Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin was able to create a passage. He mustered up his courage, pulled a corpse from the ground and threw it forward.

Being able to knock down two people and block a bayonet can be regarded as exerting the last remaining value of the body.

At the same time, Park Seung-yeol and others are also making continuous progress.

The two sides finally met.

Zhao Chuanxin returned to the Qinglong Palace and took out various needles, threads and medicines from the secret realm and piled them on the ground.

He thought for a long time.

Zhao Chuanxin was anxious, but he was helpless.

Zhao Chuanxin was quite dissatisfied: "There are not even any nuns in the huge Lotus Temple, so what kind of temple do you guys want to open? Go and find me a clever monk."

Park Shengyeol saw that he was covered in blood, like a bloody gourd, and quickly asked: "Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"

The flowers are charming and the wind is blowing, and the Qinglong Palace is warm.

Li Xiuji gasped when he saw his wounds: "Mr. Zhao, why don't your wounds bleed?"

Freddy Fearvitt also wanted to find a weapons company that was on the verge of bankruptcy. He had no clue for months. Either the size and equipment are not suitable, or the location is not suitable.

So he began to escape up and down the hillside.

Lan Tian walked faster.

But Zhao Chuanxin was already lying down and snoring.

Everyone's expressions were petrified.

Li Xiuji got up from a Japanese soldier, who had been pinched so hard that his eyes were bulging, his tongue was hanging out, and his death was extremely unsettling.

United States,

Li Xiuji felt a little tired: "What did you say?"

He saw numerous large and small wounds on Zhao Chuanxin's body, and thought that it was like this, and he was still thinking about the incident on the third road.

Then, he saw Maxim spitting out tongues of fire, and saw the Japanese soldiers in front running desperately, but they couldn't outrun the bullets and fell in pieces.

That's what morale is.

Li Xiuji was startled by Zhao Chuanxin's roar: "Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

The 250-round canvas belt was surprisingly not jammed and was completely shot.

When the alcohol was sprinkled on the wound, Zhao Chuanxin's howling like a pig was heard in the Qinglong Palace: "Mugwort, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Two: Find someone to fill more magazines and prepare more ammunition chains.

But he didn’t dare to look down at his wounds…

The monk walked out of the gate.

He sat up with difficulty, and Lan Tian brought a cup of scalding hot tea with discernment: "Mr. Zhao, drink some water, your lips are chapped."

Vomiting, the monk weakly straightened up while holding on to the tree.

The old monk Changshun coughed and choked himself: "Don't talk nonsense, go and gather the monks."

Tata Tata...

The Japanese artillery fire exploded above the fort with precise accuracy.

Even the rain could not dissipate the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air.

Just as Lan Tian was about to speak, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Ah, okay, okay, no need to explain. I've known for a long time that none of you monks are good. If you stay here, get out of here."

Zhao Chuanxin is a true warrior, who dares to face the dripping blood of others and face the bleak lives of others.

After experiencing the kind of bloody grinding battle last night, Li Xiuji seemed to have opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, and some of his unruly thoughts became clearer.

As long as he gets into the forest, there will be many blind spots that cannot be reached within the shooting range of Zhao Chuanxin's position.

"Oh, very good." Zhao Chuanxin took the needle and thread, alcohol and wound medicine, looked up and said happily: "You still don't admit that you have nuns in Lotus Temple, isn't that right? She's pretty damn handsome! Lan Tian I'm not telling you that you're being a prude today."

After running out of bullets, he could only wait for death in the fortress.

Zhao Chuanxin never paid attention to the looks of others: "Ah, please be gentle, didn't you see that there is a piece of meat missing?"

The old guy has made amazing achievements in the field of firearms design, and his temper has grown with him, and he is very eccentric.

That's good enough.

There were broken arms and limbs everywhere, and some inexplicable human parts hanging on the branches, which had been torn apart by heavy machine guns.

The distribution of the corpses is quite interesting. It is quite regular in the middle part, diverging from a central point to all directions.

But not completely broken.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving, and he was sweating like liquid, mixed with rain.

This is everyone's question.

It looks like a lotus pattern, reflecting the name "Lotus Temple".

They used bombs and artillery to continuously bombard the fortress, causing the rocks of the fortress to peel off layer by layer, and the fragments of the cannonballs got stuck in the rocks.

Lantian hesitated to speak, but finally left.

Thinking of upgrading weapons, Zhao Chuanxin also thought of some of his industries in the United States.

Lantian couldn't help but think about it: What do you need to be clever and clever for?

Zhao Chuanxin saw him standing still and glared at him.

There are more places where there are bruises and bruises.

Pretty damn good.

Everyone looked at the famous "God of War" with astonishment on their faces. The entire Qinglong Palace was full of heroes gritting their teeth, but this one was howling at the top of his lungs without any concern for his image.

Xinzhi in the corner explained in a flattering manner: "Mr. Zhao, Ning'an is a layman of Lianhua Temple..."

Several monks pretended to help and dispersed in a hurry.

Early next day,

The monks did not start classes.

Four: The mage should have more life-saving means.

Freddie Fearvitt endured more than a butler should have to endure.

A member of the God of War team said with admiration: "Mr. Zhao, you just flew up and scared the little devil out of his courage."

He dreamed that he was besieged by 100,000 Japanese troops.

There was some chaos on both sides, with corpses piled up in random directions.

He walked along the road down the mountain. The rain had completely stopped and the mountain road was a little muddy. He stepped on the gravel to prevent the monk's shoes from getting wet.

This made him very dissatisfied.

The monk held on to the small tree beside the road: "Ugh..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the enemy's body in front of him.

Zhao Chuanxin was in front of the bloody formation, and others were able to charge fearlessly.

Over there, Park Shenglie glanced at Ning An, who was leaving in a hurry, and muttered in a low voice: "A man, actually..."

He made up his mind to develop a heavy weapon like the Browning M2HB that fired 12.7-caliber ammunition.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly added: "Lantian, where did that bitch Xinzhi go? Did I let him go back to sleep? I told him to roll against the wall and stand for a long time. Did he not want his legs anymore?"

"Well, I didn't say anything, just go to sleep."

When the God of War team got out of the way and retreated, Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "I will kill you for drafting it..."

Zhao Chuanxin's whole body ached and his wounds were itchy.

"There are Japanese soldiers and the Ares Squadron. The battle last night was fierce. Judging from the situation outside, the Ares Squadron should have the upper hand."

Facing the brutal Japanese army again, he will not back down.

Zhao Chuanxin took it. The large wooden bucket was almost like a delicate teapot in his hand.