However, there was still no expression on Dou Jiang's face, and no blood was flowing from his wound.
After being stiff for a short while, Dou Jiang slowly stood up again, but his movements were a little stiffer and slower than before.
On the sand.
Qiao Mu fell to the ground, his body like broken porcelain, blood oozing out of his body, the blood dyed the yellow sand red.
The right arm holding the gun was broken, and the bones in his waist and abdomen were obviously deformed and twisted. He fell in a pool of blood, his eyes calmly looking up at the sky.
The veteran soldiers, including Captain Hai, were all shocked, but did not look back.
If even someone as powerful as Qiao Mu died, then it means there is no hope of survival in this battle.
Is it true that human power has its limits
No matter how brave a warrior is, he will eventually be powerless to reverse the situation, just like the old general in the army in the past, who ended up dying with his soul destroyed and his blood staining the yellow sand.
They did not look back.
Because the battlefield is not a place to mourn the dead. If they are distracted by worrying about the dead, the next ones to die on the battlefield will be these old soldiers themselves.
The dead are gone, and the living will continue to fight over their corpses until they perish.
A black shadow flashed beside him, and Lu Yanbei, covered in blood, rushed over.
Lu Yanbei was not a veteran soldier who had been on the battlefield for a long time. He was a wanderer, so he rushed over.
After taking a quick glance at the injuries on Qiao Mu's body, his heart sank, and he lifted Qiao Mu, whose bones were twisted and broken, up from the sand.
Qiao Mu opened his eyes and looked at the battlefield. He saw the general with a spear stuck in his chest and the old soldiers who were still fighting hard.
He was very calm, so calm that even Lu Yanbei, an experienced martial artist, was a little surprised.
This is not an act. Death has no deterrent effect on Qiumu. It can even be considered a reward accompanied by pain.
Qiumu looked around calmly.
He was keenly aware that after he failed to kill the general with his last blow, the old soldiers did not turn back, but their morale had changed subtly...
The battlefield is not just Qiao Mu's battlefield.
But he is standing at the forefront of the storm and is the sharpest blade on the battlefield, so his every move will naturally affect the morale of our veteran soldiers.
Lu Yanbei didn't know what Qiao Mu was thinking, he just asked in a deep voice:
"Any last words?"
When the old man in the pool of blood heard these words, he seemed to have a last burst of light. He stretched out his only remaining left hand with difficulty and grabbed Lu Yanbei's wrist, looking straight into the old man's eyes.
Blood gushed out from wounds all over his body. He fell in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, and he opened his mouth with difficulty:
"Tell them ---------"
"The reinforcements are real... The Immortal-killing Army really exists!"
"This remnant of the Great Yan army is definitely not fighting alone. If they hold on a little longer, reinforcements will arrive soon..."
The weak and old voice echoed in the surrounding battlefield and spread far away with the hot wind of the desert.
These last words seemed to have exhausted the old man's last strength. Although they were weak, they were heard far away.
The sound swept across the battlefield with the wind, across the countless forests of generals and soldiers' tablets under the lonely city, and across the dilapidated walls of the lonely city.
The storyteller's clairvoyance was startled, and the old soldiers on the battlefield also subconsciously looked aside.
When Captain Hai looked back for the first time, his face had a complicated expression and mixed feelings. He clenched the sword in his hand so tightly that his finger joints turned white.
He had been feeling fortunate that he had acted decisively and teamed up with the foreign warrior Qiao Shuangsen to tell a lie, which in return brought the lonely city a month of prosperity.
But now he only felt confused.
Chapter 196 My Dad is Here (3k
The setting sun is blood-red.
Under the sunlight, Qiaomu's body was half lying on the ground, and his shadow was stretched out very long, falling on the barren sand.
But at this moment, the shadow was slightly distorted.
A cat's paw poked out, and then the whole cat's body emerged from the shadows.
This was a small calico cat with messy fur. After jumping out from the shadows, it did not run around or scream. It just stepped lightly on the sand and came silently in front of Qiao Mu.
It raised its nose and sniffed carefully, then stopped in front of Qiao Mu and rubbed its body against him gently, and ended up being covered in blood.
The cat licked its fur with some disgust, then sat on the sand and whimpered softly, its small body leaning against the tree.
Qiao Mu was already on his deathbed, about to die, but at the moment of death he vaguely felt a furry, soft and warm little thing crawling into his arms.
He opened his eyes slightly and took a look, then smiled unconsciously.
This demon cat Wuchang followed him from Heyang Prefecture to Zhongzhou, and then to this lonely city in the desert. During this period, Qiao Mu died several times, and he left this demon cat aside intentionally or unintentionally.
This is the first time that I have let this cat accompany me when I am dying.
"Is this how Captain Qian Qian's father felt before he died in the prison of Heyang Prefecture?"
The furry little thing in his arms was pressed against his heart, as if to pass on the last bit of warmth.
However, Qiumu's heartbeat gradually slowed down, and finally stopped abruptly, his pupils dilated, and he lost his vitality.
The storyteller Qianliyan also arrived at this time. He glanced at the suddenly appearing kitten with some surprise. The horizontal eye between his eyebrows opened quietly and he carefully observed the cat with messy fur.
As a storyteller of Tingchao Tower who possesses supernatural powers, his clairvoyant eyes can see through illusions and find the trace of the strange man Daoshun in the distance, but he did not notice when and where the cat appeared from
But... it doesn't matter anymore.
Because Qiao Mu is dead.
The storyteller raised his head with clairvoyance and looked at the battlefield in front of him.
With Qiao Mu's death, the offensive of the alien bean soldiers with incredible power eased a lot without them noticing.
... .
On a small hillside in the wasteland in the distance.
Daoshun looked out at the battlefield outside the lonely city and felt slightly relieved.
"He's finally dead. The mortal that Senior Brother Daozhen looked at differently really has some skills."
Qiao Mu is dead, so his goal has been achieved.
As for what to do next... Daoshun was in hesitation.
More than half of the fifty bean soldiers were killed or wounded under Qiao Mu's desperate charge, and even the leading bean general was injured.
These bean soldiers are different from the previous paper soldiers. They all rely on Daoshun's magic power, and they can be recreated continuously once their magic power is restored.
These bean soldiers are a more advanced method of making soldiers by sowing beans. The strength of the bean soldiers depends not only on Daoshun's magic power, but also on the quality of the magic beans themselves.
As long as he has enough spirit stones, he can even create soldiers and generals stronger than himself.
"Should we continue fighting, or return to rest first? Or should we not rush and fight again tomorrow after replenishing our soldiers?" Daoshun was hesitating.
If he fought again, he could continue to harvest soldier souls, but the damage to the bean soldiers would be even greater, and he would feel a little painful.
For him, the life and death of the mortal city is just a matter of how much spirit stones he spends and whether the cost outweighs the gain.
...
On the battlefield, the remaining bean soldiers' offensive had clearly stagnated.
Captain Hai and others also got a precious chance to catch their breath. He looked back at Qiao Mu's body lying in a pool of blood, and thought of his last words before his death. His heart was filled with confusion.
"Dying for a lie? Is it worth it?" the storyteller Clairvoyant whispered to himself.
When he first stepped onto the city wall, he asked Qiao Mu why he was fighting to the death. After all, sacrifice is admirable, but it also depends on whether it is meaningful, right
This city is destined to be destroyed. There has been no reinforcement forty years ago or forty years later. The idea of attacking the immortal army is just a lie!
And he went to so much trouble to fight the alien's bean soldiers, but in the end he ended up with blood spilled on the sand
And now he still doesn't have a definite answer, but there is an invisible and intangible feeling of blockage in his heart.
Captain Hai, who was standing on the sand dune gasping for breath with his sword in hand, was also very confused. He wanted to ask the dead old man why a lie about the anti-immortal army had to be so serious
Everyone has to die, some people’s death is heavier than Mount Tai, some people’s death is lighter than a feather.
Such a foreign warrior fought to his death for the soldiers and civilians of this city, and before he died he was even thinking about the lie of the so-called anti-immortal army
Those last words, weighing like a mountain, weighed heavily on Captain Hai's heart.
Why has it come to this
You are about to die, but you are still talking about the real Immortal Army, and you are still talking about asking us old soldiers to hold on for a while, because reinforcements will arrive soon...
How could such last words not make Captain Hai feel heavy-hearted
But at this moment he suddenly realized something, he clenched the sword in his hand, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
"Does it really matter whether there is an army to kill immortals or not?" He suddenly raised the corner of his mouth:
"Did Mr. Qiao Shuangsen really mean to talk about the Immortal Extermination Army in his last words before he died?"
What he wanted to say was obviously to boost the morale of this exhausted remnant army and let them continue to fight.
The content of the will is actually not important.
Because Captain Hai had already sensed the emotion and spirit that Qiao Shuangsen wanted to convey from his last words.
That was the same spirit he had felt from the old military generals forty years ago when he was still young.
The building is about to collapse, the enemy is strong and we are weak. We know we will lose but still go to die bravely. We know it is impossible but still do it!
Qiao Shuangsen is a visitor from the outside world of Kyushu, and so is Lu Yanbei.
There is an isolated city and an isolated army in the desert, which have been fighting against foreigners until now.
But Kyushu also has Qiao Shuangsen.
This remnant of the former Great Yan army has been trapped in the desert for forty years and fighting alone, but they are not alone.
Because there are still other heroes running around in Jiuzhou, and people like this isolated city are still doing their best to resist the aliens, this side is enough.
There is Lu Yanbei, who entered the city and fought side by side with the old soldiers for a year, there is Hai Wuya, who created the humanitarian practice "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", and there is Qiao Shuangsen, who shed blood in the yellow sand for a lie.
This is a spiritual legacy that is passed down across a desert and forty years.
"I have been isolated and helpless for forty years. Today I know that the backbone of the outside world is still there." Captain Hai laughed happily:
"This isolated city was meant to be destroyed, and this isolated army was meant to be wiped out. But even if I die today, I will have no regrets."
He raised the sword in his hand.
The same was true for the three hundred old soldiers who were gasping for breath behind him.
These silent old soldiers did not slack off because of the temporary pause in the bean soldiers' offensive, but instead launched a charge towards the remaining bean soldiers.
Just like Qiumu charging forward in the blood before.
The former Captain Hai took over the torch from the veteran generals in the army.
Now he saw the torch in the hands of Qiao Shuangsen, a warrior from Jiuzhou.
Then, that's enough.
The storyteller, with Thousand-Li Eyes, watched in silence as Captain Hai and his men charged forward one after another, and he vaguely knew the reason why they were fighting to the death.
"The enemy is strong and I am weak. I know that it is useless to go all out. I know that there is no way back but I still go to die. I know that it is impossible but I still do it..."
"This is an epic for mortals," he sighed.
... .
at the same time.
On one side of the city wall, there is an uninhabited area under the sand dunes.
An old man opened his eyes.
His eyes became more lively, showing both the accumulation of years and the vigor of youth. One could tell at a glance that he was extraordinary.
But at this time, he looked even older, with wrinkles all over his face and age spots.
His white hair was cascading down to his waist.