The first wrench in the last days

Chapter 21 The Soul of a Soldier
Lao Yang gave Mu Xuan a rune mark, which Mu Xuan has been hiding in his body, saying that it is the ability to call dead people to fight for him, and at the same time help them open their spirits.

The rune is like a half reincarnation mark, spinning on it, as if exuding the horror of hell. The old sheep said it was called a heroic spirit. Mu Xuan thought it was to summon a heroic spirit, but now he suddenly realized that it might not be useful.

There was a breeze between the sky and the earth. Mu Xuan opened his arms and shot out a ray of light, which turned into little glows and reflected on the corpse. A gust of wind chimes floated from a distance, very rhythmic, stirring the heart and soul, making people feel like a spring breeze, cleansing the soul. .

The milky white light shone on the corpse, and as the bell rang, something came out of the corpse, and Mu Xuan's body seemed to be in the scene at that time.

A strong man with clean beards on both sides, chapped lips, dark skin, and bloodshot eyes, was so angry that he crushed the military communicator, "Damn, block it, what can you use to block it?" Looking at the crowded outside The crowd, commanding the retreating army on the road, was a little restless.

Taking a deep breath to adjust my emotions, I walked into a room and looked at the immature face in front of him, feeling a little unbearable, after all, this is a child who has never been to the battlefield.

But at this time the military order was difficult to violate, and the tone immediately became solemn, "Rookies, today is your first battle, show the results of your training, the gun is your life, and your homeland is behind you, tell me, the mission of the soldier What is it!"

"Defend the home and the country." With a flushed face, he shouted an earth-shattering slogan.

"Now, we have only one goal." The man continued. "Assist in safe evacuation."

"Let me stop them, my body can turn into a boulder, and I can stop them." One leg was broken, lying on the ground tied with a cloth belt, leaning on a gun in one hand, shouting the loudest.

"Fuck you, I'm the squad leader, there's no reason to hide behind my subordinates, medics, medics."

The face in the back was as if corroded by sulfuric acid, and even the expression could not be seen. He held the gun weakly and wanted to fire the last bullet. "The medical soldiers are gone, squad leader. Have we been abandoned!"

"You can all live, just keep going." The black-faced man's left arm was neatly cut off, and there was no pain on his face, only the tears around his eyes couldn't stop when he faced this group of comrades in arms.

They are all new recruits, real people who have never been on the battlefield, but were given up here to stop monsters that are impossible to win, and their momentum is already very low now.

From more than 20 people to now, there are wounded and dead, and some of the bodies are not complete.

The gunshots gradually faded away, and by this time there were still ten people, each with countless wounds, and some were lying on the ground with their only moving hand holding the gun to their waists.

The black-faced burly man suddenly shouted loudly: "Brothers, do you still remember the original song!"

The sound of gunfire can't cover up a group of passionate military songs: "Be a soldier, stand against the enemy, defend the home and defend the country, fight bears, carry guns, brotherhood is stronger than gold, share weal and woe" singing a firelight It engulfed a soldier who was excited to stand up, and the blazing flames engulfed the whole person, but his posture was so straight, he pulled the grenade on his body and rushed towards the crowd of monsters.

"Little San." The roar came, "Fuck you, kill!" The black man raised his heavy machine gun and stood up to shoot. The battle line has collapsed, and some monsters have already run to the back.

"Squad leader." A voice came, followed by the sound of a long knife piercing into the body. A young man who always liked to laugh rushed forward. His name was Wang Zilong, and his sharp forelimbs pierced Wang Zilong's body.

"Xiaolong." The squad leader who turned around saw this scene, and his anger reached its peak: "Damn it, die for me."

The extremely strong strafing made the crustacean retreat wildly.Flying creatures are gradually flying in the sky. Those creatures can not only fly, but the tentacles fly out of the flames, and the number of people is decreasing.

All his friends died in front of him, tormenting his nerves. In the end, he was the only one left, and he was exhausted both physically and mentally. More than 20 people blocked so many monsters for a whole day. For an hour and a half, what an insane belief it was, even though it was only a block.

The squad leader took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a bunch of lints left around him, then slowly took out a photo from his arms, a gentle woman hugged a girl with a small whip, smiling very Feeling so happy, the black-faced man suddenly laughed. The huge roar was accompanied by a large amount of blood, which made the wall stained with a layer of green, and the bright red blood printed on the green was so clear.

After the picture disappeared, the white light ran towards the sky and disappeared. Mu Xuan wanted to cry. He never knew the horror of war and felt that he was not qualified to cry.I didn't care where those heroic spirits went, maybe heaven was their destination, at least there would be no more wars.

He wanted to tell Gongsun Tu what he saw, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. The process is actually not important anymore.

After burning the clothes and corpses, Gongsuntu became even more silent. He didn't say a word along the way, and Sikong Qing didn't disturb his memory. It's hard to imagine that a man who looks like a gangster has served in the army and is very familiar with those people .

What I hold in my hand is a photo, and I just hold it tightly. There is nothing to say on the road, but a line of defense is set up every kilometer in front, and every line of defense has collapsed without exception, but I rarely see it. There are corpses of common people, most of them are the uniform uniforms of the army. Every time I see this place, it makes people sad and unable to calm down for a long time.

(End of this chapter)