Zhou Qing looked at the flying sword light in horror. His whole body was like Newton who was hit in the head by a coconut. He was instantly energized!
Zhou Qing thinks that he is still a well-informed person.
The war between the Resistance Army and Sartre over the years has definitely been a narrow escape!
Zhou Qing didn't think there was anything that would make him feel incredible.
But the light of the sword flying in front of him could be said to be beyond Zhou Qing's poor imagination.
Why?
Why can humans cut out such sword light?
Is this an ability that normal people can display?
Zhou Qing was stunned for a few seconds, and then looked behind him... Behind him, a huge depression had been plowed by swords and plows, and in the depression, the pursuing silicon-based lifeforms had been wiped out.
That's right...
It was really reduced to ashes!
Those silicon-based life forms that were showing off their teeth and claws seemed to have completely evaporated.
"You, you, you..." Zhou Qing looked at the terrifying scene behind him, and then looked at Song Ziyu, completely dumbfounded.
"What am I? Are there any flowers on my face?"
Song Ziyu casually inserted the long knife into the scabbard, and then asked in a low voice.
"who are you?"
Zhou Qing came to his senses and asked: "Are you humans or Sartres?"
Xiao Zhao answered: "We are people from the Lower City Shelter, and we are looking for the resistance organization. When we passed by, we happened to see you being chased. Mr. Song is a man who is anxious for justice, so he rescued you casually. "
"It turns out he's from the Lower City Shelter."
Zhou Qing let out a long breath and said, "This puts me at ease. Let me introduce myself. I am a member of the resistance."
Hearing this, Song Ziyu asked curiously: "Brother, are you practicing track and field? You were chased for eight streets by the silicon-based beings. Why didn't you fight back?"
Zhou Qing said: "I feel ashamed to say it. I originally planned to lure these satyrs to the trap location set up in advance, and then catch them all in one fell swoop... As a result, I overestimated my ability and almost didn't reach the set ambush. The position was killed by the Satyrs.”
Having said this, Zhou Qing looked at Song Ziyu and said, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for your help. Without your help, I would have died here today."
Song Ziyu nodded indifferently and said: "It's nothing, it's just a casual thing, it doesn't deserve thanks."
After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, Zhou Qing asked tentatively: "I wonder what Mr. Song is doing here to find our rebels?"
Xiao Ai answered: "Mr. Song is ready to join your resistance army and contribute part of his strength to the cause of human resistance."
"join us?"
Zhou Qing thought of the fierceness of Song Ziyu's knife just now, and said with great joy: "Is it true? Is this true?"
"It must be true."
Song Ziyu said: "Why else would I be running around?"
"That's really cool."
Zhou Qing said with great joy: "Our resistance army is in need of masters and talents like you! Come... I will take you to see the main force."
After saying that, Zhou Qing personally led the way.
…
With Zhou Qing, a "local native" as a guide, Song Ziyu quickly found the main force of the resistance army setting a trap among the ruins.
Looking at this unkempt guy, Song Ziyu could be said to be disappointed.
These people are not even dressed as beggars. Damn it, why are they fighting?
Thinking of this, Song Ziyu sighed.
"Brother, didn't I ask you to seduce Sartre? Why are you back?"
A woman with a shaved head stood high in the ruins and looked at Zhou Qing, then yelled: "What are you doing? Do you know that doing this will expose us all to Sartre?"
Zhou Qing replied loudly: "Sister, Sartre has been eliminated, so you should stop working."
Hearing this, several people suddenly poked their heads out of the ruins and looked at Zhou Qing in surprise.
The woman jumped down from the ruins, and her body landed steadily in front of Zhou Qing like a swing in the wind.
"what is going on?"
The woman looked at Zhou Qing and asked.
Zhou Qing told Song Ziyu's attack from beginning to end. After hearing this, the woman looked at Song Ziyu doubtfully, obviously confused by Zhou Qing's words.
However, the woman finally reached out her hand boldly: "My name is Zhou Hong. Thank you for saving my brother."
“A small effort is worth nothing.”
Song Ziyu said calmly.
"Welcome to join the resistance!"
the woman shouted.
Song Ziyu didn't pay much attention to this, but looked around: "Are these you people?"
The woman was stunned when she heard this, and then said: "We are the strongest of the nearby forces that dare to resist."
When saying this, the woman obviously still had some pride.
But the expression Song Ziyu looked at the woman was obviously not good.
"The scale is different from what I thought."
Song Ziyu sighed.
"Um?"
A man not far away snorted.
"what do you want to say?"
the man asked.
Song Ziyu ignored the man and asked Zhou Hong, "How do you usually fight against these silicon-based creatures?"
Zhou Hong thought for a moment and said, "Of course the best way is to ambush."
"An ambush? How many can we handle?"
Song Ziyu asked.
"You can deal with more than a dozen of them at once with just a few words."
the man replied.
Song Ziyu said contemptuously: "More than a dozen? Are you playing house?"
"What you said is very arrogant."
The man was unconvinced and said: "Are you awesome?"
Song Ziyu said: "If it's not awesome, it's just so-so."
The man still wanted to speak, but Zhou Hong stopped the man, and then asked Song Ziyu personally: "You think our way of ambush is not advisable, then how do you think we can better eliminate these satyrs?"
Song Ziyu gestured casually: "The easiest way is to find those silicon-based creatures directly and kill them!"
"you……"
The man couldn't help but looked at Zhou Qing and said, "Little brother, where did you find such a thing? Is there something wrong with his brain?"
Zhou Hong also said to Song Ziyu: "Don't you know how powerful these silicon-based life forms are? You will easily die if you confront them head-on."
Song Ziyu said: "I know, but I don't have time anymore... These guys must be eliminated in the most direct way!"
"Then what do you think we should do?"
Zhou Hong looked at Song Ziyu, wanting to see what Song Ziyu had to say.
Song Ziyu glanced at the rebels, and then said: "Your weapons are too crude. You should arm yourself before doing something big."
"That sounds nice. How can weapons be so easy to get?"
The man on the side was still talking back.
Song Ziyu said coldly: "I hate working with people like you the most. It doesn't matter if you talk too much. It's full of negative energy. It has demolished people's enthusiasm without doing anything. They are really useless."
Song Ziyu's words made the man go berserk on the spot.
"Asshole, how dare you talk to me like this? I'm going to duel with you!"
As he said that, the man looked at Song Ziyu eagerly.
Song Ziyu's expression remained unchanged and he was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot.
Some people died, but not completely...
