With his heart beating rapidly, Jason rushed out like an arrow.
The skilled level [Charge] not only has a longer distance than the basic level [Charge], but is also faster.
However, the maximum distance of 30 meters is not enough to truly get close to the tank group coming from a distance.
Therefore, when the effect of [Charge] was about to disappear, Jason launched [Charge] again.
A large amount of blood flows into the heart again.
It is then sent from the heart to all parts of the body.
Almost instantly, Jason's body temperature rose two degrees.
Then, the speed that Jason had just slowed down increased again.
The endless [Charge] began to consume more physical energy, but Jason couldn't care less at this time.
You know, chariots are not just about crushing!
It also has a turret.
It also has machine guns.
Once it stops, it becomes a target.
Micah was obviously affected by the secret ritual before, and the sudden power made the other party forget about it and wanted to kill him with the most primitive means, so he didn't fire.
But the chariot regiment in front of me would not do that.
Jason had already seen that the muzzles of the cannons were constantly turning.
After the machine gun, the shooter is also ready.
Therefore, he can only charge!
He wanted to use the speed boost brought by the charge to temporarily prevent these chariots from hitting.
As for the long time?
Jason had no confidence in avoiding the intense fire coverage.
He only hoped that the commander of the tank regiment would have some patience.
Jason's agility is already 2.5. After adding 0.5 to [Charge], Jason reaches 3 agility, and has a physique of 2.7. This physique makes him stronger than an ordinary sprinter. In terms of physical fitness,
With mutual support, Jason at this time is like a cheetah chasing an antelope, not only fast, but also durable.
Ta-ta-ta!
Boom boom boom!
Bullets chased Jason.
Shells kept falling on both sides.
With nearly four times the perception of ordinary people, Jason can accurately judge the muzzle of a gun and avoid bullets and shells in advance.
At this moment, in the hail of bullets, Jason reached the ultimate level of coordination between his perception and body.
The soldiers of the Chariot Regiment, Edward and others in the military camp all clearly saw a figure that was constantly charging, shuttling, and wandering back and forth in the smoke.
"Is this the strength of a single person participating in a battle?"
Little Banxi couldn't help but murmur.
"quick!"
"Expedite the removal of these weapons and ammunition."
"Send part of it back to Xinde City."
"The rest of you, build fortifications with me!"
"We can't let Jason's sacrifice be in vain!"
Edward reacted quickly and shouted loudly.
From Edward's point of view, Jason really launched a life-threatening charge and there was no way he could survive. Although he might be able to compete at first, but what happens afterward?
As physical strength declines.
A decrease in concentration is inevitable.
And in a hail of bullets, this is a certain death situation.
But similarly, with the ability to briefly dodge bullets, Jason didn't have to do this.
Jason is fully equipped to evacuate safely.
But why didn't Jason do this?
Because, he is here!
They are friends!
He will not leave his friends and run away.
How could Jason leave him?
Thinking of this, Edward already burst into tears.
Little Banxi's reaction was a little slow, but he was not stupid. He understood Jason's intention in the next moment.
From the very beginning when he asked Jason for help, Jason never hesitated. He analyzed everything calmly, arranged the situation, used Griffin as a prisoner, found out the location of the 'imperial minister', and then acted quickly
.
And now?
Jason acted again.
No hesitation as before.
The wave just now...was it a farewell?
Little Banxi burst into tears suddenly.
He silently shouldered his mortar.
He wanted to find a suitable position to fire.
Even if there is only one shell, he will give reinforcements to Jason.
"Friendship?"
Griffin looked at Bansi who was carrying the mortar and walking aside, and at Edward who was taking out landmines one by one from the military wooden box. He couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.
There is such a fool?
Isn’t it good to be alive?
Living is the most important thing.
Only by living can we have hope.
Only then can we make a desperate comeback.
"Griffin, let's go, it's time for us to retreat!"
The residents of ‘Fishbone Street’ carrying weapons and ammunition greeted Griffin.
"Coming."
Griffin turned and left.
It is said that some of them returned to Xinde City with weapons and ammunition to form a new line of defense.
In fact, Edward and Benxi were the only two people left in the entire military camp.
The residents of 'Fishbone Street' did not dare to disobey Her Majesty the Queen's order, but they were not the ones arranging the retreat, so naturally they would not stay and fight desperately.
"Those two fools really think they can withstand an entire chariot regiment?"
"No, there are three!"
"The one who rushes out first is the stupidest!"
The returning team walked very quickly, but this did not prevent them from talking in low voices.
Joking sounds that fit the name of "Fishbone Street" sounded in the queue.
Accompanied by bursts of laughter that couldn't be said to be self-deprecating or sarcastic.
And among this group of people, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Yeah, what a fool."
"Looks like a hero though."
"Heroes are short-lived!"
"We are all rats in the gutter, we cannot be heroes!"
This is what Griffin said.
He used a higher voice, no longer whispering, as if a high-pitched voice could give him great determination.
only……
Following such a sound, the team that was originally moving forward at a fast pace suddenly stopped.
Although it returned to normal immediately, there was no sound on the way back.
The silence is disconcerting.
At least Griffin was flustered, and he also felt empty inside.
Jason is dead.
Edward is dead.
Little Banxi is dead.
I'm still alive, isn't it good?
We met by chance, and although we had some friendship, it was just a friendship forced by circumstances. At worst, after they die, I will live on carrying their wishes.
Needless to say, Jason definitely wanted to eat more delicious food.
Edward?
emmmm, it should be about getting a girlfriend... right?
Little Banxi?
He has always wanted to stock up on a few heavy artillery pieces, and he could do it with a little effort and more money.
In the days to come, I will eat delicious food, have various girlfriends, and accumulate all kinds of firepower. Isn't it good to live like this?
Griffin kept imagining such days in his mind.
But in his opinion, this should be a beautiful day, but it has no color.
All that is left is black and white.
There was only silence.
In a world without color and sound, each image is like a puppet, lifeless at all.
On the contrary, those days when he was bickering with little Bensi, being pushed to the ground and rubbed by Edward, and trembling under Jason's eyes, were full of colors and pleasant sounds.
He longed for days like this.
Instead of retreating into the "gutter" and continuing to live a deceiving and abducting life.
tread!
Griffin, who was mixed in the "Fishbone Street" team, suddenly stopped.
Then, he turned around and ran back.
At a faster speed than when we came.
"Griffin!"
"Griffin!"
There were shouts from the crowd, but Griffin did not look back at all. His friend was in the military camp, how could he turn back? Even a step slower would make him feel uncomfortable.
A man.
Always such an impulsive creature.
In the heat of the moment, you will always do irrational things.
The corners of Griffin's mouth couldn't help but turn up, and he couldn't suppress his smile.
At this moment, he was relaxed and happy.
You may regret it later.
But now?
He just wanted to go back to the military camp.
Then?
Live and die together.
Tread, step.
Amidst the rapid footsteps, Edward, who was starting to lay landmines in the military camp, suddenly felt his eyes darken. When he looked up, he saw Griffin gasping for air due to the rapid movement.
Surprise and astonishment flashed across Edward's eyes.
Then, it turned into a smile.
"We are Xinde City F4, of course we can't just have three left."
Griffin said this.
"Yes, the Punisher!"
Edward corrected.
Griffin had already run to the weapons warehouse.
Of course, it was impossible for a team of a hundred people to move out all the weapons warehouses in this military camp. He walked straight to the place where the mortars were placed. This kind of artillery was loved by the residents of "Fishbone Street" and was almost wiped out.
But there are still two doors left.
There are also two boxes of ammunition.
Griffin shouldered them all and ran directly outside.
"Leave one door open for me."
Edward said as Griffin passed by.
"Um."
Griffin nodded and left a mortar and an ammunition box.
Then, keep moving forward.
Edward once again dug holes and laid mines.
The military camp is a place that the tank regiment must enter. These mines will greatly delay the opponent's time and buy more time for Xinde City.
There's only so much he can do.
The rest?
He didn't expect it.
I don’t want to think about it either.
His friends and partners have already gone to the battlefield.
Next, it's his turn.
Carrying the mortar and ammunition box, Edward turned and rushed towards the battlefield.
boom!
The shell exploded again behind me.
Jason was unhurt, but his heart ruptured again.
This is the third time it has broken!
After a large amount of physical strength was lost and his heart was overwhelmed, Jason's [Charge] turned into a real desperate charge.
Fortunately, however, he was already within easy reach of the chariot regiment.
Likewise, the dangers have skyrocketed.
The tank regiment's shells may be a little slow
But the firepower network composed of machine guns is layer after layer.
Quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.
Jason knows this.
But this was the first time he experienced this.
In front of him, more than 5 machine guns were firing, which not only completely blocked his way forward, but also made his dodge more and more difficult. To make matters worse, the tank regiment was changing formations. More by then
The machine gun must be included in it.
At this time, there is no need to hesitate.
Jason was ready to charge again and break through this fire net.
And at this moment——
squeak!
boom!
There was a sound of falling cannonballs.
The turret of a tank was accurately hit.
Boom!
The tank was directly destroyed.
The machine gunners who were firing wildly were startled by this sudden scene, and just as they were stunned, there were two more sounds of falling shells.
boom!
Boom!
A cannonball missed.
A cannonball hit accurately.
"Move!"
"Everyone move!"
The machine gunner who was passed by the shell shouted loudly at the driver.
The airtight fire network suddenly came to a standstill, and a hole appeared.
Jason seized the opportunity and rushed in directly.
And deep in his heart, he silently thanked Little Banxi, Edward and Griffin (even though you missed it)!
This time, Jason firmly grasped the opportunity.
When he entered the chariot position, the grenades hanging on his body were thrown out like a goddess scattering flowers. Each grenade was fast, fast, and extremely accurate.
It's either the cooling window of the tank or the track axle of the tank.
A throwing technique derived from [Gryphon Shooting Technique].
Maybe it's still lacking, but at this time, it's just right——
Boom, boom boom!
After a series of explosions, the three tanks around Jason stopped in place.
And this is just the beginning.
Keep wandering, keep throwing.
With the sound of explosions, more tanks stopped.
And this immovable chariot became a fixed target for Edward, Benxi and Griffin in the distance.
squeak!
Boom!
Mortar shells fell one after another.
Destroying one tank after another.
However, compared with the total number of tank regiments, such destruction was only just over one-tenth.
In less than half a minute, the elite tank regiment of the 'Silver Federation' reacted. They spread out and effectively distanced themselves from Jason. The turret began to rotate, looking for the three men in the distance.
mortar firing positions.
Bang, bang bang!
The dense shell coverage caused the three Edwards to immediately misfire.
Jason, who lost his support, was once again blocked by a fire net composed of machine guns.
Jason was in trouble again.
Moreover, this time it is much more dangerous than before.
Not only was there no support, but also because the elites of these tank regiments put away their contempt and began to treat them seriously.
Suddenly, Jason's pressure doubled.
He wanted to turn around and leave now.
but……
His main mission is: [Obtain the recognition of Xinde City].
Although the recognition level has reached 500% at this moment, the main task is not over yet.
But once Xinde City is destroyed, the main mission will be a complete failure.
Therefore, he cannot retreat!
Phew! Phew!
Adjusting his breathing, Jason dodged the fire net.
The place to hide is getting smaller and smaller, but Jason's eyes are getting calmer and calmer.
He calculated the distance.
Then--
Cut it out with one sword!
The ten-meter-long lightsaber flashed away!
A chariot in front of him was directly split into two.
At the same time, he was exhausted and his heart was broken again.
Not only that.
He paused slightly and was caught by the machine gun's fire net.
The machine gunners who finally captured Jason pulled the triggers hard one by one.
Ta-ta-ta!
In less than two seconds, Jason was beaten into a puddle of rotten flesh.
Under the night sky at dawn, Jason, who had turned into a puddle of rotten flesh, was covered in the billowing smoke.
The machine gunners stopped firing.
In the distance, Edward, little Bansy, and Griffin looked at this scene in despair.
Then, they gritted their teeth and set up the mortar again.
They want to send off their friends with cannon fire.
Also send them off.
But at this moment——
A bright, brilliant sword light once again cut through the darkness.
Sword of Dawn!
Have no fear!
Another chariot was chopped into pieces, and the firepower net smashed Jason to pieces again.
But the next moment, the Sword of Dawn slashed out again!
Boom!
Another chariot was chopped into pieces.
"shooting!"
"Don't stop!"
"Don't give him a chance to breathe!"
Ta-ta-ta!
Bang bang bang!
The order from the commander of the chariot regiment completely turned Jason's place into scorched earth.
Even if it can be resurrected.
But such a resurrection still takes time.
The body was completely beaten to pieces.
Needs to be reorganized.
But before it could be reorganized, it was beaten to pieces again.
Jason fell directly into a vicious cycle.
Satiety began to plummet.
Looking at this scene, the commander hidden in a certain tank sneered contemptuously.
"Hey, what era is it in? Does anyone still choose the knight's charge style?"
"As expected of someone who has practiced the secret technique of Dawn."
"How stupid! What a fool!"
"Don't you know that as early as three hundred years ago, when the Church of Dawn was destroyed, it showed that the knights were already out of date!"
His voice became louder unconsciously.
Through the on-board radio, this sound spread to all tanks.
People nodded in agreement, acknowledging this.
knight?
cavalry?
The glory of cold weapons?
Gone long ago.
The fire net laid down by the machine guns has already torn apart the last pride of the so-called "brilliance".
The rest?
It’s the face of falling into the mud.
Being stepped on repeatedly.
Three hundred years ago, this scene happened.
Three hundred years later, this scene happened again.
but……
There are some differences.
Three hundred years ago, there was no chance.
But three hundred years later, there was another chance.
The body was reorganized and broken.
The pain is like a tide, coming in waves after waves.
Jason was awake at first.
But then, his consciousness became slightly blurred under the pain.
The gunfire and smoke in front of him seemed to have disappeared.
All that's left is...
A tree-lined path.
There is also the sound of chopping, chopping wood.
The surrounding trees were so lush that Jason couldn't see the lumberjack. He involuntarily stepped onto the trail and walked towards the location where the sound came from.
After he passed through a small forest, a small wooden house appeared there.
A tall old man with white beard and hair was wielding an ax in front of the wooden house, chopping down the wooden piles in front of him.
The old man was dressed in simple linen clothes, with bare feet and bare arms. The strong muscles on his arms did not look old at all, but gave people only an explosive sense of power.
chop!
With one stroke of the ax, the thigh-thick wooden stake was split into two pieces like tofu.
Then, the old man turned his head and looked at Jason.
"Aren't you willing to give in?"
the old man asked.
Jason, who was in a daze, tried not to answer, but his body moved involuntarily.
He nodded.
The old man smiled.
"It's very similar to my disciple."
"They are all so stubborn."
"There is nothing to be unwilling to do. This is the era in itself."
"The era of alternation between old and new."
"The old will eventually be eliminated, and the new will become the master of the moment."
"Even if you don't give in anymore."
The old man said slowly.
"You, you are not willing to give in?"
Jason asked drowsily.
"certainly!"
"Otherwise, why would I appear here?"
"Otherwise, why would I meet you?"
"I can't change other things that have happened, but here... I want to try."
"Will you help me?"
After the old man nodded, he looked at Jason solemnly.
"Help you?"
Jason was startled.
Put aside, he didn't know how to help.
Just for the situation he encountered, there was nothing he could do to help.
His death is just a matter of time.
"You agreed?"
"Thanks."
The old man looked at Jason happily.
I didn’t agree?!
Jason looked at the old man confused.
The old man patted Jason's shoulder hard three times in a row.
He showed a smile.
"He is indeed a good boy like my disciple."
"You are all gifted."
"You all go forward proudly."
"You all experienced honor, death, and gluttony."
"Although you may not remember it, you can now call me - the last knight of the morning, Gong Lansen!"
My vision was blurred again.
The sound was even more unclear.
Jason couldn't hear the sound after that.
Artillery fire and smoke covered everything about him.
Then, he found that he could move.
He stood up.
Bullets and shells seemed to have no effect on him at this moment.
Then, the power of the Sword of Dawn began to condense within his body.
But the difference from before is that this time the power of the Sword of Dawn is ten times stronger than when he used it before... no, a hundred times!
