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The whole city of Lanzhou is preparing for battle. On the road, bundles of giant arrowheads and sharp spears made of steel can be seen everywhere. Jia Xibei, the leader of Chen Jun, shuttled between the alleys and told him which places are suitable for the city once the city is broken. In order to fight back, there were ambushes of women and hidden weapons in those places.

"Tomorrow, we will go to Ximen before sunrise, and we will have a decisive battle as soon as the sun rises," Chen Jun said.

Jia Xibei took a deep breath: "Is that soaring arrow very powerful?"

"I only came here last summer, and I didn't meet him." Chen Jun was still not used to seeing his feminine demeanor, "I heard it's very powerful."

Jia Xibei blinked: "That... you are from the Lion Hall, why did you come to the dyeing house?"

"The Lion Hall is long gone." Chen Jun rolled his cat's eyes. The left eye is black and the right eye is blue. The sons are all from the Lion Hall, and they finally escaped from the encirclement of the dyeing society, but they were plotted by their own people."

Jia Xibei has experienced Ulan Qia, and knows the struggle in those quagmire: "Infighting?"

Chen Jun nodded: "I am destined to live to this day."

Jia Xibei imitated his brothers and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "It's all over."

"Whether it's helping the Lion Hall to fight the Dye Club, or helping the Dye Club to fight the Lion Hall," Chen Jun said, "They are all brothers fighting against each other, but Lancheng is different. It is meaningful to protect the family and the country."

Jia Xibei is about the same age as him, but with different backgrounds and experiences, his knowledge is far less profound than his: "Xiaojun, you know a lot."

Chen Jun chuckled, "Remember the location of the ambush first," he said, pointing to an alley on the east side, "Start from M6, don't enter, from K9 to K22..."

Jia Xibei wrote it down carefully, because he was serious, his little brows were tightly frowned, and suddenly something fell on his lap, it was hot, and he looked down, it was the physical god with two braids.

"It's you, why are you running around again?" He smiled at her, and the grandmothers who took care of her came running panting.

The little girl stretched out her hand to him, wanting to hug her. Jia Xibei teased her, rubbing her fleshy little face like dough.

"She's really attached to you." Chen Jun said strangely.

"Huh?" Jia Xibei picked her up and walked forward.

"She's very difficult to deal with, and never let anyone touch her."

Jia Xibei was surprised: "Obviously very obedient and obedient," he played with the little girl's fingers, and saw a wing-shaped metal whistle on her chest, "What is this?"

"Her flute," Chen Jun said, "didn't you notice that she can't speak, she blows twice when she is happy, and three short and one long when she is unhappy or dangerous."

"Oh..." Jia Xibei patted the little girl's head, walked around the street corner, and ran into Cen Zhuo and Zhu Yeliang head-on. Feng Guang accompanied them, and was showing them the large iron box that was going to be released outside the city at night. Tribulus.

Seeing Jia Xibei, Feng Guang asked kindly: "Is the bone bullet loaded?"

"It's full," Jia Xibei blushed, "Thank you Hall Master!"

Feng Guang turned to Chen Jun, pointing his fingers at Jia Xibei's chest, "Tomorrow you will be on the same side as him..."

At this time, the flesh god grasped the finger with both hands and pushed it aside.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but they didn't take it seriously. Only Feng Guang tried to point again. She grabbed him for the second time and made it very clear that he would not let him point.

"Hall Master?"

Jia Xibei felt that Feng Guang's expression was a bit strange, as if he was surprised, but also as if he understood, with mixed feelings, the 30-year-old "old" imperial warrior smiled, and held Jia Xibei's arm: "Tomorrow you don't Let's go out of the city, go up to the tower, and watch the battle with the flesh god."

"Why?" Jia Xibei and Chen Jun said in unison.

"Master, don't look at this kid like a little girl," Chen Jun said, "He's not like this when he wears the skeleton, the firepower is very fierce, and he always thinks ahead of me, I have never met such a good partner! "

Feng Guang shook his head, said nothing, and walked away.

Chen Jun went after him.

"The people here are so weird," Cen Zhuo whispered, her eyes unexpectedly met the flesh god in Jia Xibei's arms, she looked at him deeply, as if she wanted to penetrate his past and future.

This look is intimidating.

Zhuyeliang walked towards Jia Xibei and said in a low voice, "Go and persuade Gao Xiu to let him go up to the tower with you tomorrow."

Jassie was at a loss.

"Tomorrow is the big battle," Zhui Yeliang's voice came out through the metal device, but there were genuine human emotions inside, "he only has one arm, don't let him fold it here."

Jia Xibei understood, pursed his lips, and nodded solemnly.

Cen Zhuo looked at Zhu Yeliang's back silently. That night, under the starry sky, he held unrealistic hopes and asked him: Do you trust your CPU, oracle or something.

He didn't answer because he didn't believe it.

Yes, how can a metal skeleton believe in God?

But then, Zhuyeliang said: But I believe in myself, what I want, even if it is delusional, even if it shocks the world, even if it wants to change the will of God, I will pursue it desperately.

Delusion, horror, pursuit.

Thinking of these three words now, Cen Zhuo's heart is still trembling, this person is too hateful, as if he meant something, he is inseparable from him, like a spider spinning a web, firmly fixing him in place.

Zhuo Yeliang turned around, Cen Zhuo quickly averted his eyes.

"Are you looking at me?" the bastard actually asked.

Cen Zhuo clenched his fists and smiled: "What's so good about you, you're so hard and curveless."

"Don't you just like hard ones." Zhui Yeliang joked as usual.

But now Cen Zhuo can't stand this kind of joke: "It's not as tough as you."

Zhui Yeliang didn't seem very happy: "Then what are you looking at?"

Cen Zhuo wanted to stay away from him, find a quiet place, and take a deep breath: "Look at the idiot."

After that, he turned his head and left.

"Hey," Zhu Yeliang stopped him, "Don't leave my side tomorrow, not even one meter."

I □□【fuck you】mom!Cen Zhuo yelled in his heart, but with a cynical smile on his face, he turned his head: "The rebellious army doesn't have eyes, it's not that you can protect it if you want to."

Zhui Yeliang knew it, and it was because of this that she panicked: "Even if I destroy myself, I will cover your head, stand in front of you, and let you leave Lancheng alive."

Don't say such things anymore... Cen Zhuo felt that he was going crazy, because of these irresponsible sweet words, "You can block it if you want," he couldn't bear it, "I'll still do my own way."

"Cen Zhuo!" Zhu Yeliang shouted, and then said softly, "Ding Dong."

Cen Zhuo gritted his teeth and strode out, but Ke Xin couldn't help but respond: Ding Dong!

At dawn the next day, all males over the age of 15, regardless of whether they are disabled or not, those with skeletons wear skeletons, those without skeletons wear armor and weapons, fully armed and massed towards the west gate of Lancheng.

It was still the long doorway, this time was different from last time, there was no sound outside the heavy alloy door, not because the enemy hadn't arrived, but because the seven-pointed star had already been arrayed in the middle of the night yesterday.

There was no swearing-in, no seeing off, and no wine. When the first ray of sunlight rose from the east, horns blew from the enemy building, the alloy door slowly lifted, and the faint sunlight lit up in the door opening.

They rushed out, rushing to the hillside that stretched to death. At the same time, thousands of arrows were fired from the city tower. The arrowheads were hollow and filled with low-temperature fuel, which ignited and exploded after violent friction with the air.

In an instant, tens of thousands of dazzling sparks lit up on the seven-pointed star's position, but compared to their huge number of people and strict battle formation, they were negligible.

Heptagram began to charge forward, a typical layout of the left, center and right armies, the largest of which was the central army, stretching nearly 300 meters from north to south.

The Lancheng army screamed and collided with them. Blood, short-circuited wires, and axes that were thrown from their hands were raised high in the front line of the battle. With a huge meat grinder.

The sea of ​​blood dyed the grass red, the armor red, the eyepieces and the retina red. As he promised, Cen Zhuo, with Zhu Yeliang and Yuan Zhen, plunged into the seven-pointed star like a sharp knife. military.

The cut was very fast, and the left and right lion teeth were invincible. Cen Zhuo carried four special guns on his back. Open, burning blazingly on the ferocious Dazhong army.

The line of the seven-pointed star seems to have collapsed. This is a signal on the battlefield. The Supreme Master immediately led the superior forces to concentrate here, press down on the opponent, and widen the tearing hole, and then widen it, so that the enemy who dared to attack Fear, confusion, and panic!

It went very smoothly, and the Heptagram's central army was about to collapse and was almost divided into two.

However, Cen Zhuo was puzzled, what about the arrow to the sky?

At the same time, Jia Xibei was watching the battle on the tower with his body god in his arms, Gao Xiu held on to the railing with one hand, and showed a sassy smile after a long absence: "Let these ghosts who are dying to learn a lot, and see how powerful our Jialan Hall is! "

Jia Xibei tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xiu, I don't quite understand, why do I feel..."

Gao Xiu turned his head to look at him, he was radiant because of his excitement: "This is almost breaking them down, why don't you understand?"

"That's right..." Jia Xibei pointed to the two wings of the seven-pointed star that had been doing nothing, "Brother Cen and the others ran into it. If the seven-pointed star encloses the left and right sides at this time, wouldn't it be bad?"

He is a question, but to Gao Xiu, it is an exclamation.

What Jia Xibei said was right, the originally flat battle line formed a convex arc because of Jia Lantang's powerful breakthrough, which was also a precursor to the collapse of the front line, but Gao Xiu observed the rhythm of the seven-pointed star, and they did not mess up. , On the contrary, following the impact of the Lancheng Army, it followed the trend and continued to expand its two wings, which was about to form a situation of encirclement.

"They let us rush in on purpose!" Gao Xiu was terrified, it was a battlefield of tens of thousands of people, and the danger could not be saved by relying on the power of one or two bones.

Jia Xibei was in a hurry, and saw the whistle on the chest of the flesh god. It was such a small piece of metal that he didn't know if he could hear it in the city.

At a distance of several hundred meters, the sound of shouts, shells, and mechanical friction, the whistling sound was like a mosquito, but Zhu Yeliang's auditory system caught it, and there was a clear rhythm, which was a signal.

He turned back following the sound, quickly adjusted the focus of the eyepiece, and saw Jia Xibei waving his hands on the top of the city. He was anxiously making one movement: retreat!

It is the time to take advantage of the momentum and attack, and this signal is unreasonable.

In an instant, Zhuyeliang's right CPU immediately vetoed it, while the left CPU subconsciously made a decision and chose to trust his teammate, even if it was a child like a little girl.

"Cen Zhuo!" He grabbed Cen Zhuo's arm and turned around, but he was stupid when he turned around. There was no way out behind densely packed, all the compressed Lancheng Army, surrounded by the bones of the seven-pointed star, forming a circle, We must use our numerical superiority to annihilate them internally.

Jia Xibei and Gao Xiu could see clearly from the tower. It was too late, the encirclement had been formed, and the situation on the battlefield was reversed instantly.

Yuan Zhen kept raising the flame temperature in an attempt to burn a way out, but using fire in such a cramped space was a bad idea to kill one thousand enemies and harm eight hundred. After several attempts, he had to turn off the flame-breathing gate.

Little Shura stayed close to the Supreme Master, just like the women who looked after the physical gods said, the Supreme Master's bones were too unremarkable, and he didn't have a decent main weapon, only a large shield, which could barely withstand attacks below a neutron bomb.

"Protect the Supreme Master! The echelons break through!" Chen Jun shouted.

But it's useless, no one can break out of the iron bucket-like encirclement, and what's more terrible, the seven-pointed star began to strangle, high-energy cannons, special bullets, iron spikes, spears, and field energy weapons were thrown at the Lancheng army at the same time. Say hello, kill one floor, the encirclement will shrink by one point, and the Garan Hall, which is wrapped in the middle, has no room to fight back.

Inside the encirclement, a stampede appeared, and the first to fall were ordinary soldiers. They were crushed, flattened, and ground into flesh by their own bones. As the leader, Cen Zhuo was not spared. In this situation, there is no big brother or younger brother. Divided, all the same, no dead body.

Zhuo Yeliang threw himself on Cen Zhuo, this was not known how many times, but it was undoubtedly the most dangerous time, the two of them stuck to each other tightly, bones stepped on Zhuo Yeliang's back and fell, more than a dozen He carried it with all his might, and if he couldn't carry it, Cen Zhuo's body would be gone.

In the narrow space, they were forced to face each other with a pair of crystal eyepieces and a pair of star-like eyes. Cen Zhuo was the one who suffered because from his eyes, Zhu Yeliang could see everything.

That irrepressible feeling that was on the verge of bursting in the bloody battle.

The lodging of the bones became more and more serious, and the head was covered with blackness. Cen Zhuo could feel that Zhu Yeliang's support was gradually becoming unstable. He might be carrying nearly a hundred tons of weight on his body-this was a dead end, and there was no result.

"Yezi," he said desperately, "If you are going to die, I want you to know, I..."

Suddenly, there was a fierce shooting sound above the head. It was a bone gun, and it sounded like it was coming from the sky, shooting wantonly at the Lancheng army who had no power to fight back.

It's the sky arrow.