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The people of Lancheng Hall called Supreme Master Hall Master, and Zhu Yeliang was surprised. As the master of the hall, this guy actually took the lead in the charge at the risk of his own life.

Behind the Supreme Master, Lancheng's skeletal army formed another wedge, confronting the Heptagram. They howled and approached, and collided with each other. For a moment, blood and iron scattered, and the formation of both sides was instantly disrupted.

These people were crazy, Zhu Yeliang was shocked.

"Yezi!" Cen Zhuo shouted.

Zhuo Yeliang lowered his head, and Cen Zhuo also looked in the direction of Supreme Master, he told him to make a move.

This is also a lunatic, "Once we make a move," said Zhuyeliang, "it will expose our strength."

"I can't control that much anymore," Cen Zhuo pointed at the rampant heptagram army, "drive those guys out of our land!"

"Us?" Zhuyeliang corrected, "This land belongs to the dyeing society."

"No," Cen Zhuo looked at him, amidst the cannon fire and blood splashing all over the sky, "Lancheng is not our West Pole, but our only barrier!"

Night by night cold dazed.

If there is no Lancheng, the Heptagram can drive straight in, conquer the city, and even go straight to Jianghan, that's why the city was built so high, so the numbers were only distributed when entering the city, even if it was the bones of the Lion Hall, so they, people who have never met before, gathered at this moment it's here.

Zhu Yeliang turned up the lion's roar, the quantum cannon quickly gathered energy, emitted a dazzling light, and the armor vibrated violently. For such a cannon, he chose to place it at the waist of the heptagram wedge, where dozens of heavy tanks formed a solid structure. flank.

The lion's roar was released, and in an instant, countless chariots overturned into the sky, and the bones fell in pieces. The enemy's flank tore a fatal hole, and there was no formation.

Zhu Yeliang pulled out the left and right lion teeth, and raised the scarlet blade above his head: "Listen, the Lancheng Army on the southern front, turn on the power to the maximum, and charge in a fan shape!"

He raised his swords and ran, and Cen Zhuo followed him closely, rushing into the scattered heptagram army. Almost at the same time, the Lancheng army rushed over from the northern line. People who did not know each other and had no communication before the battle, They can respond to each other at critical moments, this kind of tacit understanding, even the battle-tested Zhu Yeliang was surprised.

The Garan Hall was broken up, and Sun Moonlight was near the Supreme Master. It was fully loaded with ammunition when it left the city, and now it is half empty, shooting at random. At a glance, I saw a familiar skeleton, silver-gray, belonging to the Lion Hall.

That guy's main weapon is a crossbow, which has an overwhelming advantage in long-distance combat, but he has been repeatedly harassed in hand-to-hand combat, and he can hardly aim normally.Jia Xibei rushed over, first dealt with the enemies around it, and then formed an angle with it, firing crossbow bolts for it to assist.

"Damn it! Dude is so interesting!" the big assassin of the Lion Hall thanked him.

The steel ballista finally worked. It was fired every ten seconds, and each crossbow hit an important target remotely. Jia Xibei observed that this guy could accurately judge the core attack position of each echelon in the Heptagram Legion. This kind of strategic vision is more valuable than the suppression of heavy crossbows.

Jassibe's magazine was fully opened, and his back was close to his back, forming a fire cover for the Supreme Master's main force, pushing the front line to the west.

Lasted for two hours, the battle ended with Lancheng's tragic victory, more than half of the active force suffered casualties, and the metal city gate was raised again to welcome the embarrassed heroes into the city.

At the gate of the city, the Garantang met again, Zhu Yeliang saw Hei Dice from a distance, his whole body was covered with slashing wounds and armor collapse caused by the explosion, he only had one hand, but he didn't flinch.

Zhui Yeliang walked over, silently put his hand on its shoulder, and patted it.

Hei Dice was stunned. This was the first time he had been affirmed by Zhuyeliang. In his impression, this terrifying killing machine had never affirmed anyone.

They walked into the long and narrow doorway. They were very tired, not because they were physically tired, but because they had killed too many people. As soon as they walked out of the doorway, a skeleton caught up behind them. The focus of the eyepiece was locked on Zhu Yeliang: "My friend, the hall master welcomes you. "

Because of that shot, the shot that turned the tide of the battle.

Cen Zhuo expected it, nodded: "Lead the way."

The head master of the Lancheng Hall of the western branch of the Dyeshe received them in the courtyard of the wounded soldiers very close to the city gate. A cat-eyed kid with mottled hair was also there. Seeing the sun and moonlight, he grinned and leaned over: Bros."

Jia Xibei was stunned, and when he saw the silver-gray skeleton parked in the yard, he understood.

"White Tiger Branch of the Lion Hall, Little Asura Chen Jun," Maoyan'er stretched out his hand, not flat, but upright, waiting for him to high-five, "I'll mess with you from now on."

Jia Xibei disconnected, blushing, crawled out from the sun and moonlight, stood in front of him shyly, and uttered like a meow: "Hello."

Chen Jun was dumbfounded, looked at him stupidly, and then at ASE: "No, you... are you male or female?"

Jia Xibei couldn't hold back his face, he raised his head with his lips pursed, and pointed to his toes awkwardly: "D-of course it's a man, if I knew it... I wouldn't cover you!"

After speaking, he hid behind Yuan Zhen and did not come out.

The Supreme Master walked up to him and stretched out his hand to Jialantang. He said his name very plainly: "Feng Guang."

Cen Zhuo held it up: "Galantang, Cen Zhuo."

Zhu Yeliang was not very happy about his self-disclosure of his identity.

There was no injury on Feng Guang's body, except that the two armpits of the bones were pierced by steel rods, the neurons were damaged, and the strength of his hands was obviously weak: "Welcome to Lancheng," he said with a radiant face, without the slightest grudge, "Jia Lantang's Weiming has heard that you are able to come to Lancheng, it is a gift from God to us."

god?Cen Zhuo and Zhu Yeliang looked at each other.

"In 20 days," Feng Guang smiled, "There will be a big battle in Lancheng."

Cen Zhuo stared at him, feeling that his face was a bit strange, it was a face that was too mature for the imperial master: "And the people from the west?"

Feng Guang nodded: "Every year in the last month of spring, the seven-pointed star will use the power of the whole region to invade the east. At that time, their core skeleton, the Sky Arrow, will participate in the battle." He frowned, "That is a flying skeleton. .”

"Fly?" Cen Zhuo and Zhu Yeliang spoke in unison.

Combat skeletons are generally not equipped with flying devices due to their heavy weight and high energy consumption. Except for the rumor that the peony lion can fly, I have never heard of a skeleton capable of flying.

Zhui Yeliang further confirmed: "Are you sure it's flying, not gliding?"

"It's flying," Feng Guang affirmed, "I have been guarding Lancheng for six years, and I meet with the Sky Arrow every year. It was originally just an ordinary skeleton. It is speculated that it had the ability to fly two years ago. It was used in combat last year, causing us to lose heavy."

"Six years?" Zhu Yeliang found it ridiculous, "Guarding this lonely city?"

Feng Guang is full of vicissitudes: "Six years are like a day."

"why?"

"Why not?" Feng Guang asked him back, "Open the gate of Lancheng, and the homeland will be exposed under the fangs of the seven-pointed star. When we point the sword to the west, it is for the country behind us."

"Country?" I haven't heard this word for many years. In the current era of clubs fighting, only the strong prey on the weak and the heroes compete. Zhu Yeliang sneered, "The country is long gone."

"In my heart," Feng Guang said calmly, without generosity or beauty, "I, together with countless unknown soldiers, guard the west gate here, so that people in the east can live and work in peace and contentment."

Live and work in peace?Those people are playing tricks on each other.But Zhui Yeliang didn't say that, just asked: "Whether it's the Lion Hall or the Dye Society that guards?"

"It doesn't matter," Feng Guang replied, and he did the same. "Lancheng has no clubs, only one common enemy, the seven-pointed star."

Abandon sectarian views, unanimously external.

It dawned on Cen Zhuo that he had been fighting and fighting all these years when he established Jialantang. Regardless of good times or bad times, he couldn't help but ask himself: Cen Zhuo, where is your end point, and what exactly do you want?

He didn't know, and no one could answer, not even Zhu Yeliang.

But today he understands that what he wants is a unified world, no matter what it is called a country, to end the melee of associations, to throw all the artillery fire on the enemy, and to let the common people live a stable life.

"Okay," Cen Zhuo said, "After 20 days, Jialantang will be your vanguard."

"Cen Zhuo!" Zhu Yeliang scolded.

Feng Guang smiled, resembling his skeletal name, a wise and quiet teacher, Cen Zhuo couldn't help asking: "Master, your age..."

Feng Guang broke his fingers: "I retired from the government army. I have served as the rudder master of the Lancheng Hall of the White Tiger Branch of the Lion Hall, and the head of the Lancheng Hall of the Western Branch of the Dye Society." He chuckled, "This year is thirty."

This is impossible.

Zhuo Yeliang immediately hid Cen Zhuo behind his back: "It is impossible to manipulate bones at the age of 30."

The 25-year-old is the hurdle for all warriors.

"Maybe there are always exceptions to everything," Feng Guang explained. "Miracle," he looked at his scarred hands, "I am old, but my neurons are still young. City, and fight for this country for another five years, I will die without regret.”

Die without regret.There are so many people in this world, how many of them can die without regrets?Cen Zhuo could not leave the wounded barracks with the people who settled them, at least not yet.

It was getting dark, the crooked moon hung overhead, and the stars were shining brightly.

The place to live is in the center of the city, which should be the best in Lancheng, but the conditions are not as good as in Wulanqia, which is Datong shop, and the rice is also the cheapest concentrated nutrient paste. It was dark in a flash.

Everyone's first reaction was to lie down, find a place to hide, and squat for two or three minutes without any movement. Zhuyeliang got up and looked out the window. It was pitch black, and the whole city was extinguished.

"Power off," he said, "same as Ulancha."

Everyone stood up, went back to the table, and ate in the dark. There were giggling sounds outside the window, which were very strange. After listening for a while, Cen Zhuo suddenly realized that it was the laughter of a child.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

Gao Xiu, Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei all nodded.

"There is no basic power supply," Cen Zhuo sighed, "but the children are laughing."

"Here..." Gao Xiu stirred the unpalatable semi-liquid food on the plate, "It's much better than Lion Hall."

"Although they are poor," Jia Xibei also said, "everyone has a spirit."

Cen Zhuo is envious of a person who is facing death at any time, because he has faith and lives a simple and happy life with a selfless leader.

At this time, something lightly rubbed against his knee, like a palm.

In the darkness, he glanced at Zhui Yeliang beside him, is it... he, secretly rubbing against his leg?

His face became hot, and the surroundings were quiet, only the sound of iron spoon scraping against the plate, Cen Zhuo's heartbeat accelerated, his reason told him that it was impossible, but he couldn't help but guess like that, why would that machine do this, or was it his own imagination?

"Brother Xiu," Jia Xibei said at this moment, "did you touch my leg?"

"Ah?" Cen Zhuo and Gao Xiu, including Yuan Zhen, were surprised at the same time.

"No, I..." Gao Xiu wanted to deny it, but suddenly felt something beside his legs, "Under the table!"

Zhui Yeliang immediately overturned the table and turned on the cannon lamp. Under the pale inorganic light, a little girl was sitting there, blinking her round eyes innocently.

Everyone was stunned. How could there be a child hidden under the table at night?

"Hey, what are you doing hiding under the table!" Gao Xiu asked angrily after the dinner was overturned.

The child was seven or eight years old, dressed in neat white clothes, with two small braids on one side and one on the right. He wrinkled his little nose and wanted to cry.

"Oh, Brother Xiu, don't scare her." Jia Xibei picked up the child distressedly, turned it upside down, and held it in his arms, "Little sister, don't be afraid."

The little girl was limp, with a scent of soap locust, and Jia Xibei carefully supported her: "What's your name?"

The girl shook her head and tilted her head to look at him. The canister light went out, and the room was so dark, but she looked at him for a long time, and then threw herself on Jia Xibei's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Hey?" Jia Xibei was overwhelmed, the rabbit's eyes sparkled, "Which one of you wants to hug, it's so soft and cute!"

Yuan Zhenxin said, are you cute?But it was still very supportive.

The girl glanced at him and refused to give him a hug, but for some reason, she grabbed Jia Xibei's little hand and put it in Yuan Zhen's broad palm.

It's like entrusting.

The four big men, plus Jia Xibei, were all amused by her gesture.

"This kid is weird." Gao Xiu joined in the fun and stretched out his hand, "I'll try it too."

The girl didn't move, she lay on Jia Xibei's shoulder, looking at the ground with distant eyes, Yuan Zhen joked: "Gao Xiu, you scared her just now, you obviously don't like you."

Yeah?Gao Xiu withdrew his hand embarrassingly, but her eyes were as sharp as a sharpened knife.

At this moment, there was commotion outside, everyone went out, and saw two women carrying oil lamps looking for something from house to house, and when they turned around, they found the girl on Jia Xibei's shoulder, slapping her thigh with excitement: "God, you are so scared to death!" We are here!"

god?this girl

When they came to want a child, Jia Xibei was skeptical: "You say she is a god?"

"Yes, it's the flesh god of our Lancheng," the women struggled to turn off the lights, "when she grows up, she will fight against the flesh god of the seven-pointed star."

Heptagrams also have gods?Cen Zhuo is not used to ghosts and gods, he only thinks it is the way of spiritual sustenance in this barren land: "What kind of spirit has she shown, you say she is a god?"

"She is the soul boy personally selected by the previous physical god," the women said reverently, "The hall master was selected from fifteen candidates when she was two years old."

Cen Zhuo was surprised: "The Supreme Master...was she chosen?"

"At that time, the hall master was already 24 years old, and he was not the most outstanding person or skeleton. Everyone once doubted the power of God," the women recalled. "But six years are enough to prove that God's choice is unquestionable."

Cen Zhuo had goosebumps all over his body, and looked at the child in disbelief, she was also looking at him with a sympathetic look, and then stretched out a childish finger, pointing to his heart, and pointing to Zhu Yeliang.

Like an oracle.

Having been exposed in public, Cen Zhuo clenched his fists in shame for his feelings that he could not express.

Zhu Yeliang pretended not to understand: "What does she mean?"

"I don't know," Cen Zhuo gritted his teeth, raised his head in the twilight under the starry sky, and smiled pretendingly, "Do you believe your CPU, oracle or something?"

Zhuyeliang didn't believe it, but didn't say anything.