Upon hearing these words, some of the gods within the formation immediately stood up and flew towards the outside of the Shanhe Sheji Map.
A faint light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. He supported the golden hoop on the ground, stood up unsteadily, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and wisps of cloud energy gathered under his feet.
"Monkey, you are so seriously injured, why are you joining in the fun?" When Nezha saw Sun Wukong's appearance, he immediately flew over.
"It's just a minor injury."
"Is this still a minor injury? Except for Yang Jian, you are the most seriously injured in the entire heaven. Those Indian gods almost joined forces to chop off your head!" Nezha shook his head decisively, "Just stay here honestly.
, it’s enough for us to go.”
Sun Wukong snorted coldly, raised the blood-stained golden cudgel in his hand, and slammed it onto the ground. The mountain peaks dyed with ink suddenly shook!
"Don't forget, when I went to the West, the title I was conferred was Fighting and Victorious Buddha... In terms of fighting, who can beat me?" Sun Wukong said calmly, "Even if I am injured, it is not enough to stop the two main gods.
question."
Feeling the violent divine power surging out of Sun Wukong's body, Nezha stared at him complicatedly for a moment, then sighed and made no further attempts to persuade him.
"Is Yang Jian awake?"
"No." Sun Wukong looked back at the blood shadow in the center of the formation, which had extremely weak aura. "He has a tough life and will not die in a short time..."
Nezha nodded, "He is safe here, let's go."
Many divine shadows passed over the map of mountains and rivers and disappeared without a trace.
…
Inside Chennan Pass.
"I am the commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, Zuo Qing..."
A voice was transmitted through the universal channel to the ears of all the night watchmen stationed in Chennan Pass and the Daxia military.
At this moment, the busy Chennanguan Operations Command Room fell silent at the same time. The figures standing in front of numerous electronic screens and sand tables stopped what they were doing and listened carefully to the words in the communicator.
In front of the commander-in-chief's position, he was wearing a peaked cap and was extremely haggard. He slowly stood up and turned to look out the window at the figure standing on the top of the outer wall of Chennanguan...
…
"...The gods of Great Xia are about to launch a general counterattack against the gods of the Tianshen Temple. By then, we will face an unprecedented wave of divine beasts, perhaps several times more than what we are now..."
Click——!
A sniper shell shot into the air. In the observation deck of Chennanguan, a member of the Daxia Military Special Operations Team paused slightly when he heard these words.
After a moment of silence, he continued to pull the gun bolt expressionlessly, put his face in front of the sniper scope, and slowly locked the eyeball of a giant beast that was quickly sprinting towards the outer wall...
boom!
A roaring gunshot sounded, and a bullet flew out, accurately shattering the giant beast's eyeball.
The giant beast that had lost its sight roared and immediately lost its direction. Several figures in dark red cloaks rushed out at the same time, taking the opportunity to kill it to the ground!
…
"...Now in this pass, there are soldiers who have fought hard to resist since the beginning of the war, and there are also reinforcements mobilized from other passes in Daxia. During these sixty hours of desperate fighting, they have been stationed here.
The last line of defense standing in front of Daxia..."
In Chennanguan's serious injury rescue room, countless figures who had been seriously injured in the battle were lying on the blood-colored sheets.
Some of them lost their arms, some had their thighs chewed off by giant beasts, some were covered in blood and unconscious, and some stopped breathing amidst bursts of urgent rescue calls...
Hundreds of medical staff shuttled between these beds, their white clothes dyed red, and their tired eyes full of bloodshot eyes.
Hearing the sound coming from the loudspeaker, the painful screams in the rescue room gradually weakened.
A wounded man who had just woken up from the anesthesia for amputation surgery, his dilated pupils gradually condensed, staring blankly at the ceiling, listening carefully to something.
"...This war may become our grave, but it is also the last hope of millions of people behind us.
If you are willing to die for Daxia, please follow me... to go outside the city wall to resist the beast tide!"
In the serious injury rescue room, there was a sudden silence, and then some figures who could still move stood up and quickly ran outside.
The injured amputee lying on the hospital bed regained consciousness in an instant. He suddenly sat up from the hospital bed, picked up the metal frame with an IV hanging next to him as a crutch, and ran out.
"Hey! Why are you running? One of your legs has been amputated, and now you can't walk well! Are you going outside to die?" A medical staff hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
"I...I, I must...have to go!" The wounded man, who had not yet recovered from the anesthesia, stammered, "You...dodge...get out of the way!"
"No..." The medical staff was about to say something else when a palm patted her shoulder.
She looked back and saw an old doctor with gray hair standing behind her, shaking his head helplessly, "Xiao Li... don't stop him, let him go."
"But director, look at him like this...why did he go to the battlefield!"
"What does he look like? Look carefully. What does he look like?"
The director raised his chin in the direction of the wounded man, his expression extremely complicated.
The medical staff turned around and saw the wounded man lying on the ground. He took out a bloodstained dark red cloak from under the bed with difficulty, draped it solemnly behind his back, and then used a metal frame to support his body with one hand.
Holding a straight knife in his other hand, he staggered toward the rescue room.
The dim sunlight fell from the window, stretching his cloaked shadow very long, like a stubborn giant, staggering towards his fateful battlefield.
She stared at this scene and froze on the spot.
"He is a night watchman." The director's helpless voice sounded, "In the past few years since I moved from military medicine to logistics, I have never seen young people like him. Even though he is usually cheerful and cheerful, at times like this, nine cows are all nervous.
If he doesn't come back... do you think he is going to die? He is going to find his duty and glory."
In addition to the wounded who staggered away, there were also figures who were also seriously injured, following him with difficulty. They were not all night watchmen, but also Daxia's military and some logistics personnel. There was something hidden in their eyes.
Light.
The medical staff opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but were too shocked to say a word.
At this moment, the director behind her turned around, groped in the drawer, and finally took out an old-fashioned revolver, kicked it into the pocket of his white coat full of blood, and walked out.
"Director?! Where are you going?" she asked after being stunned for a long time.
The gray-haired old military doctor smiled and said, "Despite my age, when I was young, my marksmanship was still very accurate... maybe it can come in handy."
"Director? Director!"
Amidst the stunned voices of the medical staff, the old military doctor laughed, walked out of the emergency room with windy steps, and disappeared from sight...