Three days later, Beiqiao Town.
The open space was full of people.
There were about seven to eight hundred people, wearing two colors of combat uniforms. Two-thirds of them have white letters on a black background, and the words "雷光团" painted on the back. The remaining one-third are white letters on a blue background, with the words "Master Group" painted on the back.
It is early summer in May, and at noon, the sun is shining brightly, but everyone is standing upright, staring at the half-collapsed building in front of them.
"Battle flag handover!"
The stout man shouted, and the three trumpeters raised their horns at the same time, blowing a low and melodious sound.
A tall and thin man held the flagpole in both hands, strode forward, and handed the flying battle flag with the three characters "Lei Guang Tuan" to the young man who looked like an officer next to him.
Chen Xing took over the battle flag of the Thunder Light Regiment from Rat, which represented the official taking over as the leader of the Thunder Light Regiment.
He took a step forward, planted the battle flag on the ground, looked around the audience, and slowly said:
"My life creed has always been simple..."
“That’s working hard to make money and live a good life.”
"But……"
"There are always some people in this world who like to have trouble with others."
"They hold themselves strong, treat others as nothing, and trample on others' lives and dignity at will!"
"Thus, there are dreams in this world."
“It’s hard for me to explain what the dream is.”
"But I know that without dreams, Shen Guangming would not have died in a foreign land, and there would be no Chunyan in the world. We would still be struggling in that scorched land!"
"If we didn't have dreams, Tienuo wouldn't have lured the enemy away for us, and we would have ended up with no bones left!"
Following Chen Xing's impassioned speech, a feeling of sadness and indignation spread among the soldiers.
He unscrewed the buttons and pulled off his shirt, revealing the burnt abyss marks on his shoulders.
"This beast not only kills our brothers, he also wants to kill us all!"
"I'm just going to ask you one thing..." His eyes were red and his lungs were breaking, "Can you bear it?"
"cannot!"
The uniform roar penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks, shaking the heaven and the earth.
Chen Xing stared at the whole audience, his eyes scanning everyone's face. After a moment of silence, he waved his hand towards the distance.
A group of soldiers carrying aluminum suitcases trotted into the field, stopped in front of the crowd, turned around at attention, and then, at Chen Xing's signal, lined up the boxes.
"Crack!"
The lid of the box popped open at the same time, revealing rows of potions, red, yellow, blue, green, and purple, and the crystal liquid shimmered in the afternoon sun.
"Here are eight hundred hero potions."
Before he finished speaking, there was a gasp of air in the room, followed by whispers.
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There was a commotion.
"No way, he wants us to be injected?" "He will die..." "Isn't the leader crazy?"
Chen Xing's intention is very obvious, which is to inject everyone with hero potion. Rather than sit here and wait for death, it's better to give it a try.
But everyone knows that the mortality rate of this thing is more than 85%, and the death process is very painful, with blood vessels, skin and flesh bursting inch by inch, like being cut into pieces with a thousand knives, and dying from torture.
Chen Xing silently stared at the soldiers below, waited until their discussion came to an end, and then slowly said, "I will not force anyone to use it."
"only……"
"We have one foot in the coffin."
"The brand of the abyss will last until death."
"As long as we live, it creates a day of pain, a day of fear."
"If death is a matter of time..."
"Then, are you willing to exchange the remaining time for a chance?"
"In exchange for a chance to stand here and charge at that beast."
"Tell it that we are brothers of Tie Nuo. We are equally upright and would rather die than surrender!"
Everyone clenched their fists and their eyes were red, but they remained silent. No one dared to stand up.
Using the hero potion requires the courage to face life and death, and requires unparalleled pride.
Only with the determination to die can there be a glimmer of hope.
Not everyone has the consciousness to become a hero. It is human nature to be afraid of death. Even if an ant lives an idly life, who wouldn't want to live for one more minute or one second?
In the silent silence, a figure emerged from the crowd.
The body is tall and fat, like a hill.
big cat!
Chen Xing's eyes widened. The big cat glanced at him.
In an instant, Chen Xing understood the meaning in the other person's eyes.
Brothers, if I don’t support you now, why wait?
The big cat walked to the box in a few steps, grabbed the hero potion inside, tore open the aluminum foil, pulled out the needle cap, without any hesitation, inserted it into the blood vessel, and poured all the medicine in.
Chen Xing closed his eyes. Big Cat is such a person, usually silent, but never ambiguous at critical moments.
Under everyone's gaze, the big cat stepped aside and sat down against half of the remaining wall, waiting for the medicine to take effect.
When everyone's attention was focused on the big cat, a thin figure sneaked to the side of the box, picked up a hero potion, and injected it into the blood vessel of his arm.
"Laoji!"
Several soldiers from the master group saw it and immediately shouted.
Lao Ji is over seventy years old. According to ordinary people’s standards,
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, already in his twilight years, his body simply cannot bear the transformation of the hero potion.
The originally gray skin became abnormally flushed, and Lao Ji's whole face glowed red, as if he had suddenly become more than ten years younger.
A few seconds passed, and his steps suddenly became frivolous and he staggered around, as if he was drunk.
"Lao Ji, you!"
Several familiar people quickly gathered around and helped Lao Ji.
"Hahaha, cool, cool!"
Lao Ji laughed, took out a wine bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap and drank it.
"It's cool, it's cool!"
While smiling, his ears began to bleed, then his nose and eyes, like a dead person crawling out of hell, which was shocking.
Hero Potion is arguably the deadliest poison in the world. Once you drink it, there is no cure. Zion, the eldest prince of Ice Blue City, died suddenly because he drank the hero potion mixed by Triris in the wine. He bled from seven holes that night.
"I picked up my old life. If I hadn't followed the leader, I would probably still be in that stupid place now."
"All day long, I'm scrounging here and there for half a stutter, living like a human being!"
"In the past few years, I have lived a life that I have never tasted in most of my life."
"I'm happy, I'm happy!"
"My life is worth it!" Lao Ji patted his chest hard, "I am worth it!"
He grabbed the wine bottle and took a big gulp of wine. Suddenly his body stiffened and he turned his back to the sky. With a "pop" sound, a cloud of blood mist was sprayed out.
After experiencing the final madness, the blood on Lao Ji's face gradually faded, turning gray and pale, and finally fell down, no longer alive.
When he left, he still had a smile on his face, as if he had seen something happy and beautiful.
Lao Ji's death inspired the soldiers' courage. Life only lasts for a few decades. If you want to live, you must live happily, live with flavor, be trembling with fear, and be as anxious as a mouse. What kind of way to live!
A large number of soldiers rushed forward, picked up the hero potion one by one, pulled out the needle cap, and injected it into their bodies.
Half an hour later, this clearing became a veritable hell on earth. The brutal howls resounded across the sky, sometimes violent, sometimes desperate, sometimes unwilling, heart-piercing, and making people feel hairy all over.
The soldiers of the Beiqiao Regiment were alarmed by the howling. They walked out of the camp one after another, climbed to the high ground and looked around. Then they saw a scene they would never forget.
The twisted faces and bloody bodies were like souls tumbling and struggling in a frying pan. Suffering so much, life would be worse than death.
Even veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles were shocked by this extremely tragic scene.
They silently raised their hands and saluted this group of heroes who were not afraid of death.
Volume 4, The Two Kings of Dragon and River, finished.
The fifth volume is impressive, so stay tuned...
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