Dark Age

Chapter 160 Ning is a Centurion

There was no laughter, and it was not a farewell to life or death. When a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, slanting across the sky above Qiantang City, dozens of fighter planes took off and slid towards the distant sky.

After the cold wind passed, the world was desolate, and the last few dead leaves were picked off from the dry branches in late autumn. The whole earth seemed to be alone, with only some ruins and rickety bodies, and only some abyssal plants struggling in the sand and dust.

"Salute!" Zhang You shouted, taking the lead in saluting. In any case, as a soldier, the other party has fulfilled its obligations and duties. This time, more than half of the people Chen Zifeng brought over were killed or injured.

Bang bang bang!
Several salutes were fired, and finally gunpowder smoke filled the air, floating far, far away.

Ye Mo's eyes flickered, he was wearing a military uniform today, his eyes were focused, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The face of Qianlongyue at the side was a bit gloomy, the folding fan around her waist was gone, she was empty, her hands were drooping, and her eyelids were flying.

"On our earth, a famous person said that the love of young people should be vigorous, as bright as summer flowers, dare to compare with the world, dare to compete with the sun and the moon." Ye Mo turned his head slightly, looking at Qianlongyue Said.

Qian Wuyue glanced back and said, "What's the name of this celebrity?"

"Ye Mo." Ye Mo said cheekily.

Qianlongyue rolled her eyes, and then said with a smile: "I never thought that you would even dare to tease my sister-in-law."

Ye Mo was a little surprised by Qian Yuyue's character, this girl has always been more dignified before, but he is not easy to mess with.

Ye Mo looked at Qian Yuyue up and down, until he saw Qian Yuyue's whole body hairy, then turned the corner of his mouth and said with a contemptuous smile: "Hey, at your age, I can tell you that I am obsessed with you. It's disrespectful to the elderly..."

"You!" Qian Yuyue stared, although the lifespan of a witch is long, but the fact is that she is really a few decades older than Ye Mo, and she can be a grandmother on earth.

It's a pity that when Ye Mo finished saying this, he had already activated Shadow Stealth and fled.

……

In the corner of the military area, the huge monument fell heavily on the ground like a lonely grave.

The ground here is clean, and someone will regularly clean it up every day. The names or nicknames of dead soldiers are engraved on it.

The monument has long been densely packed, with countless names, piled up in a mess, like corpses that fell on the battlefield.

The corpses lay horizontally, glaring and horrifying.

Ye Mo came over with a bottle of wine. Many soldiers died in the battle with the skeleton priest, but he couldn't remember their names, but Meng Luogang died in front of him.

But Ye Mo came a step late, Tang Chen had already arrived.

Tang Chen, in his twenties, was at the peak of his life, and as a powerful demon hunter, he should have been extremely energetic, but at this moment, like an old man, he was depressed, which was a kind of temperament. The exhausted breath, without resistance at all, emanated from the inside out.

There is a long spear beside him, it is the spear of the army soul. Ye Mo has observed that the spear knights in the army like to use this spear very much, maybe because of the name "army soul".

A soldier has a soul, the body dies but the soul never dies.

The long spear was still stained with blood, showing a sense of desolation.

When Tang Chen saw Ye Mo coming, he just nodded his head to say hello, and then took the sharp stone again, and carved the names of the soldiers one by one.

Ye Mo sat on the stone steps, the ground was slightly cold, and when he sat on it, the ice layer that had just formed on it cracked and made a slight noise.

Very far away, straight to the soul, as if the dead are telling you.

"Old Meng..." Ye Mo found Meng Luogang's name at a glance. The handwriting is vigorous, stroke by stroke, extremely correct. It is not running script or cursive script, but very regular regular script, just like a soldier's style. There is hardness in softness.

"Yan Zhenqing's facial features, I didn't expect you to be a delicate person." Ye Mo said with a smile, Tang Chen's appearance is completely different from his handwriting, but what is shown in his handwriting is his true character.

Ye Mo discovered that most of the names here were written by Tang Chen.

"I didn't expect you to recognize me. I thought you were an ignorant guy." After Tang Chen wrote the last name, he turned over and leaned against the monument. Yes, it looks very creepy.

"You remember their names?" Ye Mo asked.

"Every soldier I fought with, every soldier I trained with, every soldier I trained, I remember their name, appearance, and hobbies." Tang Chen said seriously.

He looked into the distance, snatched a pot of wine from Ye Mo's hand, and poured it into his mouth.

Most of the wine was spilled on the floor.

Ye Mo felt ashamed, because until now, he still couldn't remember the names of all the people in the Demon Subduing Legion.

"This is the wine I brought to Lao Meng!" Ye Mo snatched it back, but found that there was no more wine left in it. He felt distressed because this was the last bottle of wine that Wang Xiaochun kept privately.

Tang Chen let out a mouthful of alcohol, and his voice was hoarse: "Old Meng has a bad liver and doesn't drink alcohol. He usually only drinks West Lake Longjing. You can bring him some, of course, if you can still find it now."

"How long has it been since you took a shower?"

Tang Chen's face was stubbled and his eyes were tired. There were bloodstains all over his face, clothes, spear, and hands.

"After the battle with the skeleton priest, I haven't washed it."

Ye Mo suddenly remembered that skeletons have no blood.

"It's the blood of comrades-in-arms. They were seriously injured on the battlefield. There were too few doctors, and they couldn't be rescued at all, and many of them had already died."

Ye Mo was silent, one can imagine how much pain Tang Chen felt in his heart.

When those soldiers begged him for help, he could only end their lives with his own hands.

It is not the enemy's blood that stains the hands, but the blood of one's own comrades-in-arms.

Therefore, he didn't want to wash it away, for mourning, for remembrance, for redemption...

Suddenly, a leisurely singing voice floated out from the radio.

"You came from the north and landed by the West Lake..."

"You came from Chang'an and landed by the Qiantang River..."

"..."

"We have black pupils, looking for light..."

"We share the same blood, united as one..."

Qiao Xiaoxue's singing voice is vast and far away, but it reaches directly to the heart.

"When men charge forward...when women take up arms, when old men straighten their backs...when children cry out for life..."

"What else can knock us down..."

"It's better to be a centurion than a scholar..."

Ye Mo sighed, in turbulent times and dark times, scholars are useless, fighting on the battlefield is always more important than verbal criticism.

It's just a song, and everyone is still reminiscing about it, either crying, sighing, or feeling sad.

Tang Chen patted the dust off his body and stood up.

"Attention General Zhang."

After all, he raised his gun and left.

Ye Mo was slightly taken aback, a little surprised, but Zhang You's matter had always been on his mind.

"where are you going?"

"There is still blood on the gun." His back was tall and strong.

Ye Mo understood that Tang Chen wanted to use the devil's blood to pay homage to his dead comrades.

……

"Your current spell control is already very good. You are allowed to learn one more spell, but don't increase the level for now." Qian Yuyue said softly.

"Okay, Sister Yue." Lin Ling squinted her eyes with a smile, she enjoyed being praised, especially by brother Ye Mo.

Qianlongyue was about to teach Lin Ling a new spell when suddenly, her body stopped.

"The breath of divine thought..."

"This is Warwalker..."

"They want to use prophecy with a trace of divine sense?"

Qian Yunyue reacted quickly, regardless of Lin Ling's presence, the clover glowed, and the invisible breath spread out.

"confusion!"

"The Shroud..."

It seems that there is a mysterious force covering the entire Qiantang City.

But including Ye Mo, no one knows.

"The abyss and the heavens are enemies after all. As the queen's descendant, I cannot let the gods of the heavens find a suitable successor first."

But after a while, she showed a complicated face, as if thinking of someone, and sighed deeply, some things had to be done as a last resort.

"The mana has been fully recovered, and it's time to go back, otherwise mother will be in a hurry."

(End of this chapter)