The rain poured down in drops, washing away the dark night, washing away the woods in the mountains, washing away the loose soil, and washing away the broken flesh of humans and insects.
Many combatants stood on the battlefield for a long time, unwilling to leave.
Because too many comrades died on this battlefield.
On the outskirts of the mountainside of the Hot Spring Villa is a resort with beautiful scenery. I don't know how popular it is with the people of Xijiang City, but now it has become a bloody purgatory for Shura, burying all the partners who fought side by side.
Perhaps the person who died was an old comrade who had been in love for several years.
Maybe it was the girl next door who died.
Maybe it was a classmate who died.
Maybe, the one who died was a buddy I just met for less than two minutes...
No matter who died, just looking at the broken corpses on the ground and smelling the lingering pungent smell of blood in the rainy night, you will feel a huge stone weighing in your heart, which is indescribably heavy and uncomfortable.
A few soldiers on the army side even knelt down next to some rotten meat and cried bitterly, grabbing the ground with their heads like crazy, and letting out sobs like cuckoos crying blood... But everyone can understand their feelings, because those Rotten meat is the comrade in charge of the soldiers' robes and lives.
When soldiers leave their hometown to join the army, the closest thing to them is their comrades. The relationship between soldiers is like a burning oven that can melt even steel. It is naturally more sincere and pure than the friendship between ordinary people.
A little girl was dragged by several adults, preventing her from touching the purple and smelly mummy on the ground, but her eyes were red from crying, and she seemed to be coughing up her throat. She didn't know where she came from. She was so powerful that even several adults could not hold her, and the soil on the ground was plowed with several long marks...
Everyone who witnessed this scene secretly wept for the little girl... because the purple and smelly mummy was the little girl's mother, the inheritor of the Yang Soul of a non-governmental organization, but she was brutally killed by the Blue Thunder Poison Scorpion on the battlefield. kill…
An old woman with disheveled hair used a cane to smash the body of a red-capped beetle. However, she was old and frail and soon dislocated her wrists. Blood-red tears even flowed from her cloudy eyes. shocking
There is nothing more sad than heartbreaking... No one stopped this old woman... Because many people knew that the old woman's family was all eaten by the red-topped beetle, including three sons, three daughters-in-law, and one unmarried woman. My daughter, as well as her two exquisite and adorable granddaughters, were all reduced to pieces.
If it hadn't been for this red-topped beetle that broke into the crowd, how would the old woman's family be ruined, leaving her alone in this world
"Give me back Aguang Azong...Give me your good granddaughter...Why didn't you eat me first? Do you think my meat is sour and smelly..."
Cries of pain, sighs, and whines sounded one after another on the battlefield and in the refuge areas, accompanied by the cries of babies and the dull sound of rain. At this moment, it seemed to condense into a hellish eternity.
"Three of our Sogang University participants died..."
Ran Hongxia lowered her head gently, sighed, and said sadly:
"Please remember their names. I hope every Sogang University student can treat them as heroes..."
Not only three combatants died, but there were also several wounded, such as the shape-shifter Lan Xiaoyue who lost his arm, the qigong master Lu Feiyang who used self-mutilation skills, and the fighting qi master who injured his internal organs... Although there are intermediate light priests Xiao Wanqing's recovery technique still cannot cure wounds such as broken limbs, self-mutilation, and hidden injuries within three or two days. There must be a slow treatment process, especially for Lan Xiaoyue. Her broken limbs will take at least a week to recover.
Faced with such casualties, even the cold Li Jiayu felt a little uncomfortable.
Is it true... I cannot remain indifferent to the death of my comrade...
Compared to his bad mood after the war, Li Jiayu was in a good mood. After all, he had obtained a total of forty second-level insect crystals.
This is simply a great harvest, and there are seven or eight second-level intermediate insect crystals among them. I don’t know how precious they are.
If the dark octopus hadn't gotten some food poisoning from eating its brains, I'm afraid it would have dug out more insect crystals.
However, forty is enough, otherwise the action would be too big and not beautiful.
"This idiot octopus... I thought it could eat the brains of insects indefinitely, but I didn't expect that it would eat the brains and get food poisoning, frothing at the mouth and lying on the ground..."
After kicking the dark octopus, which had more air coming out than taking in air, Li Jiayu cursed:
"Don't pretend to be dead with me, get up and get to work."
"Master...let the octopus rest for a while...the octopus has a stomachache..."
After talking about it, the dark octopus burped, and a few strands of white brains flowed out of the corner of its mouth. It was obvious that it had eaten too much.
However, Li Jiayu could clearly see that there seemed to be a lump as big as a fist on the dark octopus's bare, round head... It seemed that something was about to pour out of the dark octopus's head.
"Uh, is it going to grow a horn? It seems like the dark octopus has been in the second-level low-level position for a long time, and it's about time to evolve..."
For the sake of peace, Ran Hongxia buried the three Xijiang University victims early in the big pit dug by the sword energy, and then led her companions back to the original camp.
Since most of the battles took place at the foot of the mountain, the camp on the mountainside was not very dirty, and there was constant rainwater, so there was not much smell of blood. At the very least, people could still live here.
During this period, other citizens cheered loudly because none of their relatives or friends died on the battlefield. They were secretly glad that they were safe and sound, and they admired and trusted the power of the army immensely.
Seeing other citizens crying with joy, the combatants were speechless. What could they say... Shouldn't they also let other citizens be happy that they survived? Do you have to force other citizens to cry in order to be satisfied...
Soon, people from the army came to the camp of Xijiang University to inquire about the left-wing battlefield.
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