Hundreds of Yamato soldiers gathered, and the Chief of the Sgt. gave the final pre-war encouragement.
"In another hour and 17 minutes, we will launch a general attack on the Chinese army on the other side. Now they are just wastes who resist stubbornly, crush them and kill them! Capture Lanxi, Wucheng is right in front of us!
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"えいい!" The Chief Sir shouted loudly.
"おー!" Everyone shouted immediately.
Morale was available, and the chief officer nodded with satisfaction, but he quickly frowned and looked into the air.
There, something is falling from the sky.
Seeing the chief's confusion expression, many soldiers turned their heads and looked upwards behind them.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The muffled sound of flesh and blood being crushed was continuous.
The sergeant stood there expressionlessly.
In front of him, fresh lives became a pool of meat paste in an instant, and warm plasma splattered all over his body, and his blood-red vision was blurred, twisting all the defense lines in his heart.
He cried like a child, and behind him, the sound of the devil's footsteps kept popping.
Blood gathered together and flowed through under him.
The chief officer slowly took out the pistol from his waist and put the muzzle into his mouth.
Bang!
Liu Xiao, who passed by from a low altitude, could not see any expression on his face. He had killed many people, but his heart was resistant to killing his peers, not because these people should not die. In fact, each of them appeared on the battlefield.
All people should have the awareness of dying at any time.
He just doesn't want the pain, fear, despair, anger, struggle of the dead, to become his own psychological excitement, and does not want to get used to and enjoy this kind of high-ranking who controls everything, let alone lose his humanity.
Use anger to suppress the desire for killing in the body.
Wherever they passed, the Yamato army was invincible.
Invisible air pressure crushed all the creatures he could see into flesh mud. This was not his most efficient way of killing people, but he just didn't want to see the complete corpse.
The weak have no right to choose the way to die.
Countless tongues of flames sprayed themselves from every corner, including some laser-like rays, but all of this was just a gentle touch for him, and the outer cloak was completely broken, but the Qiluo shiny shirt inside was not hurt at all.
Hovering in the air, the established army was no longer visible on the ground, only flesh and blood and some scared soldiers.
The artillery fire, bullets, particle beams, and searchlights were all concentrated on Liu Xiao.
He just stood in the air, like an ancient god of killing, dominating the world.
Liu Xiao's eyes looked at the other end of the river, some Chinese soldiers poked their heads out, and a few familiar scarlet members.
Some hesitation, sparks sputtered on himself, a large-caliber bullet bounced away by his forehead, particle beam swept across his waist, and shells exploded behind him, a little hesitant, when a person possesses among his own kind
With absolute strength, this change in mentality is subtle, but it makes people feel at a loss.
Ants, ants all over the ground.
But they are indeed my kind.
That's how we first look at ourselves.
Sighing.
The air around completely stagnated, and even the thunder clouds above the head began to disintegrate and dissipate.
Gangfeng cutting array.
In an instant, countless bitter wind blades shot out towards the surroundings with Liu Xiao as the center.
Wind blades ruthlessly tear open all the objects, ground, buildings, weapons, and human bodies where they pass. They are like they are sick, wandering back and forth in the space around Liu Xiao, raging the earth.
The sound of wind, the thunder in the distance, the harsh metal tearing, the screams of human beings, and the thunderous sound of one's own heartbeat.
The flames that he vomited to himself gradually disappeared. On this land covered by death, there was no so-called fairness, only the contempt of the strong to the weak and the fear exuded by blood.
Liu Xiao grinned, suppressing his surging murderous intent and his desire for killing.
The sharp sound of the whistling wind gradually faded, scanning the city beneath it.
The collapsed buildings, the broken ground, the broken limbs and arms have gathered into the blood of the river. What belongs to this land is still there, and what should not be there is no sound.
Liu Xiao, with an indifferent expression, slowly flew to the other side of the river.
...........
In the underground bunker across the river
A young Chinese soldier rushed in and shouted loudly to the military control inside.
"On the other side...it seems to be fighting on their own!"
"Yawa Dog poured all the fire into the air, and didn't call us! They seemed to be attacking a person, a person in the air!"
The young soldier gasped and said in a way that was as easy as possible.
Wei Qiu frowned, looked at a young man in military uniform sitting in the corner, and asked, "Is it yours?"
The young man scratched his nose, thought about it carefully, and shook his head, "No, Scarlet Wilderness has no wind source transformation."
He stood up and said to the young soldier, "Let's go and see you."
"Let's go together." Wei Qiu gave a color to the staff officer and the political commissar and followed together.
In a low building on the south bank of the Lanxi River, several people looked at the other side with night vision telescopes. At this time, there were no gunfires on the other side, and only the heart-wrenching sound of wind whistling.
A wind blade cuts a building built with reinforced concrete, just like cutting tofu.
A large amount of blood flowed from the north bank into the Lanxi River, and the river water had been dyed red.
In the night, a figure hovered in the air.
The man was covered in blood, and the fox mask on his face was broken, revealing an ugly face that looked like an evil ghost, but it was definitely not the true face, because the face had also cracked and looked even more ferocious.
"Is this...our people?"
Wei Qiu swallowed his saliva and subconsciously reached out to take out the medicine bottle, but found that the medicine bottle was not brought out.
The young man in red ignored him, all his attention was on the man in the air, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
The other side was completely quiet.
The Chinese people hiding in the dark, holding their breath, everyone stared at the person who was slowly flying towards the river.
"Wei Tuan!"
The staff officer beside him yelled.
No one knows whether this person will suddenly attack his team.
One person makes Yamato Dog on the other side completely disappear. Acting? It is impossible to look at the blood that dyes the red river surface and look at the ruins on the other side.
But if...
Wei Qiu didn't dare to think that he looked at the young man in red beside him. The only one who could deal with such a level of transformation was scarlet.
This young man named Bao Hua is one of the strongest combat powers in the Scarlet War! How many times have it been dependent on him and his team to escape the death disaster. It is also because of them that the war has been dragged to this day.
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Whether it is the lost, the transformer, or the agents with brand new technology, they have gone beyond the scope of war he knows.
Every time, when this young man, who is only a few years older than his son, holds the giant sword that is said to be from the origin, even if he is himself, he will feel a sense of security. That cold weapon can almost easily cut off the earth.
any object.
"Bao Hua, what's wrong with you?"
Although this young man is not so reliable in normal times, he is absolutely decisive when occupying the situation and does not hesitate at all.
But now, Wei Qiu found that Bao Hua opened his mouth slightly, slowly stood up, and actually walked out of the cover, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Come back! Bao Hua!"
Wei Qiu rushed forward, grabbed the young man's clothes, and wanted to pull him back, but he found it desperately that he couldn't pull it.
Bao Hua took down the giant sword behind him.
Is this going to be a fight?
Sure enough, what is coming is coming!
Wei Qiu took out his pistol and his eyes were firm.
But the next scene made him a little confused.
Bao Hua waved the giant sword in his hand, and his face was full of excitement.
The man flying in the air also looked at this side, and a smile appeared on his hideous face.