"Guhun, you stay and deal with the follow-up work. Let's go to the *book* (www.pao8.com) to inform the zombies, release the black troops and guards, assemble the team, and catch up with me as soon as possible." The Ghost King ordered, and
The two gods and kings looked at each other, dodged at the same time, and ran quickly down the mountain.
"Assemble the team, let's go!!" Everyone in Sadre clenched their weapons and set off immediately, while giving the order to retreat to the other divine servants.
In the valley, the two armies immediately withdrew from the battlefield upon receiving the order. Following the guidance of Sadler and others, they quickly pursued the footsteps of the God King and the Ghost King.
The left hand of the God of Death and the Roar of the God of War came and left suddenly.
Zhou Shaohua and others were completely desperate and prepared to strike a fatal blow and pulled a few people on their backs. However, the left hand of Death retreated without any warning, which made them staggered. At first, they thought that the enemy was preparing to gather.
A large-scale sprint and siege continued until the left hand of the God of Death and the roar of the God of War completely disappeared from sight and never appeared again. Then he loosened his tense nerves and collapsed weakly, lying on the ground full of blood and corpses, his vision dim.
, I don’t want to move an inch anymore.
He stared blankly at the corpses on the ground, his body twitching feebly due to pain and weakness. The previous wails and roars seemed to echo in his ears, and the scene of his brother's tragic death still echoed in his mind.
The restless fighting spirit slowly calmed down, the boiling blood slowly cooled down, the world became quiet, everything stopped, only the sourness and desolation emerged in my heart, slowly filled my eyes, turned into a few tears, and rolled down silently.
Silently pay homage to the dead brothers, those brothers who used their bodies to protect themselves from swords and guns.
A tragic defeat, an unprecedented defeat, the most miserable battle since the establishment of the Guards and Black Arms Forces.
For the first time, they experienced the tyranny and terror of the "organization". They once thought that the roar of the God of War and the left hand of the God of Death were nothing more than that, but now...
Corpses, corpses, corpses all over the ground.
Suddenly! Sha Lang's heart trembled and he jumped up involuntarily. But he stood up too hard and moved too much, causing wounds on his body. His face was pale, his body was stiff, and his eyes were wide. It took him a long time to take a breath and call out urgently.
Drink: "Get up! Everyone, get up!! Where is Brother Cheng??"
Brother Cheng? Everyone was shocked. Except for those who really couldn't stand up, there were more than 40 brothers who could stand up and got up with difficulty.
"I seem to see Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang going..." Zhou Shaohua looked around and tried to recall the scene at that time. After a while, he pointed to the northwest and shouted: "They all ran in that direction."
"Leave a few people to take care of you. Others, spread out and go northwest. No matter what, find Brother Cheng for me!!" Shalang's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted in a hissing voice. He ignored the pain that was like tearing his body and headed northwest.
He rushed forward like crazy.
"A few of you, stay, the rest, go!" Tong Min pointed at the three brothers of the Guards and called on the others to start searching immediately.
No matter how much his body hurts, no matter how tired he is, no matter whether he will collapse completely due to excessive blood loss, he searches around with his eyes wide open. There are no unnecessary thoughts in his mind, and only one voice echoes: "I want to see someone.
If you die, you will see your corpse."
dead body?
But no one knows if they really see Di Cheng's body, whether they will collapse, whether Tianmen will collapse.
Unknowingly, a feeling of fear and coldness emerged in their hearts. Their searching eyes appeared a little hazy, and their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably. They were eager to find Di Cheng's figure, but they were afraid... afraid that they would not see it.
The breath of Di Cheng.
They tried their best to move their legs, faster and faster, but whether it was because of pain, fatigue, fear or worry, their steps forward became slower and slower.
Many brothers covered their mouths with force, trying not to cry, but tears rolled down uncontrollably. They told themselves to be strong, to believe in Di Cheng, and not to cry like a woman, but... why?
I'm scared, why can't I control my tears?
The search team gradually slowed down. Some brothers slowly knelt down with their heads in their hands, biting their lips and sobbing silently. He did not dare to go any further. He did not dare to see the tragic death of Di Cheng.
Although Sha Lang and others still moved forward with difficulty and were still searching hard, the shadow in their hearts could not be removed no matter what, and the depressive atmosphere made them almost suffocated.
Leave this woodland, leave this valley, and climb over to other mountains. In the end, everyone's steps are as heavy as lead, everyone covers their mouths hard, and everyone's face is covered with tears and snot.
Everyone's body is sobbing gently, and everyone's heart is praying and begging silently.
When the sky gradually began to darken and everyone's hearts sank into the ice valley, they finally saw traces of the battle on the mountainside of the third mountain outside the valley, with a large amount of scarlet blood.
Under Shalang's urgent shouting, the brothers who were scattered and searching quickly gathered together.
"Blood? Whose blood?" Zhou Shaohua's pupils dilated and his voice trembled, as if he was asking someone else or himself.
"They fought here, they came here." Sha Lang trembled and looked around in panic.
"Is it at the top of the mountain?" Zhang Chuo's eyes followed the faint traces of footsteps and looked all the way to the top of the mountain.
"Go up and have a look?" Everyone looked at the top of the mountain intently. At this moment, they were not afraid of the sky or the earth, but they hesitated.
After a long time, Shalang suddenly slapped himself hard to wake himself up: "Let's go!!"
"Let's go!!" Everyone took a deep breath, raised their breath, and rushed towards the top of the mountain quickly.
But on the surface, he seemed to be "moving forward inexorably", but his heart was in his throat, and his climbing steps were obviously trembling.
The higher we climbed, the closer we got to the top of the mountain, the stronger the nervous feeling became. When we finally approached the top of the mountain, we all closed our eyes in "tacit agreement" and reached the top of the mountain carefully.
When the cold front from the top of the mountain blew against their cheeks, and when they smelled the smell of blood in the air, everyone's hearts twitched violently, and they all opened their eyes.
"Brother Cheng?" He stared blankly at the figure lying in a pool of blood, and cautiously took a few steps forward.
Although the blood is dripping, the figure is still familiar. Although the clothes are tattered, it still looks like before. This is...Brother Cheng!!!
Sha Lang crawled forward and rushed forward. Di Cheng, who was kneeling heavily in a pool of blood, slowly stretched out his hand and touched his throat tremblingly.
The hearts of Tong Min, Zhou Shaohua and others almost jumped out of their throats. Their eyes were fixed on Shalang's hand without blinking. There was fear, worry, nervousness, and expectation in their bloodshot eyes.
Complex emotions gather in it.
finally……
Sha Lang's hand touched Di Cheng's throat, and a slight beating sensation could be heard clearly, once... once... once...
Sha Lang was stunned, looking at Di Cheng blankly, and collapsed on the ground weakly. After a moment, he suddenly hugged Di Cheng's body and burst into tears.
"Ah!!! Ah!!!" Sha Lang buried his head in Di Cheng's arms for a while and cried loudly like a child. Then he looked up at the sky and roared with tears rolling down his face. He looked almost crazy, as if he had been greatly affected.
of stimulation.
Tong Min and others didn't know the situation and thought... thought...
Bang! One after another collapsed on the ground, their expressions were dull, and tears came out of their eyes. At this moment, their brains were blank, as if they had lost half of their consciousness. Let the mountain wind blow their cheeks, let Shalang's cry echo in their ears, like a puddle
Rotten meat, dull and lifeless.
until……
"Ah!! Brother Cheng is alive! Still alive!! Brother Cheng is still alive!!" Sha Lang hugged Di Cheng's body with all his strength, crying and laughing, sometimes shouting like crazy.
ah?
alive?
Tong Min and others were stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Sha Lang, who was losing control of his mind, with mucus and tears rolling down his nose. Then they all jumped up and wiped their hands towards Di Cheng's throat.
The weak beat of the pulse was transmitted to the hand like an electric current.
"Fuck your ancestor!!" Tong Min suddenly roared and hit Sha Lang in the face with his round fist.
"Alive? Why the hell are you crying!" Zhang Chuo and others roared in unison, and a shower of fists and kicks rained down on Sha Lang.
Can……
"Haha!! Alive! Alive!!" Sha Lang hugged Di Cheng's body tightly and laughed loudly, but his tears could not be stopped for a moment. He looked like he was laughing, but the twitching at the corner of his mouth was obviously crying. It seemed as if he was crying.
The most cherished thing was lost and found, and the emotional fluctuations strongly impacted his bottom line.
At this moment, he was really crazy.
"Stay alive!" After a burst of punches and kicks, Tong Min and others knelt down one by one, hugged Di Cheng and Shalang, cried and laughed loudly, letting tears and snot fall down. At this moment, they just wanted to shout hysterically.
Express your inner emotions.
Stay alive!! Just stay alive!!
But when the brothers hugged each other, cried and laughed loudly, no one noticed that deep in the forest, a ghostly figure was watching them quietly, with a cold smile emerging at the corner of his mouth.
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