(A warehouse in the North District)
One of the men in black staggered and destroyed the enemy in front of him. However, his physical strength had also reached its limit. The northern area was the first to be attacked, and it was the most violent. It was said that the enemy they were facing was a ghost from the Underworld.
Even though they knew that this force was the most powerful, none of the purebred Night Walker warriors who were assigned here retreated. If one died in battle, his companions would take over his position and continue fighting. If he was injured, his companions would protect him and temporarily recover his internal energy. After adjusting his internal energy, the warrior would continue to fight stubbornly regardless of his injuries.
One wave of enemies was knocked down, and another wave came. It was as if there was no end to it. At this moment, the soldiers 'eyes were gradually red from killing. Anyone who saw that their clothes were different from theirs would use all their strength to knock down the enemy without caring about anything else. There was only one thought left in their minds, and that was to kill the enemy, kill the enemy, kill the enemy!
As time passed, the battle became more and more intense. One by one, their comrades fell in pools of blood. However, this did not make them retreat in fear. Instead, it aroused the bloodlust that had been buried deep in their hearts for a long time. Their faith seemed to be firmer than ever. They only had one goal, to kill the enemy and avenge their comrades!
The more people around them fell, the more they pressed forward. They were not afraid of death. At this moment, they did not know what fear was. All they knew was to charge forward and kill every enemy.
"Captain, we…our casualties are too heavy. We really can't hold on any longer!”One of the men in black looked at the incoming enemy troops and reported to his captain. He said this not because he was afraid to retreat, but because he was worried. He was worried that if their defense line was broken, the Heavenly Demon Lord would lead the demon army to attack their comrades and families. He was afraid that if they could not stop the enemy, their city would be destroyed. They were not afraid of death, they were afraid of the destruction of their homes.
"No matter what, we have to block it!" There were already more than a dozen wounds on the captain's body. Every wound was vital and was still bleeding."Even if I have to fight to the last man, I will never let…never let the ghosts of the Netherworld destroy my home!”
"Yes, sir!" The man shouted," Brothers, you must hold on! "Think about what's behind us. That's our home since we were young. If we can't defend it, our homes and our families will be massacred. Our homes will flow like rivers! For our homeland, we will fight to the end and never retreat!”
"Fight to the end, never retreat!" Everyone's eyes were filled with determination as they looked at this wave of enemies. They used all their strength to resist, even sending out the injured. However, their forces were still stretched thin!
In the blink of an eye, a ghost had already killed its way to their front line. Seeing this, the captain stood up and sent a green energy to send the ghost who had rushed up first to meet the King of Hell.
If there was a first, there would be a second, and if there was a second, there would be a third…
Seeing that more and more ghosts were charging at them, the soldiers fearlessly jumped out of cover and began to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the ghosts. The comrades around them fell one by one, and fresh lives and drops of blood were spilled on this ancient warehouse. The departure of young lives one by one told this silent elegy.
This collapse was completely out of the captain's expectations. The enemy was too strong, and the defense line was about to collapse...
Seeing that the situation was about to completely collapse, a powerful green light whistled past the warehouse, and the ghosts that were fighting with the purebred Night Walkers were all turned into ashes! Teams of well-trained soldiers dressed in the same uniform as them came in and stood in rows.
"Reinforcements are here." When the captain saw the reinforcements, a smile that he had never seen before appeared on his face. After a few days of battle, they had finally completed their mission. He smiled, a smile that was at ease. After his wish was fulfilled, he fell headfirst.
There was no cold ground as he had expected. Instead, he was held up by someone.
He opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the black-robed figure. He breathed heavily."King Ming…I'll leave him to you…"
"Little Seven!" King Ming called out and raised his hand to gather his own power to transfer to him, but was stopped by a hand.
"What are you doing? I'll heal you now!" Prince Ming said as he held back his tears.
"King Ming…you are…our…purebred Night Walker…our race…our race's pride…you…you have to conserve your strength!”The captain called Little Seven stuttered," I…I've fulfilled my last wish…"
After taking a deep breath, Little Seven adjusted his breathing and reported in a weak voice,"" Reporting to King Ming…the first…team of the purebred Night Walkers…has successfully…completed the mission. We hereby…hereby…"
Before he could say the word "report", there was no more words. Prince Ming could clearly feel his arm sinking. One of his arms was in free fall, swinging a few times like a pendulum, and finally stopped. A drop of blood from his fingertip gently dripped onto the ground. With a "tap", it fell onto the blood-covered ground.
"Captain!" The soldiers of the First Battle Team were all half-kneeling. It was hard to tell what was blood and what was tears on their faces.
It was said that men would not shed tears easily, because it was not the time to be sad. Their captain, the captain who had fought side by side with them for more than ten years, had fallen in front of them just like that. Their feelings for each other for more than ten years had suddenly passed away. It was as if a piece of their hearts had been cut out. Pain, an indescribable pain, spread through everyone's bodies.
The warriors who followed King Ming seemed to be affected as well. They stood at attention and saluted their respected captain.
King Ming looked at the warrior who was not breathing in his arms. It was the first time he felt that the Death God was so close to him. It turned out that looking at death was such a pain and helplessness. In the future, he would not only see this. The future path must be led by him. Even if he was injured badly, he had to stand up and walk on. Every commander had to experience such pain. This pain was also called growth.
She raised her trembling right hand and brushed it across his face. She watched as he closed his eyes in relief. A tear slowly fell, and a sentence slowly slipped out of the corner of his mouth."Little Seven, you've been loyal."
After a long time, Prince Ming carefully put down Little Seven and stood up straight. He looked at everyone and said,""Everyone. From now on, the defense of the northern region will be under my command. Everyone, gather!"
The remaining members of the First Battle Team quickly gathered together with the personal guards that King Ming had brought.
" First battle team, report the casualties." He said this with great pain.
A blood-stained warrior standing at the front stepped out and reported loudly with tears in his eyes,""Reporting to King Ming, the first battle team should have 300 people, but in fact…19 people! 281 people died in the battle, sacrificing the highest position, the captain of the number one battle team, Cui Wenzhong (nicknamed Little Seven). Reporting by: Zhang Zheng, the captain of the seventh squad of the first squadron!”
King Ming looked at these blood-soaked warriors. His heart ached, but more than that, he was filled with respect for them. He raised his hand and saluted these respectable clansmen.
The warriors of the First Squad stood at attention and saluted back.
"You're all good!" King Ming shouted," First Battle Team, listen up! Retreat to the rear and recuperate!”
"King Ming, we will not retreat!" The man called Zhang Zheng said," Don't look at us just because we're injured. We can still fight!”
"King Ming, leave us behind!"
"Let us stay? We can still fight!"
"We can still fight!"
"We want revenge! Revenge for our dead brothers!"
"Everyone, quiet down." King Ming stopped everyone," I can understand everyone's feelings. However, the number one battle team has to have hope to stay. You guys are the hope of the number one battle team. You have to live, you have to live on behalf of the strongest Night Walker squadron!”
"Death is not difficult. The difficult part is how to live!”Prince Ming continued," If you are all men, then you must stay strong and live on. Do you understand? The first battle team!"
"Here!" Nineteen voices rang out in unison.
"Listen to my order, retreat from the battlefield and rest!”King Ming ordered loudly.
"Understood!" The soldiers looked at each other. Finally, the squad leader shouted," Everyone, turn right and run!”
The warriors of the First Battle Team left the battlefield in an orderly manner.
Looking at their backs, King Ming looked at the remaining warriors and said,""Everyone, form a group of four and set up the Four Symbols Formation!”
The personal guards moved quickly and neatly. With a single order, they quickly gathered into groups. Four people formed a small team and set up a formation.
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