But he is alone.
No matter how strong a person is, he cannot protect this city. Ordinary warriors are also made of flesh and blood.
Moreover, Qiao Shuangsen led the troops and died in battle, so how could Captain Hai let his old father die in this desert
"You and your son have done enough for Gucheng..." Captain Hai advised.
The father and son of the Qiao family brought life to this isolated city, but it was obvious that the enemy came too quickly and they had no time to leave.
But this is not important, because the old soldiers have long been ready to die, it is just a matter of time.
If there really is an anti-immortal army in Jiuzhou, the death of a centenarian like Qiao Ruisen here must be a considerable loss.
"We are not afraid of death, but sacrifice must have its meaning, not just for the sake of death."
"Since you can enter the formation, I think that in time, the Immortal-killing Army, including you, will have a chance to leave the formation... So it is more useful for you to survive."
"This is more important to the overall situation." Captain Hai then began to persuade him based on the overall situation.
"What you think is your business." Qiao Mu said casually:
"Qiao family motto: Where the heart goes, the way will go."
“What I want to do in my heart is my path, and it has nothing to do with you.”
Born immortal, Qiao Mu has always acted without any taboos. He doesn't care about gains and losses, other people's views, or the overall situation. He does whatever he wants.
He completely ignored Captain Hai's chattering and looked back, just in time to see the storyteller Qianliyan and Lu Yanbei and others arriving one after another.
"The Clairvoyance has arrived." Qiao Mu's eyes moved.
He continued to wait on the top of the city wall, not to act out the "you go quickly" or "you go first" scenes with Captain Hai, but to wait for the Clairvoyant to arrive.
If the three hundred bean generals fight head-on, their internal energy will be exhausted. So in Qiao Mu's opinion, the clairvoyance of the extraordinary man in Tingchao Tower is the chance to break the impasse.
As long as we can find the strange man hiding behind these three hundred bean generals, we can probably solve him as easily as we did with Daoshun.
"Can Clairvoyance find the location of the extraordinary person?" Qiao Mu asked.
Qianliyan stood on the city wall and looked around. The third eye between his eyebrows opened and scanned around, but his brows gradually frowned.
"Perhaps he used an illusion array to conceal his location... I need time." Clairvoyance said directly:
"If I find out, please inform Elder Qiao through secret voice transmission at any time."
Secret sound transmission is a special martial art that can transmit sound through the air so that the sound can only reach the ears of one or several specific people.
Qiao Mu nodded. Without further hesitation, he bent his knees slightly, took a deep breath, and jumped down from the ancient city wall.
call out!
He held a spear in his hand, and seemed to have turned into a white meteor streaking through the sky.
As the meteor fell to the ground, he shot a Bean General in the head with a spear, and his whole body burst into bursts of internal energy, instantly tearing the Bean General's body apart.
After obtaining the Soul Refining Chapter of "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", not only has his skills increased by more than 30 years, but Pure Yang Wuji Gong has also broken through to the Soul Refining level, and his skills have become more refined.
Even without the need to disintegrate the Heavenly Demon, he could still kill the Bean General by using the tactic of squandering his internal energy.
However, the situation this time is different from last time.
Three hundred three-meter-tall bean generals formed a tall crowd and rushed forward. Only twenty or thirty bean generals around turned around and attacked Qiao Mu. The remaining two hundred or so bean generals had no intention of stopping.
"The first goal is not to kill me, but to destroy the city?" Qiao Mu gripped the spear tightly, and then the sound of wind sounded.
Without even turning his head, as if he had eyes on his back, he turned around and shot a general holding a huge hammer behind him through the body.
After entering the stage of soul refining, he was like a fish in water on the battlefield and could rely on his intuition and instinct to avoid the siege of these bean generals.
But that's not enough.
If Qiao Mu were a person, he could just slowly engage in guerrilla warfare and gradually eat away these bean generals.
But there is a city behind him. Although the decisive battle takes place outside the city, it is still a battle to defend the city.
These beans won't kill him anytime soon.
But at the same time, Qiao Mu was alone and he couldn't stop these three hundred bean generals.
"I can't stop them. Fighting head-on will only lead to death. My clairvoyance is also confused by the illusion array and it will take time. I have to hold on for a while... So..."
"The demon disintegrates!"
When indecisive, the devil will disintegrate!
As long as you activate the Demon Disintegration, everything will be fine!
Chapter 206 Please, my future self (4k
The dissipated white energy brought with it a thick, indissoluble blood light. Qiao Mu, holding a spear in his hand, charged through the group of generals, shuttling back and forth like a blood-colored meteor.
Blood was oozing out of the pores of his skin, but he felt strangely calm inside, as if he could sense the bean generals attacking him from all directions.
At this moment, he was like a big fish in the turbulent water.
You don't need to see with your eyes or hear with your ears, but use your intuition to perceive. You can feel the general behind you holding a halberd and chopping towards you, the sharp sound of the halberd cutting through the air, and the subtle feeling of the airflow rushing against your skin.
So Qiao Mu moved.
He was a fish in a turbulent current, and he instinctively swept the spear in his hand across like a fish's tail. The spear created blood-red ripples in the air like water waves, smashing the waist and abdomen of a general behind him, and a surging energy suddenly burst out.
After more than a hundred years of martial arts training and many bloody battles on the battlefield, he finally embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation and was like a fish in water on the battlefield.
Wherever he went, clothes and armor were flattened, and the three-meter-tall Bean General was shattered into pieces and collapsed with a loud bang.
However, although he was strong, blood was constantly flowing out of his body. This was the price of the disintegration of the Heavenly Demon.
His injuries were not caused by the enemy, but were self-inflicted.
The powerful energy was consumed at an alarming rate, and the damage to his internal meridians gradually deepened.
At this moment, he is the brightest star on the battlefield, but he is also a fleeting meteor, shining only for a moment!
Such a scene, seen by Captain Hai and others behind him, made them even more dazzled.
Qiao Ruisen is not Qiao Shuangsen.
Qiao Shuangsen was the person who brought lies to Lonely City. He was the first person to tell them that there were still anti-immortal troops in Jiuzhou and that this Lonely City had not been forgotten. So even though he was dead, he still had weight in the hearts of Hai Duwei and others.
After Qiao Shuangsen died in battle, he was buried by Hai Duwei and others in the forest of steles on the hillside below the city, sleeping with 100,000 soldiers, which represented a kind of recognition.
An old Kyushu soldier from outside Kyushu who died for them was of course also their comrade and their friend-in-arms.
But Chauretti was different.
He is Qiao Shuangsen's old husband. When he first entered the lonely city, he just inherited his son Qiao Shuangsen's unfinished business, served as the second vanguard of the army to attack the immortals, and continued to preach the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" in the city.
But after all, he was still a stranger, not Qiao Shuangsen, who had been with Captain Hai and others for a month.
So Captain Hai let him escape because he felt guilty towards "Qiao Shuangsen".
Qiao Shuangsen died, so his old father Qiao Ruisen could not continue to die here.
This was simple kindness towards Joachim Chaureusin, and kindness towards his comrades’ relatives, but it was not comradeship.
But when Captain Hai saw Qiao Ruisen fighting on the front line, he suddenly understood.
This scene is so similar to the previous one when Qiao Shuangsen charged into the enemy camp with a gun.
Just as fearless and fearless, just as he started to disintegrate the demons, just as he seemed to be afraid that others would rush into battle and die with him...
Such a scene, such a posture, how can one not think of Qiao Shuangsen who died on the battlefield before
"Both the Qiao family and their sons are heroes." Captain Hai held the sword in his hand, and a heroic spirit suddenly rose in his heart:
"The son died on the battlefield, but the white-haired father continued to fight. How admirable and lamentable!"
"Old brothers, how can we let the Qiao family father and son take the cake?"
Captain Hai raised his arm and shouted, and three hundred veteran soldiers drew their swords and rushed forward.
The sun sets over the desert, and the sword reflects the cold light.
Three hundred veteran soldiers rushed forward in silence, following closely behind Qiao Mu. Facing the three-meter-high wall of soldiers that did not look like ordinary people, they launched another charge, just like they had done in countless days and nights over the past forty years.
The storyteller on the city wall was looking down at the scene from afar, and a feeling of excitement rose unconsciously in his heart.
Emotions can be contagious and can be spread from one person to a group of people.
The world needs heroes.
A hero who sacrifices his own life is like a ray of light in the darkness, who can let the masses see light in their eyes.
The general led the troops, the emperor led the army in person, braved the arrows and stones, and the soldiers fought bravely to be the first.
As a foreign warrior, Joachim Chaureusin's desperate efforts to be the first was naturally a great motivation.
But the world needs more than just heroes.
Because heroes can also get hurt, bleed, and die.
How can a single hero fight against the mighty waves of the times
A general without soldiers leading the troops will be a dead end; an emperor without soldiers leading the troops in person will be a joke.
A single hero can only become a martyr and cannot control the wheel of the times.
Without successors, even the most fearless hero will ultimately be a fleeting firework, magnificent but of no benefit to the overall situation.
But the lone army in this city is different.
The 100,000 soldiers who followed the Martial Saint and Li Changge into the battle in the past could be said to be the bravest group of people in the land of Jiuzhou in the last era. They were placed with high hopes by the Great Yan court at that time and were the warriors who tried to save the world in the past.
Even though they died or were defeated in the battle, the remaining 300 white-haired veterans inherited the will to resist the aliens and have been fighting to this day.
So they would not sit idly by and watch Joachim die alone.
"I think it will be hard to find such a group of soldiers willing to sacrifice their lives in the outside world of Kyushu..." Qianliyan admired in his heart.
But despite his admiration, he was not optimistic.
The frontal battlefield cannot be defended.
The advantage of a martial artist who has cultivated his spirits lies in his strong body and mind. Even a martial artist of the first rank still has a body of flesh and blood, and his attack range is limited.
Once the internal energy leaves the body, it will quickly weaken. Most of the time, it can only be attached to fists, feet, or weapons, and the internal energy will burst out with the attack.
It is not impossible to release internal energy in mid-air, but even for a martial artist who has cultivated his spiritual power, the attack range of his internal energy is limited to about ten meters.
Qiao Mu has accumulated more than a hundred years of internal energy. At this moment, as the Heavenly Demon disintegrated, he burst out with the equivalent of five hundred years of internal energy in a short period of time. The amount of his internal energy is quite astonishing.
However, due to the limited attack methods of the warrior himself, no matter how powerful he is, his killing efficiency is limited.
It is impossible to create a sword light of dozens of meters with one sword. Such things basically only exist in the mouths of storytellers and are beyond the ability of a first-grade martial artist who has refined his spirit.
So the clairvoyant knew that Jorisun would die.
No matter how strong a single warrior is, he cannot influence the outcome of a battle on a larger scale with aliens. This is the understanding of the storyteller at Tingchao Tower.
The turning point of the war situation fell on the shoulders of a storyteller like him.
This was a strange story for Qianliyan... The storytellers in Tingchao Tower only listened to the tides but never played with them. This was the first time for Qianliyan to be so deeply involved in a war.
Qiao Mu didn't think as much as the clairvoyant.
Once on the battlefield, he focused on doing just one thing.
die!
Bring death to the enemy, and also bring a glorious death to yourself.
But when he heard the footsteps of the old soldiers behind him and heard Captain Hai's praise, he suddenly felt amused.
Just at this moment, the voice of the storyteller with clairvoyance came to my ears.
That was the clairvoyance pointing Qiao Mu in the direction of the alien hiding behind these three hundred bean generals.
Although it was a noisy battlefield, the sound transmission of the Clairvoyance was able to penetrate the distance of hundreds of meters and accurately reach his ears.
At this time, Qiao Mu's whole body was bleeding, his skin was shattered like a spider web, blood seeped out, and along with his body, it kept splashing onto the yellow sand under his feet.
His speed began to slow down, and the spear in his hand failed to avoid the enemy's weapon and was hit by Dou's giant hammer.
The terrifying force caused the spear to twist and deform instantly, and Qiao Mu's body trembled, his knuckles cracked, and more blood flowed out.