Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Lu Meng has no fear at all.

Once, he sneaked into the Stone Rat Regiment's camp alone and fought with their leader Big Al for a long time while surrounded by thugs. At that time, he was quite wary of the gang members' interference, fearing that it would affect the war situation.

But now, things are no longer what they used to be.

Not only has his actual combat level been improved, but his machete skills have also reached a breakthrough level. Coupled with the fully armed protection, ordinary soldiers can't hurt him with open guns and hidden arrows. At most, they can only deliver food.

This state already fits the bard's definition.

War level, one man becomes an army.

Their mere appearance can often spark a war.

Of course, Lu Meng, who had the panel display, knew that this was just an illusion caused by the complete release of restraints and a temporary expansion of power. He was still far from the real war level.

Just like now.

Once the soldiers of the Union City discover that their 'immortality' is just a trick of the module, as long as they use the same methods to deal with powerful enemies, continue to attack with swords and axes, and continue to accumulate injuries, they can still kill him. of.

but……

"Ta." Lu Meng took a step forward lightly.

Footsteps broke the calm.

A Union City soldier trembled with the spear in his hand as if he was frightened.

"Come on." Lu Meng noticed him and said.

In an instant, the surrounding colleagues dispersed, leaving only this brave soldier standing in place, directly facing Lu Meng.

Everyone is afraid of being punished by military law afterwards.

But what was even more frightening was that he would be executed on the spot...

Soldier:"?"

Lu Meng's hand reached behind him again.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the knife.

The soldier's nerves were completely shattered. He threw away the spear in his hand with a loud cry and ran to the side while crawling on the ground. Tears streamed down his face like a sudden rush.

What a joke!

You want me to fight this monster?

Even General Xi Dong died at his hands. He had no resistance at all. The key is that he was still unscathed... He was just an old farmer who was forcibly recruited into the army. He ran into the swamp in a daze. He deserved to suffer such a crime. ?

He would rather go to the Buster front and fight those jihadist lunatics!

At least those who believe in God will bleed.

This soldier running away is like letting out water and opening a floodgate.

In an instant, Lu Meng didn't even pull out the moon blade, and the soldiers standing in front of him retreated. The fear was sharper than the intimidating blade, cutting through the crowd with invisible momentum.

As for the soldiers behind him, although Lu Meng didn't even look at them.

But they still didn't dare to stab him in the back like they would during a normal siege.

Because they had witnessed the miracle of Lu Meng standing up intact after taking a spear throw, no one was sure whether his attack was effective - let alone how to start.

Lu Meng did not force them, nor did he take action again.

He just walked silently towards the center of the hall, the high platform where the throne was placed.

No one dared to step forward to stop him.

The soldiers retreated timidly, and lined up on both sides with Lu Meng as the dividing line.

For a moment, this scene.

There was an illusion that they were watching this white-haired young man walking towards the Iron Throne step by step.

However, the morale of the United City did not collapse. They still blocked the exit from the hall - they just didn't want to face this monster alone, or they just didn't want to face this monster alone. If they could defeat them all with their own strength, it would still be a thousand. Difficulties abound.

In this regard, compared to most swamp gangs that fall into disarray as soon as their boss dies,

The regular army is indeed better trained.

"Deputy leader." "Mr. Lu!" "Skinned Man..."

As Lu Meng walked towards the steps, different names came from him.

Among them were the villagers of Huangshui and the people of Stone Town, and the reverence and confidence in their eyes was even more intense; there were also the Skinner Gang members, whose blood was boiling, thinking that even the old leader had never had such a grace - and now he recognized it even more , I feel that even if we die here together, our trip will not be in vain.

The rest are the remnants of the Hound Gang.

When the Skinners turned against each other, everyone knew the importance and did not turn against each other.

It's just that the differences are clear.

At this moment, their murmurs were filled with shock, disbelief, and a hint of mixed jealousy.

In the iron dome, their last strength also shrank at the foot of the throne.

This situation seemed familiar, just like outside, they were beaten back into the shelter by the combined efforts of the United City and the Black Converters - only now, the hounds had no way to retreat.

However, it's not the same as when you're outside.

The deputy leader of the Skinners stood up. In the same situation, but with different results, he single-handedly attacked and killed the enemy's general who once dominated the battlefield, and forced back the besieging soldiers.

This is shocking and incredible.

But the hounds clearly know that they are not here for themselves.

That's them skinning people.

There is nothing more uncomfortable than seeing a former competitor flourish—not to mention that he was still the overlord in the past and is now in such a state of decline.

Lu Meng comforted everyone and walked up the steps.

In the hall below, the gathered Union City soldiers looked at his back nervously.

This high platform has become the last fortress in the swamp.

However, Lu Meng did not look at the enemies who were eyeing him.

He caught someone's gaze.

ilse.

The man, covered in blood, stood up holding the wound on his waist and abdomen.

Eyes burning.

"The throne hall is about to be occupied, are you going to stop here?" Lu Meng said.

"Is this a problem I should be concerned about? Maybe I'm going to die soon." Yils spit out a mouthful of blood and said with a smile: "On the contrary, deputy leader Lu Beiyou is a young talent with a bright future, but he actually hides such strength , I hid it from everyone, and must have some big plans, but ended up being trapped here... If I die, you will be very unhappy, right?"

He had already heard Lu Meng's "name" when he was fighting Chai Shi before.

"Cut the nonsense."

——The one who spoke was not Lu Meng.

A thin man stood behind Iers, holding a slender ninja sword directly on his neck, but his other hand was holding his collar, half holding and half supporting the man.

The voice was a bit hoarse, but had a hint of magnetism.

"Heh." Ils snorted softly and said faintly: "I also didn't expect that you are at the place closest to everyone..."

"Shadow Man."

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…

The rain was pouring down, and the density of the rain lines was so high that they collided with each other as they fell, splashing up mist, which then gathered together and poured down.

The forest leaves were beaten until they were about to wither.

A group of Union City soldiers who had just occupied the guard post were miserable.

Their thick armor was wet and heavy, filled with water, as if they had gained dozens of kilograms of weight for nothing... They had never performed tasks like this in the desert before.

Fortunately, Lord Yamudu commanded quickly.

Most of the enemies were eliminated before the environment became hostile. Even if their vision is completely obscured by rain and fog, they are wet, and their movements are inconvenient, there is no need to worry too much. They can still complete their duties and wait for the dust of the war to settle.