"Welcome General Staff!"
The sunset is full of blood, and the setting sun is still shining.
Facing General Huang Sheng's military salute, Qin Jue returned the military salute. He knew that Huang Sheng was a general who truly served the country and the people.
In the previous life, the warlords were in chaos, and there were belligerent separatist territories everywhere, but General Huang Sheng was a different kind.
He did not participate in the separatist regime. Instead, he called on the entire Jiangcheng to establish strongholds leading to the outside world, hoping to re-establish contact with the national army.
Unfortunately, an extremely terrifying Yin God came to Jiangcheng, causing all of General Huang Sheng's plans to come to nothing.
In that battle between the army and Yin Shen, General Huang Sheng's army fought to the last man, and he took all the artillery shells and drove his truck into Yin Shen.
In the end, the splendid fireworks filled the sky, just like the unwilling tears of the old general, pouring down on the river city that was eventually reduced to ruins in his previous life.
"General Staff, look!"
General Huang Sheng opened his military uniform and smiled like a child. He saw a fresh tattoo of a fierce general on his chest. That was Guan Yu.
"After learning about your plan, I immediately asked someone to tattoo Guan Yu on me, using my own blood!"
"With my own blood tattooed on my body, I feel that it has a different flavor. It has the charm of a tough warrior, which is different from those little gangsters on the street."
Looking at General Huang Sheng's smile, Qin Jue's face was calm, but there was a slight sparkle in the depths of his eyes.
Maybe this is the charm of rebirth.
People who once only heard about it can now have face-to-face conversations.
"Escort the General Staff into the city!"
General Huang Sheng gave the order.
The fifth infantry brigade and the Dragon King Palace Soldiers merged into one, and the already massive lineup was even more dazzling at this moment.
From the entrance of the national highway to the streets of Jiangcheng, everywhere they went attracted the attention of countless survivors.
Qin Jue, sitting next to General Huang Sheng, looked sideways out of the window and found that the situation in Jiangcheng was somewhat different.
When leaving Kyoto.
Jiangcheng is still lifeless.
There were screams and corpses everywhere.
There weren't many people on the street at all.
Most of the survivors hid in corners.
Let the weird beasts kill humans wantonly.
But now in Jiangcheng, at least the sun is shining in.
Every few steps, you can see a group of heavily armed soldiers patrolling.
Screams and wails could be heard from time to time on the streets, but just a few minutes later, soldiers arrived from all directions, and the wails were replaced by intensive shouts of killing.
There are already many survivors on the streets.
"It's all because of your plan." General Huang Sheng sighed with emotion on his face: "You said that the divine pattern is the only way to survive. Although the people of Jiangcheng don't know what the divine pattern is, our army has started to attack all the streets. Propaganda, a large number of soldiers who are good at painting are already helping people get tattoos for free."
"It's only been a few hours since you returned to Jiangcheng from Kyoto."
"More than 100,000 people have submitted application forms to the Fifth Infantry Brigade. In order to accommodate them, the army has urgently expanded gymnasiums, aquariums, etc."
"In addition, there are more than a thousand people who have received the simplest life-saving symbols, such as turtle shells, bear skins, snake scales, etc."
"It can be said that the panic in Jiangcheng is gradually fading."
General Huang Sheng looked out the window with blank eyes.
"This ancient city will eventually get rid of the disaster."
Hearing this, Qin Jue just smiled lightly.
The strange resurgence is not so easy to deal with.
He looked up to the sky.
Thick dark clouds lay heavy on the earth.
Among the dark clouds, that huge, terrifying, twisted and evil thing was still hanging quietly in the sky. Its huge bloody terrifying figure covered the sky and blocked the sun, making Qin Jue unable to see the sun at all.
And this is the reality that others cannot see.
"Excuse me! Is the person in the car the General Staff Officer!!"
Suddenly, a ragged man burst out from the front, kneeling on the ground and shouting at the heavily armored tank.
The rumbling engine suddenly stopped and smoke filled the air. All the nearby survivors' eyes lit up and they swarmed around the heavy tank.
Bang bang bang! ! !
All the Dragon King Palace soldiers drew their swords.
Xiaolong, who was wearing a black combat uniform, frowned and walked out, with a deep and angry voice: "Anyone who dares to plot evil will be killed without mercy!"
The murderous intention suddenly surged!
"No, no, no! I'm not trying to do anything evil!" The ragged man shouted in a panic: "I just want to thank the General Staff!"
Xiaolong's brows relaxed slightly, but his eyes were still scrutinizing.
He was ordered by the Dragon King and the three great masters to guard Qin Jue's side. Whenever there was any trouble, he would draw his sword and fight against him!
There is no room for relaxation in this responsibility!
"I really just want to thank the General Staff!"
The man suddenly took out a piece of dirty white cloth.
On the white cloth, there are countless names written in blood.
"We know! The General Staff Officer is the eldest son of our old Qin family in Jiangcheng! He shows us the way out. The old Qin family will always be the righteous old Qin family like a dragon!"
The man held up the white cloth tremblingly.
"This is a letter of gratitude from all the surviving families on our street, dedicated to the General Staff!"
"Thank you to the General Staff and the old Qin family!"
On the white cloth, several large characters were bright red and eye-catching. They were written with a lot of blood:
[God bless Jiangcheng, all people thank Qin]
"Please, let us see the General Staff in person!"
The man in rags shouted with tears in his eyes.
The densely packed survivors all around seemed to have been struck by lightning, trembling and falling to their knees, shouting with him: "Let us see the General Staff with our own eyes!"
Xiaolong trembled in his heart.
He felt goosebumps running from his heels to the back of his head. This was something he had never felt before.
It's respect, it's love, it's support, it's people's heartfelt gratitude, touching and support for Qin Jue. Witnessing this scene, Xiaolong, who has experienced hundreds of battles and has a heart of iron blood, was excited by it.
"Written in blood? Why not use pen and ink?"
But just in case, Xiaolong still questioned him carefully.
"The house collapsed, everything is strange, and there is no pen and ink. What's more, compared to writing with blood, how can a mere pen and ink express our enthusiasm!"
"That......"
Xiaolong still wanted to question him, but Qin Jue had already walked out.
"No need to ask any more, just bring me the white cloth."
Qin Jue stood in the bloody sunset and said indifferently.
Although his expression and tone were still as indifferent as a superior human god.
But in people's eyes, they could touch the warmth and admiration they saw with their own eyes. With tears in their eyes, they stepped forward tremblingly and handed the blood-soaked Book of the People to Qin Jue.
Holding this white cloth, Qin Jue felt like he was holding a high mountain.
He looked around at the sunset and took a deep breath.
"You all, don't be afraid."
Qin Jue calmed down and turned around and said: "In this terminally ill world, pick up your swords, wear your divine symbols, and abandon unnecessary panic, timidity, and cowardice!"
"Those weirdos dare to kill us, shouldn't we dare to kill them?"
Qin Jue put away the white cloth, his eyes suddenly erupted with terrifying murderous intent, two streams of black smoke poured out from his chest, one turned into a black and majestic bull-headed Yin God armor, and the other turned into an ancient and sturdy black-gold war horse!
Qin Jue pulled out the dragon-scale Tang Sword that was burning with fire, pointed it high at the sunset, and in his unique way, made a killing sound like the dawn to countless confused and desperate people.
"If they dare to kill you, then show your butcher knife!"
"Only by fighting endlessly can we survive!"
"Your divine mark and butcher knife are never weak."
"Be brave!"
One sentence to be brave.
The eyes of the survivors on the whole street were brightened.
