Lord

With the sound of waves, the body was shaking, and the trigeminal nerve was aching, Cen Zhuo moved his fingers and opened his eyes.

The snow-white ceiling, the sun shining in from the window, and the wind, slowly, made the skin itchy.

"Hmm..." He sat up and retched twice. It should be an adverse reaction of the anesthetic. He looked down at the abdomen. There were two needle holes, which may be an overdose.

He didn't know how long he had slept. He looked around in a daze. It was a ship, judging by its width. It was not a big ship like the Chiguo Tenno, and it was very fast. From the window, he could see the white waves rushing up from the lower deck.

He was still chained, one on each of his limbs and one around his neck. He was unclothed, naked like a beast, and was chained to a metal member that fixed a large piece of furniture in the corner.

The wound was treated briefly, and the steel rod was pulled out, but the pain was still there. He curled up against the wall in pain, touched his skin, and the fever had not subsided.

Faintly, there were voices coming from the bedroom next to the door. The door was not closed tightly, and there was a crack exposed, and the conversation gradually became clearer.

"...Don't make trouble, Cen Zhuo is outside..."

"He hasn't passed the medicine yet..."

After that, there was a whisper between lovers, Cen Zhuo pressed his temples, it was Ding Huanliang and He Feifan, they took him out of the ghost town, where are they going to send him?

Suddenly, the door opened, and Cen Zhuo looked down, and saw a chubby dog ​​with short furry legs, big fox ears, and round glasses like black buttons, looking at him curiously.

It is so cute, and there is a red collar around the neck. Cen Zhuo has never seen such a beautiful dog. Shenyang only has wild dogs with sharp canine teeth, and they will compete with people for food.

"Woooo..." Xiaopang twisted his buttocks and circled on the spot, as if he wanted to sniff him, but he didn't dare.

"Come," Cen Zhuo stretched out his hand, "Come here."

Xiaopang sat down and tilted his head to look at him.

Cen Zhuo patted the carpet lightly, and called it softly. Xiaopang stared at his fingers, pouted his buttocks and leaned over. He didn't know whether he was too focused or really stupid. It stumbled on his front and rear legs and fell down. Cen Zhuo quickly picked him up, and rocked him in his arms like a baby.

Soft white belly, little paws pushing and kicking, wet red tongue, licking Cen Zhuo's chin, arching excitedly in his arms.Cen Zhuo made it laugh, and couldn't help but bury his face in its smooth fur, a peachy aroma reminded him of his childhood and his brother.

"Fatty!"

Cen Zhuo looked up, it was Ding Huanliang, standing at the door of the bedroom, staring nervously.

Cen Zhuo shook Xiaopang in his arms, the little guy barked with joy, who would be willing to hurt such a cute angel, he put it down on the ground, pushed its buttocks, and let it pass.

Ding Huanliang seemed to be relieved, he came over and picked up the dog, and looked down at Cen Zhuo with a puzzled look. He didn't understand why this kid didn't threaten Xiaopang, or killed it for revenge.

"Keeping this kind of dog...it's not like you." Cen Zhuo leaned his head against the wall, dying.

Ding Huanliang wiped off the blood on the dog's pad, but said nothing.

"Can you find me a pair of pants," Cen Zhuo said weakly, "Even if I die, let me die with dignity."

"You can't die," He Feifan came out of the bedroom and stood beside Ding Huanliang, "Yu Ze wants to see you, this is the boat to take you to Jianghan."

Jianghan, Cen Zhuo suddenly remembered that Zhuyeliang wanted to go to Jianghan, take Bai Ruer with him, and regain their lost country.

"We'll be at Water Gate in four or ten minutes." He Feifei reminded Ding Huanliang.

"The whole ship is ready." Ding Huanliang carried Xiaopang to the podium in the center of the living room. He Feifan took a metal chew from the table, squatted in front of Cen Zhuo, and put it on his mouth.

Cen Zhuo couldn't figure out their intentions, he wanted to attack the water gate, why did he stuff his mouth?

"Attention all fighters," Ding Huanliang ordered into the loudspeaker, "Take cover nearby, turn off the power in the cockpit, turn off all lights, enter a state of silence, repeat, all fighters..."

Cen Zhuo bit the metal stick in his mouth, watching He Feifei also put a muzzle on Xiaopang, put it in the basket, then put seven or eight guns on the table, checked them one by one, loaded the bullets, and inserted them into the basket. The gun holster and vest are heavily worn on the body.

Attacking the water gate is a big battle, at least the skeleton must be used as the combat unit. What's the use of equipping a pistol?

The power of the boat stopped, and the indicator lights on the furniture, doors and windows of the room went out one by one. Only the rushing water of the river pushed the boat downstream.

After drifting for more than 20 minutes, the boat turned the last bend with the rapids. Ding Huanliang and He Feifan carried the baskets containing Xiaopang and got into the cabinets in the living room and bedroom respectively, and closed the doors, and the room became quiet.

Not only this room, but the whole ship was silent. Escorting the core of the ghost city to Jianghan, the bones that pressed the ship could not be less, but now they are all invisible.

Cen Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, he understood that the water gate is easy to defend but difficult to attack, not to mention a single ship, even the entire fleet is difficult to break through quickly, Ding Huanliang has his strategy.

The attack came suddenly, separated by a distance of one or two kilometers. First, conventional artillery shells hit the small ship. Cen Zhuo obviously felt that the ship was turned around and swayed helplessly in the current. He was nauseated and dizzy intensely. But his physique was so poor that he didn't even have the strength to vomit.

With the addition of short-range firepower, Cen Zhuo felt that the boat was getting closer and closer to the water gate. Soon, the machine gun gained the upper hand, indicating that the distance between the two points was less than 500 meters. The wall, this ship has no power and cannot brake, and the water gate is a hard barrier, once it hits...

There was a loud bang, and the metal hull hit the metal wall. Coupled with the speed of the water flow, Cen Zhuo clearly heard the sound of the ship's plank sinking. After the collision, the small collision did not stop immediately, and the ship's side continued to hit the water gate with the waves. Knocking, occasionally rubbing violently, making an unbearable creaking sound.

Ding Huanliang, He Feifan, and the skeletons of the whole boat did not move at all, they quietly hid in the dark, sharpening their knives.The water gate couldn't take it anymore, and carried out a simple lookout and fire detection. After confirming that there were no combatants on board, the motor was started, and the majestic water gate slowly rose.

Cen Zhuo looked out of the window. From this angle, he could see the bright spots of sunlight shining on the alloy door. He didn't know who was guarding the door, but no matter who it was, they were all dead.

The water flow accelerated suddenly, which was passing the barrier, and then there was a small friction sound, the hull was controlled, drifted sideways for a while, the bow slowly rotated, and adjusted its direction.

The annihilating battle was about to begin, Cen Zhuo couldn't help biting his teeth and listening carefully to the movement of the lower cabin.

Someone came up, they were skeletons, not many, five or six, they advanced while guarding, it took a while to get here, kicked open the door, and saw Cen Zhuo on the ground at a glance.

Naked, bound, wearing chews, non-combatants.They brushed past him and continued to check the bedroom. It was empty and there was no one there. The muzzle and steel knife were put away one after another.

Cen Zhuo saw the logo on their bones, freshly painted, a mighty roaring lion head, he blinked sadly, Ding Huanliang really didn't lie to him, it was so cold that it turned into sand every night, and it was like sending Beifu to Jialantang Similarly, Chengsha was dedicated to Bai Ruer, and the black flag of the Lion Hall was hung.

Cool night by night.At this time, when I read this name, there was only pain in my heart. Cen Zhuo was like a lonely lamp in the cold wind. Zhu Yeliang personally snuffed out this poor hope, leaving him exhausted.

The leader was carrying a machete, and the skeleton looked freshly painted, shining brightly: "It's actually an empty ship. Go back and send someone to inquire if something happened upstream."

"It's okay that something happened, big brother," said a man with a hammer, "we're just going to mix it up and share his share."

"Tsk," Machete didn't like to listen, "We are no longer the Longmen team, now we are the Chengsha Ruo of the Lion Hall, and the Suzaku Branch may be located here in the future, our brothers will make a move, as fierce as a storm, as anxious as a storm." Lightning is not a matter of two cups of soup, it is to unify the south!"

Too arrogant, Cen Zhuo looked at the cabinets where Ding Huanliang and He Feifan were hiding. One was in the living room, with a very good angle and could be covered by full firepower. Once fighting, advance, attack, retreat, and defend.

At this time, the hammer's controller cabin opened, and a fat man jumped down, pointing at Cen Zhuo: "Brother, what is this thing?"

Cen Zhuo was shocked, they actually lost their bones.

The machete also opened the hatch, revealing the body, and the other skeletons released their fighting status one after another. Five men and one woman surrounded Cen Zhuo, chattering.

"Hey, the flowers all over the body are also pretty."

The woman frowned: "Why don't you get dressed?"

"You don't understand, what is this?" the man winked at her, "the kind that accompany her..."

The woman rolled her eyes at him.

"It's just that he was beaten too badly, with blood holes all over his body."

"Fuck you, it's called fun, and many big bosses like it."

"A pet," said the machete, "on a chain, with a gag in its mouth, it's a dog."

It's just a dog, Cen Zhuo clenched his fist under the iron lock tightly, staring at the patterns on the carpet.

"Oh, this peony is so gorgeous. Do you think that the peony lion will be covered in this?"

"Go away, you still dare to think about the peony lion, don't die."

"That's right, only Bai Ruer can think of the peony lion, who are you!"

These words came out of nowhere, piercing Cen Zhuo's heart, only Bai Ruer could think about Zhuo Yeliang, what right does he have to fantasize about such an outcast, a prisoner like trash?

"Why hasn't there been any movement below, didn't you say the assembly in the upper cabin?" Machete became suspicious.

Everyone laughed loudly: "Maybe there is a peony flower like this below..."

"Okay!" Machete said seriously, "Leizi, go down and see..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a bullet shot through his forehead suddenly from behind, a little blood hit the opposite wall with a slap, and trickled down the white wall.

Cen Zhuo watched several people go from stunned to terrified, before they had time to pierce their bones, they took cover and drew their guns to fight back.

The door of the cabinet in the living room was only a crack open, and a gun barrel protruded from the inside. The gunman was He Feifan, and his marksmanship was good. He shot one by one in order from left to right, killing four, and the last two turned over. He knocked down the locker at the door, hid behind and shot at him.

At this time, Ding Huanliang's support was in place, and he fired from the bedroom, which was far away, and there was an obstacle in the middle.

Under the suppression of his firepower, He Feifan simply came out of the closet, raised his gun nearby, fired one shuttle and fired another, directly smashing the locker into a honeycomb, killing one and seriously injuring the other.

That woman, with blood bubbling from her mouth, her trachea pierced, and her chest convulsing, wanted to raise a gun, but Ding Huanliang walked over quickly and killed her with one shot.

The whole process took no more than 5 minutes and was very fast. Cen Zhuo lowered his eyes and looked at the blood and corpses all over the ground. It was clearly midsummer, but he felt his limbs were cold.

The exchange of fire in the upper cabin seemed to be a signal, and the sound of fighting came from the lower cabin immediately, but it was not pistols, but bone cannons and large-scale weapons, crackling, shaking the whole ship, Cen Zhuo had a headache, a little confused, holding His shoulders slumped, his teeth were chattering.

Water Gate attacked the ship again, but the inside of the door was not equipped with large-caliber weapons, and the strength was not worth mentioning. Within half an hour, the lower cabin was quiet, and the red light on the podium was on: "One group, two groups, four groups Team report! All boarding armed forces are wiped out, and the three teams are cleaning up the battlefield!"

The gunshots of the water gate are still there, but they are meaningless.

"Start the boat," Ding Huanliang pulled down the gun all over his body, "turn on all the lights and restore full power. Before the sun sets, I will enter the waters of Jianghan."

The sound of the motor sounded again, and the lights inside and outside the house were turned on one by one. The scarred boat braved the wind and waves, like a pair of sharp scissors, quickly cut across the Shangjiang channel.

"Hey," He Feifan squatted beside Cen Zhuo and called Ding Huanliang, "He seems to be dying."

Ding Huanliang ignored him and carried Xiaopang out of the basket.

"It's burning too badly," He Feifan touched Cen Zhuo's forehead and side neck, "he needs treatment."

"When you get to Jianghan, you'll die, so why bother?" Ding Huanliang then squatted down and patted Cen Zhuo's face: "Don't sleep, we're going to Jianghan soon, and soon we will see Zhuyeliang who betrayed you. "

In a trance, Cen Zhuo muttered: "Zhuye... cool..."

Ding Huanliang smiled lightly: "I didn't lie to you, he went to Chengsha and helped Bai Ruer revive the Lion Hall. You should hate him and wish to kill him."

Xiaopang came over humming, his short legs groped beside the pool of blood, he jumped to He Feifan's feet in fear, tilted his head, and saw Cen Zhuo who was half unconscious.

"Whoever Yuze wants, don't die in our hands." He Feifan said.

"I've experienced all of these, and I won't die," Ding Huanliang said, "I'll be in Jianghan at night, and I'm fine."

Xiaopang rubbed his wet nose against Gong Cen Zhuo's hand, as if he knew he was abnormally hot, shook his little butt, and anxiously pushed him with his paws, but Cen Zhuo didn't respond, it stepped on his arm again, and struggled to climb to the ground. On his shoulders, nestled in the hollow of his neck, licking his face.