Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty The Devil Ripped the Skin
"This is Tongye. Now I'm reporting to the second lady on the situation of each department."
"speak."
"The "Hymn" troops have reached the encirclement position and are building fortifications. Twenty-five people died and 30 were disabled. The "Lianzi" troops and the "Fat" troops are cleaning the battlefield. A total of fifty-one people died and 30 were disabled.
Thirty-two people; the "punishment" unit arrived at the encirclement position five minutes later, with 13 dead and 67 disabled. Next, I will rush to the unit where "Tiramisu" is located."
"Um, you?"
"Sorry, it's me and "Feng", we're going there together."
"I understand. If anything changes during the process, please notify me as soon as possible."
"yes."
——After the war, Xu Feng was put on leave for a month because of this report, looking for (garbled code.)
"Maybe he didn't lie."
"Well, a commander must trust his subordinates."
In the large army building fortifications, Ye Lanxin, who had put down her core communication equipment, lowered her head. She stared at the ground, dazed for two minutes with some vague uneasiness in her heart.
Behind her, Lan Ruxin, as her sister, took over her commanding duties, repeatedly checking the details of the fortifications, including the remaining fifty combatants and more than twenty wounded, in the eyes of her subordinates who were 70% trustful and 3% fearful.
She carefully allocates the specific locations, including medicines and food, to individuals.
Even the money she had after escaping was distributed to people.
"Where are you?"
The voice of her sister's breathless voice came from behind Lan Ruxin. Ye Lanxin held her sister's shoulders, her face turned a little pale.
Sometimes, a girl's sixth sense is terrifyingly accurate.
"I'll just come. You go over there to rest first. You still have to prepare for the final battle, right?"
"let me."
Ye Lanxin grabbed Lan Ruxin's right wrist and tried to snatch the clipboard and pen from her hand. At this time, her posture was anxious and her steps were frivolous, like a drug addict clutching the medicine bottle.
Looking for a diversion of attention or relief.
"Calm down, you can't beat me."
"I don't want to argue with you, give it to me!"
Lan Ruxin easily dodged Ye Lanxin as the cat pounced on her. She flipped her wrist and lightly hit the back of Ye Lanxin's head with the rotating wooden record board.
Ye Lan's heart dropped, he turned around and threw himself into his sister's arms, crying.
"Give it to me!!!"
"Okay, you're not sure yet, are you? Are you so unsure of your man?"
"Because I know him... It was like this last time, and isn't Xu Feng the most powerful of your men?!"
"No, no, no, he can't even beat you, be good, maybe he made a slip of the tongue, ah~"
Lan Ruxin was contentedly and helplessly enjoying the life of her long-lost sister. Although both of them were covered in dried stains and blood, this happy worry was warmer than the splendid clothes of the past.
"Well...if something happens to Shuwen, I'll leave Xu Feng alone for a month!"
"Okay, okay~"
After calming down her sister's emotions, Lan Ruxin, who was finally free, freed up her hands and continued to direct the construction of the fortifications.
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, but the bright summer sun did not shine on the canyon of Xushan.
The strong wind roared, the torn bullets and projectiles made a clear roar, and the heat that floated into the air filled the dark clouds brought by the wind.
Heavy rain fell.
In the middle of the storm shrouded in clouds, Yun Moyin stood there with murderous intent on her face, like the goddess of rain and storms.
"Gu...little...little sister Su."
"Heal your wounds with peace of mind,"
Beside her, a young man whose lower half was blown off was holding a snatched identity tag. He was rescued by the team's medical staff.
With help, he barely managed to hang on to his life.
"Farewell forever..."
"thump."
The crisp sound of the landing stung Yun Moyin's eardrums. She closed her eyes and digested it all silently.
The sixteen-year-old boy was the last survivor of the "Essential Violet" unit. During the previous surprise attack, this ShadowClan member stayed in the medical vehicle in the camp and escaped because his injuries were not healed.
One calamity.
There are no words to describe the excitement that filled Yun Moyin's soul when she grabbed him from under the rubble of the vehicle.
In order to protect him, Yun Moyin strongly asked the young man to stay in the army she was responsible for. Her original intention was to stay closer to her to provide an extra layer of protection.
However, Yun Moyin forgot that this boy was a true Shadow Clan warrior.
When encountering the enemy, Yun Moyin's troops could only freeze in place because Mei'er and Lin Shuwen had not arrived and because they had no way to grab the identity cards.
In order to ensure the success of the plan, she could only watch the suspicious enemies throw grenades towards her own area.
In these short two minutes, even she herself was decorated with flowers on her arms.
"Put his body in the back."
In order to turn the tide of the war, this young man from the Shadow Clan used shadow escape to act privately. After successfully grabbing the identity card, he retreated to his own side under cover, with the enemy's sticky bomb stuck to his leg.
If he keeps running, he will be right in the middle of his team when the bomb explodes.
After a moment of thinking, he poked the bomb with a knife in advance.
"Little Sister Su..."
"I can't protect anything...us! We are not as strong as Lin Shuwen! We can't protect anything!"
Yun Moyin roared hoarsely, and the wind shattered the falling raindrops and also shattered the mercenaries who tried to break through the wind wall.
After the boy took action, Yun Moyin had already opened the wind wall and surrounded everyone in the area.
This never-ending battleground.
"Then we at least..."
All the team members were bathed in anger and hatred, their eyes were bloodshot, and the blood in their bodies was completely aroused.
"Avenge them, shall you? Give them some sweet burial gifts?"
"Howl!!!"
The cry of Qingyan's elemental spirit seemed to open the chains of a cage, and all the "Shadow Kill" members, led by Yun Moyin, rushed towards the eleven-man mercenary force in front.
"di..."
"boom!!!!"
The wind blade suddenly shot out from the ground and cut off the finger holding the bomb. The blond mercenary knelt on the ground in pain. The assassins' sharp blades had already reached the place where they should go.
"Dangdangdang..."
The mercenary holding a huge shield covered his companion with the shield, blocking five or six sharp blades aimed at his head.
"Stand up! (Grand)"
The roaring shield-wielding mercenary deflected all the assassins with his shield, but when he lowered his head, his companions on the ground had been cut into several pieces by the second round of wind blades.
“No!!!(Grand)”
The mercenary holding the shield roared angrily, and he rushed towards Yun Moyin in the center of the battlefield with his shield raised.
"Mork! Stop!!! (Gran)"
"I'm going to kill you!!! (You will die!) (Gran)"
"No (Grand)"
The wind condensed on Yun Moyin's arms, and the violent pressure of the wind made a crackling sound on her hand bones, while invisible sharp blades turned on her arms.
She raised her arms, her tearful face filled with grief and anger. In front of her almost vacuum fist, a whirlwind like an electric drill was pointed directly at the giant shield that was charging towards her.
“It’s you! (Gran)”
"Crash..."
The giant shield turned into debris in an instant. Yun Moyin's right fist passed through his body, and then, rain of blood and flesh fell on the ground.
Where the wind danced wildly, only Yun Moyin's bloody fist remained.
"Tell me something: Bomb, did you have fun? (Grand)"
Yun Moyin licked the blood on her lips and rolled her tongue a few times as if tasting dessert. Then she tilted her head and looked at the mercenary team with only five people left:
"Is it cool to be an invader? (Grand)"
"You beasts of cattle. (Grand)"
When Yun Moyin was in high school, she was able to speak fluently in the spoken pronunciation of different parts of the country through her family's education.
Lining up in Gram language.
Never lost.
"This was just a war and we just lost! (Grand)"
"Yes, you are just a herd of livestock, we just killed an uneducated wild animal. (Grand)"
Yun Moyin stood like this, with countless wind blades tearing apart the enemy's body with her insults, and countless "Shadow Kill" team members relied on the air crotch of the wind blades to carry out attacks.
"Shis cannot be killed but not humiliated! You Chinese people are a bunch of barbaric monkeys! (Glen language)"
"We use different etiquette for different creatures, so you think we treat monkeys. However, even so, I still want to remind you that you overestimate yourself. We are obviously treating you the same way we treat cockroaches (Ge)
Lan language)"
The wind condensed on Yun Moyin's fists again. She stared at the three mercenaries who were shaken by anger, and prepared to punch downwards.
"We surrender! (Gran)"
“Would you have mercy on a crouching bug? (Grand)”
The violent wind shattered the ground, and the three mercenaries, who had been consumed to the point of death by the other "Shadow Kill" members, just disappeared into the storm mixed with clods of earth.
"Huh...uh...huh..."
Quietly sobbing mixed with tired breathing, Yun Moyin stood in the rainstorm that finally fell, lowering his head and crying.
Like her, the other team members who had finished venting their hatred also stayed where they were, either standing, supporting, or curling up.
No one thought about celebrating, and everyone recalled their companions who could only be mentioned in the past tense.
On the grass not far away, "Butterfly" who was leading the team passing by stopped and took out a stone from her bag, which was a self-statement of a "Shadow Kill" team member before his death.
"well……"
"Die" clutched the stone, holding up the "Shadow Killer" identity card with the other hand, and walked towards the crying Yun Moyin.
"Who are you?"
"The "Butterfly" of "Wutong", this should be something you once served under."
Xu Feng, who was on the hillside, watched all this quietly. He also held his identity card high and walked to Yun Moyin's side.
"Where's Lin Shuwen?"
If we talk about the source of the boy's tragedy, Lin Shuwen, who did not arrive on time, definitely accounts for more than 60% of the responsibility.
"Some changes have occurred, and it is still unknown whether he can survive or not."
Xu Feng did not play the emotional card. He was experienced and knew that the best "defense" at this moment was to tell the facts.
"call……"
Yun Moyin stopped talking. She held the stones brought by "Butterfly" in both hands and walked quietly to a corner under the cliff.
"Die" turned to look at Xu Feng, took out a handkerchief from his bag, and wiped the blood from his neck.