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Chapter 393 I Really Failed This Life

Liu Chenjiang's suppressed blood finally spurted out.

But the escaping compressed air wave finally made a tiny hole in the opposite bamboo hat.

A pair of indifferent eyes watched him quietly.

"You can't take it anymore."

Xia Guoyu, with a perfect accent, floated out lightly, and the mysterious man pressed the small Taidao back into the scabbard, and disappeared instantly.

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

Liu Chenjiang spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were violent.

"Colonel—"

"team leader--"

The expressions of the surrounding sergeants changed.

However, Liu Chenjiang didn't even care about wiping off the blood, but pulled out the flare gun attached to Kong Yan's waist, and squeezed his five fingers into pieces.

"What the fuck are you doing in a daze?"

A roar burst out of Liu Chenjiang's throat, he looked furiously at the soldiers under his command, and at Zhou Zhong and the other three who were astonished.

"Destroy all flare guns!"

"Didn't you see that, that neon bastard wants to do the same thing again!"

Maybe it was because of his uttering too intensely, a few traces of blood overflowed from the corner of Liu Chenjiang's mouth.

At this time, two fog warriors had charged again.

Liu Chenjiang rushed out dragging his wounded body and stopped the opponent.

The fighting continued.

Only this time, the Junshui tribe finally showed signs of decline.

Liu Chenjiang tried his best to pull the two misters out of the main force.

But these two fog fighters seemed to have noticed Liu Chenjiang, and instead they took these low-strength soldiers as Liu Chenjiang's weakness and kept attacking.

Zombies who were fighting only by instinct poured out tirelessly, rushing forward one after another.

God knows how many lost corpses are hidden in this sea area.

For a moment, Liu Chenjiang even had a terrible thought, is the fog consciously attracting human exploration?

No.2 The sergeant who died in battle appeared.

Followed by No.3, No.4...

Looking down at the earth from a high altitude, the Junshui base has been completely engulfed in an endless ocean of lost corpses.

And the encirclement was pressed again and again.

Now I want to talk about breaking through...

Completely foolish dream!

There was still the last flare gun in the crown prince's arms. He looked at the brothers who died in battle, waving the halberd tirelessly, feeling sad and indignant in his heart.

"Captain, there are too many dead, let's ask for help!" The Crown Prince Major finally couldn't help shouting after seeing another brother who had been together day and night with his neck cut off, "We need help!"

He's not afraid of war, he just doesn't want these brothers to die one by one.

"I have one signal left here—"

Snapped!

With a backhand knife, Liu Chenjiang shattered the flare gun he just took out.

"Colonel!"

The crown prince was stunned, watching in disbelief that the last hope turned into powder.

"If you ask, you will know what to ask!"

Liu Chenjiang stood with a knife, his feet sank into the ground, and he roared angrily.

"I didn't ask for help when I died here."

"Why, death is not enough for us, let others come over to die!"

Liu Chenjiang's eyes were also red.

No one understands the current battle situation better than the strongest.

With the restraint of two fog warriors, the elusive neon swordsman was hidden like a poisonous snake, and hundreds of [Misty Zombies] poured out in large swaths.

Their chances of surviving are infinitely close to 0.

Calling for help at this time means joining another team.

"College..."

"Colonel Liu, I, Zhou Zhong, am sorry for you!"

Colonel Zhou Zhong of the Yuanhua base stared at his red eyes, blood and tears were still wet in his eyes, and endless self-blame kept pounding his heart.

The torment even made him wish he could die now.

However, he still bears the hopes of many brothers who died in battle.

If you kill one, you won't make money, but if you kill two, you will get back your money.

It is this simple and plain thought that supports him.

He wants to avenge more brothers.

Even though he knew it was futile, Zhou Zhong raised his head and roared sadly: "I'm sorry for you——"

"I have never regretted it, you ask our brothers at the Junshui Base - do you regret it!"

Liu Chenjiang's eyes are full of unruliness.

Don't be afraid of the sky, don't be afraid of the earth, and people are not afraid of ghosts.

This is him, the head coach of Junshui Base——Liu Chenjiang!

"No regrets!"

The morale of the Junshui people is high.

Zhou Zhong closed his eyes, crying and laughing.

"To be able to die on the battlefield with all the brothers in the army today, I, Zhou Zhong, have been worthy of this life."

"Haha... go!" Liu Chenjiang laughed loudly.

After the merger of the two parts, there are a total of 43 people in the establishment, and gradually there are 37 people left...

36 people...

33 people...

29 people...

Liu Chenjiang, whose physical strength was almost endless, finally began to feel tired.

Because the trauma he suffered has accumulated to a certain extent.

"If I had your physique..."

"I cut through this island."

Staring at the two fog warriors, Liu Chenjiang's voice was intermittent, and gradually he stopped laughing and cursing, and he had to pay more attention to it.

Better protect these brothers behind you.

"Ho ho..."

In the ears, the scarred soldiers smiled feebly.

At this point, what is there to fear?

It's just a matter of time.

It's better to have fun while suffering.

"Captain Liu, I can't do it anymore."

The crown prince who left a flare gun earlier looked back at Liu Chenjiang, and smiled weakly.

His left arm is empty...

"Crown Prince!" Kong Yan and the others sensed that something was wrong, and wanted to reach out to intercept it, but they were in vain.

"Hey."

The Crown Prince staggered and accelerated, the engine behind him suddenly overloaded, rushing into the crowd of lost corpses like a meteor.

boom!

He also has a nuclear thunderbolt.

That was his honorable mention.

The major who once shouted for help left behind the brightest smiling face in his life before disappearing into this world.

【……goodbye. 】

The exhausted fighters still kept their eyes wide open, but the corners of their eyes were silently shedding tears.

"Son of a bitch!"

Like a mad lion king, Liu Chenjiang swung the prairie fire and slashed forward frantically.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

The same word was repeated unconsciously in his mouth.

Liu Chenjiang's brain was occupied by the purest fighting instinct.

The deepest part of the fighting instinct is the purest belief——

mission!

Perhaps it was this sense of mission that protected Liu Chenjiang's final sobriety of faith.

I don't know how many knives were slashed, whether there are still casualties behind me, or how many people died in battle.

Liu Chenjiang led the crowd with his body, hacking mechanically and numbly.

just this...

It is futile after all.

Liu Chenjiang raised his head, looking at the surging fog in front of him, and those two tireless and energetic fog warriors.

He really felt that he seemed to have come to the end of his life.

That is the instinctive intuition of warriors.

The King of War has always been the most sensitive to danger.

Especially when it comes to matters of life and death.

"I, Liu Chenjiang, will never admit defeat..."

"But stumbled before the brilliant victory that he wanted most."

"Hey……"

Liu Chenjiang turned his head and looked at those comrades.

"Brothers, it's time to return."

"All my life, I've been a fucking failure."

With a final sigh of emotion, Liu Chenjiang rushed out holding his saber.

Fighting and fighting, got nothing.

Inexplicably, at the highlight moment of his final charge, the scene of the conflict with the team leader Shang Nan in the school field flashed through his mind.

And that young face he hated.

But even though it's annoying.

"Kid, live well."

This is the wish that flashed from the bottom of Liu Chenjiang's heart at the last moment.

(End of this chapter)