The Thunder Legion marches.
The Peaky Blinders defended.
This was a plan that had been set from the beginning. This time the war came out of the blue and the time was tight. Neither side was fully prepared. Once there was a real exchange of fire, all that mattered was fighting spirit.
The scorching sunshine covered the barren mountains in the western border of Nanyun. Under the scorching sun, soldiers from the Bloody Legion busily shuttled one after another. Military trucks at the foot of the mountain stopped and stopped, and more and more heavy firepower weapons approached. In the barren mountain, there is a solemn and solemn atmosphere throughout the mountain.
Lieutenant General Cheng Huining, commander of the Black Dragon Legion, stood quietly on the top of the mountain, looking at the busy scene below with a solemn expression.
This general who has been guarding the northeastern border of Zhongzhou all year round does not look like a soldier at all. He is thin, elegant in appearance, and looks gentle. If he takes off the majestic military uniform, he looks more like He is a profound and gentle professor and scholar, or a Confucian general.
The sound of drums was like thunder in the air, and thirteen war drums of home and country sounded at the same time, covering the entire Nanyun border. The sound of the drums was rough and heroic, with a power that could shake the soul.
As Cheng Huining listened to the increasingly fierce drum beats, instead of feeling excited, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, looking eager and anxious.
"It needs to be faster."
The movements of the soldiers at the foot of the mountain were tense but orderly. Cheng Huining wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered to himself.
"Huining, the commander is already exchanging fire."
Amidst the sound of war drums that shook the sky, a middle-aged man wearing a major general uniform quickly passed through the busy crowd and rushed directly to the top of the mountain.
"Not surprisingly."
Cheng Huining shook his head solemnly, pointed to the direction from which the drum sound came, and said, "You will know just by listening to the drum sound. How much time do we need to reach the end?"
The corner of the Major General's mouth moved, and his face looked a little bleak and decadent. This was originally a very handsome man, but his face at this time was indescribably ugly.
"About three hours."
He gritted his teeth and whispered: "It will take at least two and a half hours before we can build a perfect defense line."
"Two and a half hours..."
Cheng Huining shook his head with a wry smile and said calmly: "There is definitely not enough time."
"I know!"
Bai Zhijing growled, his handsome face a bit ferocious: "But I know my troops, this time is already the fastest, there is no better way."
Bai Zhijing, one of the core figures of the Bai family of the Central Continent’s wealthy group, is the commander of the Second Division of the Bloody Legion. The second division is a mountain warfare division. Although its overall strength is not the top among the Bloody Legion, their equipment configuration is usually The training he received here is the most suitable for mountain warfare. This place is extremely close to the border. In front is a wasteland of Annan Kingdom, and behind is a virgin forest. The rolling mountains in the middle are the most suitable for Bai Zhijing and him. After preliminary inspection of the terrain on the battlefield where the Second Division played, Dongcheng Wudi directly ordered Bai Zhijing to lead the Second Division to form the first line of defense in the Western Region.
However, compared to the five major dark forces, Central Continent's preparations are still too insufficient. It takes time to inspect the terrain, implement the combat plan, arrange the troops, mobilize the troops, and set up defense lines.
Although the efficiency of the Border Guard Corps is astonishing, more than 100,000 troops are involved, and once one thing is done, it finally reaches this moment.
Now most of the things have been done, and only the last step is left. Batch after batch of heavy firepower weapons are being transferred from the headquarters of the Bloody Legion, installed and set up, and eventually an extremely powerful firepower line will be formed on the border. These tasks Once this is done, it will be much easier to just hold on and the pressure on the entire border will be reduced.
Unfortunately, they don't have time now.
The 10,000 elite men led by Dongcheng Wudi were in front of them on the right. If the two sides did not count the left and right, but only the vertical distance, they were about five kilometers away. At this time, the sound of the war drums of the country and the country was loud, which completely showed that Dongcheng Wudi had begun to fight against Wuhan University. The people of the dark forces exchanged fire.
This also shows that in their direction, the enemy is also on the way to charge, and the distance from here is only five kilometers at most.
After all, they can't charge in batches. If time is tight, the opponent will definitely press them all at once.
The Second Division needed another two and a half hours to form a perfect line of defense.
However, the enemy's five-kilometer rapid march, no matter how large the number of people, would not be possible for such a long time. An hour at most would be enough.
The remaining hour and a half is the most difficult test for Cheng Huining and Bai Zhijing.
They only have two options.
The first is to trade the lives of the soldiers of the Second Division for time and allocate some people to set up the fire line. However, in this way, most of the troops of the Second Division will be mobilized and a small number of people will set up the fire line. It will cost a lot of money. It is bound to take longer, and no one is sure whether it will succeed in the end.
The second option is to retreat now and abandon this mountainous area.
How to choose
Cheng Huining was sweating more and more on his forehead, but his eyes were still as calm as before. His eyes slowly swept over the mountains and he remained silent.
This mountain range can be said to be the most favorable terrain in the Western Territory. It is nearly six kilometers long, but there are mountain peaks on both sides. The mountain is not high, but the slope is very steep. It can be said that it is naturally dangerous. Only the hillside where he is now has a slight slope. Wait, if the enemy wants to enter Zhongzhou, this can be said to be the only way to go. However, the width of this hillside is only about three hundred meters, and there are steep mountain walls on both sides. Guarding here can be said to be a barrier for one man and no one can break it. .
Such an important terrain can be said to be a battleground for military strategists. From the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China to the past few decades, Zhongzhou and Annan have been in constant conflict over this place. Countless disputes have broken out, large and small. Regarding the southern part of Zhongzhou, As far as the Yunxi realm is concerned, this is a natural gateway. Even if you die, you must defend this place.
"Can't withdraw!"
Cheng Huining suddenly spoke, his voice was very soft, but his calm eyes shone with determination.
Bai Zhijing suddenly raised his head and glared at Cheng Huining, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"As long as we hold on here, we can buy time for several lines of defense in the rear. If the other party wants to invade from the west, they can only go here, unless they are willing to go around dozens of kilometers to step on the minefield that has existed for many years. District. At the end of the day, we are not ready, and the defense line behind is also not ready. No matter what, we cannot withdraw!"
Cheng Huining's tone became calmer.
"But if we retreat and they pursue, it will also take time."
Bai Zhijing clenched his fists tightly and growled with a distorted face.
"Confused!"
Cheng Huining's face darkened and he said coldly: "It is easy to defend but difficult to attack here. If we really abandon this place, once the enemy enters and disperses, there will be endless troubles! And if we retreat without a fight, this place will be directly given to the opponent. Once the other party occupies this place, how can it be easily handed over? By then, the western border of Nanyun, Zhongzhou, may be bounded by this place. Even if we want to fight, don't you understand how much it costs to pay for this kind of terrain? You are now I feel sorry for your troops, and I will join them sooner or later!"
Bai Zhijing closed his eyes in pain, the corners of his mouth twitched, and was speechless. Why didn't he understand the truth? He is also unwilling to retreat. Since the establishment of the Border Guard Corps, there have been no deserters in the small and large battles. But in this situation, if you want to hold on, without the fire line being set up, it is completely impossible. Use his troops to fight. After this battle, how many people in the Second Division will die? Just thinking about it made Bai Zhijing's heart twitch.
"You know what to do."
Cheng Huining took a deep look at Bai Zhijing and patted his shoulder heavily with his big hand: "If we withdraw here, our rear will be exposed. Although our place is not as good as the main battlefield over there, it is still the same." Important. The opponent's target is the entire Bloody Legion. If they are allowed to break through from here, there will be an endless stream of enemy troops, and then the Bloody Legion will be in danger."
"If the Bloody Legion is really wiped out or suffers heavy losses, even if we win on the East Island, our gains will be limited. After all, the Bloody Legion has nearly 160,000 people. If it is just gone, how can Zhongzhou mend this hole? What should we use to make up for it? Should we rely on those pampered 'elites' in the interior?"
"And don't forget, even if we win the decisive battle on Chang Island, we still need to send people to guard it. If the Bloody Legion is destroyed, the Snow Dance Legion that should be guarding on Long Island will most likely be used to fill the Bloody Legion. Vacancy, at the end of the day, what do we get?”
"There is also Huating. When the fighting breaks out here, Huating is also in a critical situation. We are prepared, but the other side will not be idle. Otherwise, from the beginning of the decisive battle on Changdao, we will regard it as the strength of the whole country. Conspiracy? In the general trend, everyone must try their best. The international battlefield is filled with smoke. No matter how big an advantage we have, if we make one mistake, we will lose everything. If we make one mistake today, we may be the sinners of Central Continent in the future. , don’t you understand this truth?!”
Cheng Huining's tone became more and more severe, and his whole body burst out with an unparalleled power.
Bai Zhijing's body was shaking uncontrollably. He clenched his fists and said in a hoarse voice: "I understand. You don't have to say anything. The second division will go up. I will stand at the front and fight to the death! "
"I will work with you to buy time for the Bloody Legion and the Western Territory of Nanyun."
Cheng Huining looked forward with a gentle and elegant smile. A vast blackness gradually appeared on the Annan Plain at the end of his sight. Dust was rising and the earth was shaking.
"I'll do it."
An old and gentle voice suddenly sounded in the mountains.
The voice was not high, gentle and quiet, but it sounded clearly in everyone's ears, calm and confident.
Cheng Huining and Bai Zhijing, who were staring ahead with solemn expressions, suddenly turned back.
In sight are the vast mountains and forests, transport vehicles that are constantly coming and going, and soldiers who are busy shuttling back and forth.
But deep in the mountains and forests, there is a powerful force that can make all living beings tremble!
Exciting and surging, unparalleled in the world!
An old Central Continent Star Flag appeared in everyone's sight. The flagpole, which was more than ten meters long, was held in someone's hand. The cold wind blew through the mountains and forests, but the huge flag at the end of the flagpole was as frozen as a knife, motionless.
The old man holding the star flag suddenly appeared. He walked out of the forest unhurriedly, but each step covered a distance of tens of meters and quickly approached the mountain range.
That kind of shuddering momentum keeps rising, majestic in the valley of the western border, and the fighting spirit goes straight to the sky!
The scarlet flag is frozen like a knife.
Shabby clothes.
An old face.
The fighting spirit soaring into the sky.
At this moment, one person and one flag seemed to crowd the whole world.
Upright.
"stop!"
The patrol soldiers on the outermost perimeter finally reacted and subconsciously picked up the firearms in their hands and pointed them at the old man.
During the current war, an unidentified but ridiculously strong old man came to the battlefield alone holding a star flag. No matter how strange this happened, the patrolling soldiers would never identify him as one of their own just because of the flag in his hand.
"Who are you?!"
Among the patrolling soldiers, a lieutenant held the gun tightly in his hand and looked at the old man in front of him calmly.
"me"
The old man held the flagpole and stood in front of the patrol, his eyes seemed to be in a trance.
"I am a veteran of Middle-earth."
He stared deeply at the mountains in front of him and said softly: "My name is Li Honghe. Nineteen years ago, my son died in the mountains in front of him."
It's a sacrifice.
When he mentioned these two words, the old man's tone was particularly clear and stubborn.
"Li Honghe?"
The lieutenant was stunned, holding the gun, and subconsciously murmured to himself: "It seems familiar..."
Li Honghe smiled, grasped the flagpole in his hand, and said in a calm tone: "More than 20 years ago, the Border Guard Corps was established at my suggestion."
He ignored the group of sluggish soldiers, took a step forward, and his figure appeared directly at the foot of the mountain.
He finally slowed down, but his momentum became even higher.
Cheng Hui Ning stared at the old man in front of him, his body shaking uncontrollably.
He never thought that in today's scene, he would actually see His Highness living in seclusion on the border of Nanyun.
Entered the Invincible Realm at the age of thirty-eight, killed six invincible masters in his life, ranked first on the God List for ten years, fought hundreds of battles in his life, and never suffered a single defeat!
Guarding Central Continent, controlling North America, traveling across the African continent, looking down upon the heroes of South America, and suppressing an era.
That was the first half of his life that was extremely glorious, shining brightly and invincible in the world.
He is Li Honghe.
He was the former war god of Central Continent.
He is now a veteran of Central Continent.
It is the belief of everyone in an era.
Cheng Huining's eyes were in a trance, as if he had returned to more than twenty years ago, to the time when he had just joined the Border Guards Corps.
At that time, he was standing next to another His Highness, and was personally awarded the rank of Lieutenant Colonel by the His Highness in front of him. At that time, the face in front of him was not old yet, and every move he made was full of domineering and vigorous spirit. .
At that time, he personally carried the rank on his shoulders and said with a smile: "You guys are good, do a good job and protect your home and country."
That was Li's most glorious era.
That was an era when the Beihai Wang family and the Li family joined forces, which was enough to make the entire dark world crawl under their feet.
When that era passed, when Li's light dissipated, time made a roaring sound silently and passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty years have passed.
The former Central Continent God of War was no longer there, and what appeared in front of him now was a gray-haired Central Continent veteran.
Injustice, helplessness, desolation, falling from the peak to the dust, from the god of war to a veteran, this old man who dedicated everything to Central-Continent, no matter what he experienced, from beginning to end, he remained silent without any regrets.
But the former God of War is no longer there.
Only one veteran holding a national flag remained.
In his sight, Li Honghe was still walking slowly, from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
But Cheng Huining burst into tears for some reason.
For that flag that has been worn out by twenty years of wind and frost.
For the veterans in front of me.
At this moment, Cheng Huining was no longer the commander of the Black Dragon Legion, nor the lieutenant general of Central Continent. In front of this veteran who risked everything for Central Continent, he was just a veteran.
A veteran who was one of the first to join the Frontier Corps and has always existed and fought.
The mountain breeze blows, and the top of the mountain is silent.
An excited, crying voice sounded hoarse on the top of the mountain, as if all his strength had been exhausted.
"Cheng Huining, a veteran of the Frontier Corps, has met His Highness!"
"Bai Zhijing, a veteran of the Frontier Corps, has met His Highness!"
"Liu Chuanhai, a veteran of the Frontier Corps, has met His Highness!"
"Fu Guoqiang, a veteran of the Frontier Corps, has met His Highness!"
Up and down the mountain, figures one after another knelt down on one knee on the road where Li Honghe walked, trying their best and roaring hoarsely.
It was a roar of extreme fanaticism, almost like faith.
This is the oldest group of people in the Second Division. No one has a military rank lower than that of lieutenant colonel, and everyone has a military rank higher than the current Li Honghe. But now, they are just veterans.
The flagpole in Li Honghe's hand fluctuated slightly, then froze again.
"Everyone get up."
Li Honghe slowly walked up to the top of the mountain, with a gentle tone and said softly: "You guys are good."
Everyone's faces turned red with excitement, and they roared with all their strength: "I am willing to kill the enemy with Your Highness!"
"No need."
Li Honghe did not look back. He passed Cheng Huining and Bai Zhijing, stood at the forefront of the mountain, and said softly: "You hurry up and build a defense line. I will block them, but my time is limited, so you must hurry up."
"Your Highness..."
Cheng Huining's voice trembled slightly, and Bai Zhijing's expression suddenly changed.
"You guys go and help too."
Li Honghe chuckled lightly and said without question: "Hurry up, I don't have much time."
Cheng Huining wanted to say something more, but Bai Zhijing on the side had already tugged on his sleeve and shook his head slightly.
Li Honghe did not look back and walked slowly down the hillside alone.
Dust rose on the wasteland ahead, and a large black crowd charged at full speed, like a black tide, rushing forward mightily.
The enemy had no flags and did not wear military uniforms. Li Honghe could not tell who the enemy was and was too lazy to identify them.
No dark force can mobilize so many people on the border of Central Continent. Most of them, no matter what their current identities are, are just a cover. Their true identity is only one.
Li Honghe smiled and thrust the flagpole in his hand into the ground.
The scarlet flag more than ten meters long suddenly flew in the wind!
At this moment, everything in the mountains behind Li Honghe and the Second Division seemed to have completely disappeared. In everyone's sight, there was only one person and one flag that could almost hold up the sky!
The wind blew sharply.
Li Honghe stood quietly under the banner. Behind him was the entrance of the mountain range less than 300 meters away. He stood in the middle, his seemingly weak body seemed to be blocking the entire Central Continent.
The black tide ahead is getting closer and closer.
Li Honghe's expression became gentler.
He was born in the best of times. From childhood to old age, in this life, he carried not only the glory of the Li family, but also the pride of the Li family.
The war god of Central Continent, fight for the country!
Li's obsession is concentrated on him, and perhaps it will disappear from him.
Kuangtu Li is a hero of his generation. He may be willing to sacrifice everything for the Li family, but his character is destined not to become a soldier who will do whatever it takes to defend his family and country.
He has ambitions and desires.
When the Border Guard Corps was established, Li Honghe hoped that he could find his mission and responsibility in this pure iron-blooded atmosphere. But in the end, he did not really treason, but he died.
Li Tianlan's future is still unclear, and his childhood experience has also destined that he will not be as loyal and almost stubborn as Li Honghe to guard the country.
Among three generations, it seems that only Li Honghe is the purest in the end.
Whether he is the God of War or a veteran, what he does is to protect his family and country.
Have a clear conscience.
"Impartial, never seen or bothered... I have been indecisive all my life. If I can die here in battle, it will be considered my destination."
Amidst the sound of the wind, Li Honghe whispered to himself, his wise eyes full of freedom and ease.
The black tide ahead was rushing in wildly, like an overwhelming mountain, unstoppable.
Li Honghe's already somewhat stooped body suddenly straightened up and reached out to grasp the flying flag.
Sweep!
The flag passed through the biting wind, like thunder exploding in the wilderness.
Heaven and earth trembled.
A sword energy nearly a hundred feet long soared into the sky in an instant. The infinite sword light rushed into the black tide composed of people in front with an incomparable heroic momentum. The sky collapsed under the sword light and was about to fall, and the huge sword light tore apart. In the sky, a large rain of blood erupted unbridled and violently.
The endless black tide stepped on the corpses of his companions and charged forward, and the sound of killing was loud.
Li Honghe waved the star flag in his hand crazily, and one after another a hundred-foot-long sword light rushed into the crowd, exploding into the sky with blood.
The wasteland is stained with blood.
The flag is stained with blood.
The sword light surged like a waterfall.
Flags fly like dragons.
Fight to the death and never retreat!
At the place where the Li family's glory fell nineteen years ago, Li Honghe held a big flag, carrying the last afterglow of the Li family, burning almost in despair amidst the spray of blood and the sword light that filled the sky.