The people of Daxia also shed tears, and many forces fell silent.
Through the TV broadcast, they saw the blood-red battlefield, the corpses lying on the ground densely packed like a carpet, including people they knew and their families...
As the battle continues, the demon clan's creatures are also dying, and they are also bleeding. The blood irrigates the earth and dyes thousands of miles of mountains and rivers red.
Millions of soldiers stepped on the corpses of their comrades to resist, and those who died were replaced in an endless stream.
Even their general lost half of his body and was still shouting: "Block, block..." As he spoke, hot tears flowed out until he lost his last hope.
The people cried, and they knelt on the ground and begged the gods of Daxia to bless them.
Many forces remained silent until a Buddha's call came from Songshan Mountain: "Amitabha, let the poor monk bear this cause and effect."
The next second, the entire Song Mountain was shaking, and a golden light flew towards the north.
In a city, a middle-aged man looked at a woman behind him and asked: "Are you really going?"
"I have to go. They are all gone. How can I survive and take good care of our son."
The strong men hidden in the crowd also went to the battlefield through the portal, and in several cities there were really only ordinary people left.
Even ordinary people began to organize on their own and marched toward the northern border. Even though the war might be over before they could get there, they had to go. Their relatives and friends were all fighting there, and they were ordinary people.
people.
The scenes in Kyushu deeply hurt the hearts of all major forces, and some young people even ignored their families' orders and insisted on participating in the battle.
Until a voice from a family came out: "Everyone, my Beiming family left behind the children under the age of twenty, and the rest went to the battlefield. This is our hometown, this is our land. Once we leave here, we will follow the bereaved dogs."
What's the difference?"
Hearing this voice, many forces were heartbroken and their last hesitation was cut off. Except for young people under the age of twenty, they all headed to the battlefield.
"Where is the country and the family? Kill!"
On the northern battlefield, a soldier who lost his hands roared and rushed towards the enemy in the west.
He was quickly beaten into a pulp, but he also bit off a piece of meat from the powerful Westerner.
The battle will not stop with the arrival of night. Blood can still be seen under the dark night sky, and those broken and sacrificed bodies can still be seen.
In the Western camp, Cain watched silently, muttering in his heart: "This kind of civilization will never die."
They continued to fight until dawn the next day, as the warm sunshine shone across the earth.
It illuminated the faces of countless people, revealing the cruelty of the battlefield. Several mountains and hills appeared overnight, which made people feel distressed and even suffocated.
Because the so-called mountains are all corpses, the hills are also corpses, and the battlefields are all corpses. At a glance, they are all corpses.
A blood-red river rushed towards the south. In the blood river, there seemed to be tens of thousands of heroic souls shouting unwillingly. They still want to fight...
The powerful ones at the Holy Lord level did not take action. Most of the half-holy and quasi-holy cities in the East have fallen. The hearts of those who survived are full of exhaustion and numbness.
Li Erniu crawled out from the pile of corpses, his body covered in blood and missing an arm. He seemed to have lost his sense of pain and staggered towards the Great Wall.
Ye Lan, Ling Fei, Nie Wushuang, and others were also covered in blood, and their armors were also broken.
Beichen's Kuangdao's sword broke, and he lay quietly in the mountain of corpses, leaving unwillingly, with wounds all over his body.