Lord

[-] kilometers, the yellow sand turned into a grass beach, and the land turned into a desert. One of Cen Zhuo's cars broke down halfway, and the other was overweight. It was late at night when they arrived at the old site at zero kilometers east of Lancheng. It's snowing.

While lighting the fire, Yuan Zhen looked up to the sky: "The flowers in Taitu are all in bloom, but it's snowing here."

Lancheng is at a lower latitude than Taitu, but its altitude is nearly a thousand meters higher. The temperature difference between day and night is very large, and it is common to see flowers blooming during the day and frost at night.

"The natural conditions are too bad." Cen Zhuo sat down by the fire with a blanket on.

Followed by Zhuyeliang: "Rest overnight, and go to the city tomorrow."

Yuan Zhen turned her head, Gao Xiu didn't come over, she was looking at the stars with her crippled arm in her arms, the stars here are like the sea, throwing a stone into it seems to be able to create bright ripples.

"Be prepared, no matter in terms of equipment or psychology," Cen Zhuo analyzed, "Lancheng is the important town of the western branch of Dyeshe, and also the western pole of the 'post-war world'. The situation may be more severe than Taitu and Wulanqia. .”

Hearing the names of these two cities, Yuan Zhen fell silent.

Downhill, Jia Xibei came back from fetching water, holding two big water bottles, shrugging his small shoulders, Gao Xiu went up to him, and helped him load the water bottles into the car with one hand.

He can't even do such work as fetching water. The once heroic Gao Xiu, who is like a copy of Cen Zhuo, is getting more and more depressed on this long westward journey.

"Brother Xiu, why don't you go enjoy the fire?" Jia Xibei's crunchy voice sounded particularly pleasant in the silent wilderness.

Gao Xiu saw him stomping his feet like a little girl, and breathed lightly with his hands together: "Are your hands cold?"

"Well," Jia Xibei fanned his eyelashes like a bunny, "the water is getting cold."

Gao Xiu grabbed his hand, shook it, pulled up the hem of his clothes, and put his hand in.

"Ooh!" they yelled together, one too cold, one too hot, huddling together, hopping under the blue-purple starry sky, and laughing.

Yuan Zhen looked at them, turned her face back, and lowered her head.

"Brother Xiu, why don't you discuss things with Brother Cen and the others?" Jia Xibei stroked Gao Xiu's belly, which was hard, unlike him, which was soft.

"Tired," Gao Xiu said, pinching his fingers, "I want to go home."

Jia Xibei stood on tiptoe, raised his small face, and starlight reflected in his eyes: "Brother Xiu, don't miss home first, wait for Brother Cen to finish his work, then you will miss home, okay?"

Gao Xiu laughed, silly boy, if Cen Zhuo's business is done, the world will change color.

He touched Jia Xibei's forehead with his forehead: "Then you have to stay with me." Looking at this little guy, he remembered the good days in Shenyang, "With you by my side, I can persevere."

"I'll definitely be with you," Jia Xibei opened his eyes wide, and sprayed hot air on his face, "We... and Brother Zhen, we will always be together."

Gao Xiu turned his head to look at the fire, and Yuan Zhen was also looking at this side. They never competed, for the favor of the elder brother, the status in the society, and every credit, Gao Xiu let go: "Go, find your brother Zhen go."

Jia Xibei obediently went, Yuan Zhen stood up, and grabbed his hand, it was hot, Gao Xiu's body temperature.

"Brother, your hands are really cold." Jia Xibei warmed him.

Yuan Zhen pulled him to the backlight of the truck, very roughly, pulled his little clothes out of his trousers, put his hand in, and stuck to his stomach.

"Oh!" Jia Xibei exclaimed, shivering into a ball because of the cold.

Cen Zhuo and Zhuyeliang were the only ones left by the fire, and the dancing flames shone on their faces, making people feel distracted, "Hey," Zhuyeliang secretly turned on the heating system, "Is it cold?"

Cen Zhuo muffled: "It's okay."

Zhui Yeliang grabbed his arm and dragged him into his arms. It was not a "embrace" at all, it was just a skeleton, and it could only provide practicality.

It was so warm, the abundant heat made Cen Zhuo shiver, Zhu Yeliang hugged him from behind, folded his arms, as if to hug him, Cen Zhuo was afraid, avoided him, stretched all his muscles.

"Why?" Faintly, Zhui Yeliang knew what he was afraid of, but asked deliberately.

"Just..." Cen Zhuo blinked blankly, "It's disgusting for two big men to hug each other like this."

"You know it's disgusting?" Zhu Ye choked on him, "You let me hug you for the first time."

The hairs on Cen Zhuo's back stood up: "What first time?"

"Moto, go for a ride, let me hold you," Zhu Yeliang said ambiguously, amidst the hot flames and cold snowflakes, "in Shenyang."

He still remembered that Cen Zhuo felt the blood in his whole body boil, and stared nervously: "What old sesame seeds and rotten millet, I have long forgotten."

"I can't forget," Zhuyeliang admitted, "because I am a machine."

Machines... Cen Zhuo's blood is cold, no one will be foolish enough to flirt with a machine, machines are only calculating and imitating, but humans often bury themselves with love.

"Okay, it's time to sleep," he broke free from Zhu Yeliang, got up and got in the car, "turn off the ignition."

Zhu Yeliang extinguished the flame with his palm, and stared at his back in the dark.

The heating in the car was very good, and everyone slept together all night, and continued to drive towards Lancheng the next day. After driving for a long time, a city appeared on the horizon. Upstairs, the lotus flag flutters.

"My God..." Gao Xiu exclaimed.

Like Ulancha, this is a fortress-style city, but its scale is at least ten times that of Ulancha.

"The city wall is 20 meters away," Yuan Zhen's voice trembled slightly. "At this height, their observation post should have spotted us."

Cen Zhuo stared at this big city through the frosted windshield glass. It is an all-metal structure, soaring into the sky, sandwiched in a precipitous place between two mountains. If Taitu is based on Yaoguan, then Lancheng, It is a majestic pass in itself.

"It's not easy..." Cen Zhuo muttered.

"No, look at the city gate," Zhui Yeliang looked through the small window connecting the carriage and the driver's cab, "the city gate is open and not fortified."

"Ah?" Yuan Zhen stretched her neck forward vigorously.

Cen Zhuo looked back at his eyepiece: "Did you zoom out?"

"Pull it a little, you can't see it?" Zhu Yeliang immediately released the area captured by the eyepiece, "In short, their city defense is very loose, we can try to sneak in."

It drove to the foot of Lancheng, as Zhuyeliang said, the gate on the east side was wide open, there were not even skeleton guards, only two community members, wearing useless cotton coats, were registering.

The truck drove in slowly, stopped at the marking line, and the person who registered came up: "How many of you?"

"Five." Yuan Zhen replied.

The man looked into the cab: "How many men?"

Yuan Zhen felt strange: "They are all men."

The man pointed at Jia Xibei who had big eyes and small mouth: "Is this also a man?"

Jia Xibei's face turned red: "I, I am!" He leaned towards the window, shy and angry, like a little girl having a temper tantrum, "I'm not yet an adult, so look at me!"

Seeing his tone of voice, the man became even more suspicious: "A man is a man, and a woman is a woman. Don't impersonate."

"I..." Jia Xibei was in a hurry, and lifted the hair on the right temple, "I am the imperial master!"

It's broken, and everyone's expression is terrified.

Unexpectedly, the person who made the registration showed a happy face: "Do you have any bones?"

"Yes!" Jia Xibei opened the window to watch him record in detail in his notebook.

"Ever been on the battlefield?"

"Go up."

"Have you killed anyone?"

Jia Xibei hesitated: "No...not yet," he explained, "I haven't met the opportunity yet, and if I do, I won't be relentless."

At this time, a skeleton in the queue at the back became anxious, knocking on the silver-gray breastplate and yelling: "Why is this car so laborious, can it still enter the city!"

Yuan Zhen looked back from the car window, and when she looked, she was startled. The skeleton had a roaring lion's head on the conspicuous part of its left chest.

Yuan Zhen turned around and whispered to Cen Zhuo, "It's the bones of Lion Hall."

"What?" Cen Zhuo was stunned, and looked at the person who registered.

The man looked back, laughed, and greeted familiarly: "You're back, have you got enough shells?"

They actually know each other.

Yuan Zhen was a little dazed, and looked at the skeleton again. The silver-gray skeleton noticed his gaze, and fiercely lit up the cannon lights on both sides: "What are you looking at!"

Another staff member came over, counted five metal cards from his work bag, and handed them to the cab: "At three o'clock in the afternoon, meet at the west gate on time."

Yuan Zhen looked at the sign, there were numbers on it, from 2446 to 2450: "This is it?"

The staff made a sign to enter the city: "There will be a field battle in the afternoon, and all males over the age of 15 will go out of the city. The skeleton is duty-bound."

"Field battle..." Yuan Zhen was stunned, "Who are you fighting with?"

"People from the west." With that said, the staff slammed on the car door, urging them to enter the city.

Yuan Zhen hurriedly turned the steering wheel, but her face was confused, who is... on the west side?

"What's going on?" Jia Xibei twisted his fingers, a little scared.

Cen Zhuo shook his head: "You will know when you go to the battlefield this afternoon."

"We really want to help them fight?" Gao Xiu snorted, "Why?"

"Put it on," Zhu Yeliang said, "Everyone preserve their strength."

"West..." Cen Zhuo chewed on these two words, "We always thought that Lancheng was the limit of the world. Aren't you curious about what the west of the world looks like?"

Curious, everyone is curious, so before three o'clock, they put on their skeletons and reported to Ximen.

The west gate is different from the east gate in that it has a long passage-style door opening. Judging from the length of the door opening, the thickness of the west city wall is about three times that of the east city wall, and the wall is full of lookout posts and embrasure holes.

"This wall was not built overnight," Zhu Yeliang looked at the traces of damage and heightening many times on the wall, "There is at least a dozen years of history of war against the West."

"It started before the Lion Hall era?" Yuan Zhen was surprised.

In Cen Zhuo's impression, Zhuyeliang should know everything: "This is the first time you know?"

Zhu Yeliang was startled, and nodded slowly.

More and more people gathered under the city gate, and Cen Zhuo and the others began to move into the gate. There were skeletons and ordinary soldiers around them, but they had one thing in common—stern expressions and fully armed.

"The scene is a bit big." Cen Zhuo said.

"Don't leave my side." Zhuyeliang replied.

At exactly three o'clock, more than 1000 people squeezed into this cylindrical passage at the same time. There was no quarrel, no pushing, and even silence. Everyone faced the west, where it was dark, blocking a closed city gate.

There was the sound of bones running in the distance, and a strange roar, Zhui Yeliang heard it before, it was the engine of a heavy chariot, it was on the other side of the door.

Suddenly, the crowd began to surge like a tide, and the news screamed from the back to the front: "The Supreme Master has arrived! Prepare to fight, open the city gate!"

The surrounding skeletons lit up lights one by one, like a vast sea of ​​stars, illuminating the dark door opening, with alloy knives drawn, heavy cannons turned over, knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, full of awe-inspiring aura.

As the metal door was slowly lifted, a ray of light entered the door opening, and everyone roared the words "Supreme Guru" in unison.

Cen Zhuo held a special gun and stared at the door intently. In this tense atmosphere, no one could keep calm. The adrenaline was crazily secreted, and his teeth were chattering with excitement.

The gate is higher than the top of the head. Ordinary soldiers rush out first, followed by the bones. Outside the gate is a small slope. When you run to the top of the slope, you can see the situation to the west. The bulky chariot is sweeping towards Lancheng.

"Kill them all!" Someone shouted from behind, but Cen Zhuo and the others were stunned. They claimed to have experienced many battles, but they had never experienced such a scene. Field battles in the plains, life and death, this is a real war.

The two sides met at a distance of 500 meters from the city gate, and the strikers mingled fiercely. The sound of cannons, gunshots, blood, and bone fragments that were blown away at an extremely fast speed, Cen Zhuo's eyes were full of chaotic limbs, and his ears were full of chaos. It was full of screams and mechanical noises, and he only knew that the enemies spoke different languages, and there was a striking seven-pointed star logo on their bones.

That is the "man from the west", he carefully avoids the attack, and occasionally fires a shot or two, because Zhui Yeliang said that he must preserve his strength.

Those people were more than them, about twice as many, charging up in batches, round after round, Zhu Yeliang was always by Cen Zhuo's side, defending him against stray bullets and attacks from all directions.

After fighting fiercely for about half an hour, horns sounded from the opposite camp, and the seven-pointed star skeleton shouted incomprehensible slogans, and began to concentrate its forces in a wedge-shaped assault. Cen Zhuo turned around suddenly, only to realize that they were only less than 100 meters away from the city wall. Unknowingly, the battle line has been pushed to the ground.

This means that "we" will lose and "they" will win.

How unreasonable!At this moment, there is no Ranshe or Jialantang in my mind, all clubs have become one kind of people, and there is only one enemy, the seven-pointed star.

200 meters obliquely ahead, a rust-colored skeleton rushed out suddenly, and its left and right shoulders were pierced by a steel rod. The pain was unbearable, but it was fearless, facing the heptagram wedge, Roaring and sprinting.

It seems that this doesn't make any sense, but Zhui Yeliang understands that even if you risk your life with a pebble hitting a rock, there must be someone who disrupts the enemy's formation and creates the greatest counterattack advantage for his companions.

"Master!"

"The Supreme Master!"

Lancheng's skeleton boiled, and suddenly began to shrink towards the rust-colored skeleton. Behind it, the gathered skeleton army formed a firepower vortex, followed it, and launched a frontal impact on the heptagram.