prepared for a long time. This time I brought a full fifty kilograms of lubricating oil. I just need to pour this stuff on the cement floor... Humph, I wonder how Chen Hu can still stand up."
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"Brother Mao, come on, put on these shoes. There are iron nails in the ground for a firm grip." Another person took out a nail shoe from his arms and quietly stuffed it into Mao Haifeng's hand.
Seeing the sinister and crazy expressions on the faces of the brothers around him, Mao Haifeng's eyes suddenly lit up.
Oil?? Sprinkle oil on the ground? Good idea!!!
"Okay! Done! Let's be tiger-fighting heroes tonight and chop up this arrogant tiger."
Wearing nail shoes and lubricating oil, Mao Haifeng and more than 20 other boys gritted their teeth and broke through the chaotic and dense crowd in front of them, and appeared in front of Chen Hu.
"Chen Hu, you are so arrogant, I will kill you, Mr. Cat!!" Mao Haifeng took a deep breath, roared loudly, and rushed towards Chen Hu to kill him. Although he was not as powerful as Chen Hu, he was the most powerful underground man in the entire H Province.
World, he is also a resounding god of death, otherwise he would not have been selected to storm W City.
At this moment, temporarily suppressing fear, abandoning worries, and fully bursting with strength, this slash with the sword is also very powerful.
"Old cat??!! Go to hell for me!!" Chen Hu recognized Mao Haifeng at a glance and roared on the spot. He clenched the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and surging strength surged out from his arms like a flood.
, infused steel knife.
The wind roared with great momentum, and the huge machete came out horizontally with a terrifying chopping power of thousands of pounds.
Mao Haifeng also roared loudly and bravely blocked it.
However……
Qiang!!! With just a simple collision, the giant knife smashed through the machete like a machete. The force was raging and the blade was unabated. In an instant, it went straight to Mao Haifeng's head and struck him. The momentum scared him so much that he almost ruptured his gallbladder, and he was deflected at the moment of life and death.
Poof... the giant knife whizzed past, and Mao Haifeng's left ear was chopped off as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, along with a large piece of scalp and hair on the left side of his head.
hiss!!!
"Ah!!" Mao Haifeng screamed like a ghost, and jumped up as if he had stepped on his tail. Although he was lucky enough to save his life, the thrill before, the pain now, and the fear of the rest of the life after the disaster made Cheng Xiong H, who had been living with him for many years,
He jumped up and down, screamed in fear, and even... wet his pants.
However, although he paid a price, he was prepared for the actions of those around him. They rushed up and stopped at the critical moment. The plastic bags in their arms were thrown out with force. The bags had already been loosened and the oil had been
Without restraint, more than fifty kilograms of lubricating oil were all spilled on Chen Hu's body or the ground.
Before Chen Hu could see clearly what it was, the Thousand Jin Knife rotated and chopped, breaking all the "objects" thrown towards his body, but...
The lubricating oil splashed everywhere, not only soaking Chen Hu's lower body, but the area under his feet naturally became an "oil pool".
Caught off guard, Chen Hu lost his balance on the spot and was thrown heavily to the ground. He reflexively used his knife and hands to support him, but he fell to the ground again. Even the giant knife that he relied on for his life almost came out of his hands.
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