The yellow sand rolled, sand and rocks were raging, the entire Baikun city fell into darkness, the wind howled, houses collapsed, trees were uprooted, and objects such as trash cans rushed directly into the sky. The scene was like the sudden end of the world, more fierce and fierce than the previous battle
It is even more shocking, this is the true power of nature!
It’s just that no one has the courage to experience this rare and spectacular scene in person! Run away if you can, and avoid if you can!
The underground air-raid shelter in Baikun City is already filled with members of the Saint Mercenary Group. There are mercenary troops, logistics members, and relatives. The number of people is nearly 20,000! Looking around, the entire area is filled with darkness. There are
Some hugged each other for comfort, some were in shock, and most of them lay exhausted on the ground and fell asleep. They were tired, really tired.
Fortunately, comprehensive considerations were taken when building the air-raid shelter, otherwise it would be impossible to have so many people. However... the enemy temporarily retreated, their lives were temporarily saved, and the problem of food and ammunition still troubled them.
"Dicheng, thank you!" Yuwen Huangxue, with the support of his clan members, pushed through the crowd and came to Di Cheng, followed by all the senior leaders of the Holy Clan. Everyone's body was covered with scars, and they were in a miserable state, and some had weak breaths.
Almost fainting. But in order to express their gratitude, all the people who could be counted came.
There are old and young among them, men and women, people from the Yin tribe, and foreigners with different skin colors. Most of them have never seen Di Cheng, but this does not hinder their respect. Especially after the previous duel with Shen Ao.
Mingshi's shocking figure is still echoing in their minds.
They are arrogant and unruly, and have a high self-esteem, but this time they express their closeness and courtesy to "outsiders" without exception. Those elders of the Yin tribe who once opposed Yu Wen Huangxue's relationship with Di Cheng showed respect while showing hidden expressions in their expressions.
A bit ashamed and ashamed. Who would have thought that the underworld leader who was dismissive at the beginning would grow to such an incredible stage.
These two words, Dicheng! Tianmen!, are enough to arouse their great attention! Especially rescue in critical moments of life and death deserves their courtesy!
Elder Yu Wenchuan, whose strength reached the quasi-Amethyst level, bowed deeply to show his gratitude: "Gao Sen has told us what happened on the way. Thank you Mr. Di for saving our people and saving our hope. Thank you!"
He is the cousin of Yuwen Huangxue's father and the uncle of Yuwen Huangxue. He was also the most determined radical in the Himalayas back then! In today's holy mercenary army, he has a very high status, second only to Yuwen Huangxue.
"You're welcome!" Di Cheng smiled and shook his head. He wanted to stand up and repay the courtesy, but the wound on his body suddenly stiffened. The blood boiling from the beating just now made him lose his mind. He couldn't feel the fatigue or pain. Now he relaxed.
, the wounds all over his body hurt so much that he inhaled frequently. If it weren't for the inappropriate situation, he would have wanted to moan a few times.
"Be honest!" Annie said dissatisfiedly, pushing him back to his seat, and continued to treat his wounds carefully with Mei Yan.
"Yes, we are too polite. We are all allies and we are one family." Yuwen Lengxun said at the right time, publicly affirming the alliance status of Di Cheng and Tianmen for the first time.
The other senior leaders of the Holy Clan looked at each other, smiled and nodded one after another, expressing their approval! Maybe it seems a bit snobbish to show their attitude until now, but in today's world, the strong is respected, and if you don't have enough weight, don't expect others to treat you differently.
Their performance is understandable.
"Have you solved Tianmen's problems?" Yuwen Huangxue asked. In fact, until now, he was still in disbelief at Di Cheng's arrival and the strength he showed. When they parted ways half a year ago, he was very aware of the crisis Tianmen was about to face.
He will definitely not be lighter than his own saints, but now he actually appears in front of him alive.
It can only explain one thing, Tianmen survived and was reborn in Nirvana!
At this time, the tribesmen had moved seats for them, and the other tribesmen took the initiative to step back, leaving a large circle for them to discuss.
"I got through it by luck. I shouldn't encounter any trouble again in a short time. I can stay here for a little longer. If you need me to do anything, just ask." Di Cheng endured the pain caused by applying the ointment and forced himself.
Make a smile.
The elders of the Saint Clan all showed some relief and relief. What they were waiting for was what Di Cheng said next.
Yu Wenchuan nodded and smiled. The more he looked at Di Cheng, the more he liked him. He hesitated a little and said: "This... haha... um... Mr. Di, you may laugh, but... we do..."
"This is..." Di Cheng asked.
Yuwen Lengxun introduced: "My second grandfather is also my father's cousin."
"Hello, Elder Yuwen. If you have anything to ask, I will do whatever I can to help you. As you said, allies."
"Okay, okay, haha... just... uh..." Yu Wenchuan felt warm in his heart, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them out. These people are aloof and arrogant in their bones. From the time they broke out of the Himalayas until today, they have always been
They are domineering and strong. They conquer their enemies and never ask for help from others. It is indeed a bit embarrassing to suddenly ask him to ask for something from a junior.
"Let me tell you." Yuwen Lengxun spoke again at the right time. He was young and did not have the scruples of his elders. In addition, he was similar in age to Di Cheng, so it was more natural to say: "The situation in Baikun City is very serious now.
It's not optimistic. The lake water has been poisoned. The preserved clean water source is about to be used up. There is no water to clean the wounds. The food has reached the limit. It can last for five days at most. In terms of ammunition... there is not a single bullet left.
There is not much medicine left. To put it simply, we have run out of ammunition and food. Although you saved us today, you will definitely come back when the temple regains its breath. By then, there is a 100% chance that we will not be able to survive.
We won't hold any more martial arts competitions, but directly attack by force. We won't be able to hold on for long."
"What do you mean..."
Yuwen Lengxun looked at his father and clan members, coughed a few times, and said: "We can find a way to solve the problem of food and water sources ourselves. While the surrounding troops temporarily retreat, we can go out of the city to buy food, and by the way, we can divert the water from Baikun Lake to the city.
Here. We just hope that Mr. Di can mobilize some troops from Tianmen, as well as ammunition, as much ammunition as possible."
"There are no troops. Chief Yuwen should understand the situation of our Tianmen. The armed forces have not been established yet, so we cannot provide help to you. But as for ammunition... don't worry, it can be delivered the night after tomorrow at the latest."
"Oh? Seriously?!!" He was disappointed with the first half of the sentence, but the second half made him overjoyed! The day after tomorrow? So soon?!
"It's absolutely true!" Di Cheng smiled and nodded. It wasn't that he was bragging, but that when Annie and the others left the country, they had already purchased a large amount of equipment and ammunition on the world's weapons black market through special channels, and were now on their way here.
It is said to be the night after tomorrow, but in fact the first batch of ammunition supplies may arrive tomorrow.
Anne has prepared everything in place! Otherwise, she would not have agreed to Di Cheng coming to the rescue. No one expected that just a few experts from Di Cheng could turn the tide of the battle in a fierce battle.
Seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, Di Cheng couldn't help but sigh, he was lucky to have a talent like Annie.
"Okay!!!" Yuwen Huangxue and others let out a long sigh of relief. The problem that could determine the survival of the saints was solved instantly. Their eyes changed again when they looked at Di Cheng, and they even wanted to "offer" them to worship.
impulse.
Only those who have experienced a long period of darkness can best appreciate the value of light. It’s been half a month! It’s been half a month!! There are five or six thousand troops in Baikun City, with guns and cannons, but no bullets!
The feeling is almost crazy!!
If there is enough ammunition, given the strength of Baikun City and the quantity and quality of the troops, it will be no problem to hold on for another month!!
"If we only provide ammunition, the Saints will not be able to reverse the situation of the war, and they will eventually be destroyed." Anne suddenly whispered in Di Cheng's ear. The situation of the Saints was not as serious as she expected. They had completely cut off contact with the outside world, except for
Tianmen, no one will provide funding anymore. If this situation is not improved, the result will be destruction!
Therefore, additional auxiliary measures must be taken to let the surrounding forces see the possibility of the Holy Clan's "re-emergence", eliminate their concerns, and then continue to cooperate!
Di Cheng looked at her without speaking, and asked with his eyes. "Is there any other way?"
"Golden Crescent! Warlord Soroda!" Annie's red lips parted slightly, without making a sound, and she only conveyed the message through her mouth.
Huh? Di Cheng was slightly startled. Golden New Moon? Soroda? is a good idea. But...
Looking at her inquiringly again, Anne slowly nodded in affirmation.
"If you have something to say, just say it! Why are you talking dumb!" A cold snort suddenly came from the crowd, interrupting the eye contact between the two.
"Nian'er! How polite are you!" Yu Wenchuan glared at Yu Wen Leng Nian behind him with dissatisfaction, smiled at Di Cheng and said, "Mr. Di, don't be offended, Nian'er is used to being wild."
Di Cheng was not angry. He thought for a moment and smiled: "I have an armed force in my hands."
"Oh? You have quite a few trump cards." Yuwen Huangxue glanced at Di Cheng with a strange expression.
"What troops?" Everyone couldn't help but ask. Even Xi Yuhuang and the others paid attention. Tianmen had armed troops? Why didn't they know?
"Golden Crescent, Soroda Warlord Force."
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