bestfiction Chapter 175 I need to ask you a favor
Chapter 175 I need to ask you a favor
Zhong Ming slept unusually soundly, probably the most peaceful sleep he had had since escaping from Qingxi Town, but he felt a lingering fear after waking up.
How come I didn't get burned to death?
The scorching heat of the floor tiles was only slightly cooled by the flowing blood and the shattered body of the demonic flower, yet he actually lay down directly under such intense heat.
There were cooling talismans on my feet, and my body was protected by a large tortoise shell. Surprisingly, the burns on my arms weren't too bad. It was a pleasant surprise.
On the path of spiritual practice, bumps and bruises are inevitable. To this day, I have lost count of how many times I have been injured. Such a minor injury is nothing to mention.
After standing up, he immediately began to check Yue Kaishan's injuries. It wasn't that he didn't care about Chi Tong, it was just that... it seemed inconvenient for him to check on her.
Yue Kaishan's injuries were very numerous, with various kinds of bite and claw cuts that were shocking to behold. His mechanical arm was covered in scratches, and in some places, it was dented to an exaggerated degree.
"He was a brave soldier."
A tall, imposing soldier walked up to him, with only one arm remaining, but his face remained expressionless.
"If every battle results in such heavy casualties, then there's no point in fighting wars, and no one will be able to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage."
Zhong Ming didn't look at him, but looked straight ahead. Countless corpses lay there. Just a few hours ago, they were still vibrant lives, rushing into the warehouse with him, full of vigor and determined to kill all the demonic beasts.
"There are always unexpected events in war, but today's support is not right."
The man who spoke was an inspector. His plea for help had been sent out some time ago, not to the people on the city wall, but to those outside the secret realm.
There are not enough cultivators here, the monsters are abnormal, and everything is very strange.
"Up until now, we have only received fire support. Arrows from the city wall have extended to our front, relieving the pressure on our defense. Two hours ago, after seeing the support, we thought they would soon be able to push the battle line to this side, but now, the arrow support is still falling fifty feet in front of the warehouse."
The man's expression was stern, and his seriousness was indescribable.
Faced with this strange man, Zhong Ming didn't think too much about it and asked directly, "Why are you telling me all this?"
“Because you are the captain, aren’t you?” The man raised his remaining left arm, looked at it, and his eyes were filled with sorrow. “This hand of mine once forged several weapons that were selected for the armory, but now it has to take a break. Ha, although I have lost my right hand, my eyes are not blind yet.”
He stood in front of Zhong Ming, slowly squatted down, and their eyes met. "I can see that the guy in the wheelchair has a propeller behind it. Don't try to fool me. If you want, you can break through the monster tide directly, given the chance."
"So, you want us to go back and ask for help?"
"No, no, forward, forward! The reinforcements behind us are not a problem. I need information from the front. We have been fighting for so long and we still don't know what kind of enemy we are fighting. We still don't know what the leader of the monster tide is. I want you to move forward and charge up. As long as you find out who the enemy is, even if it's just a fleeting image, you will have done a great service."
The look in Zhong Ming's eyes as he looked at the man did not show any grief over the loss of his arm. His grief was that his comrade was dying, and he did not even know who the enemy was.
At a certain moment, the two sides reached a tacit understanding. Zhong Ming realized that this was the first and only time the other party had asked him. If he refused, the wheelchair would be temporarily taken as an important military supply and a few veterans would launch an attack. In that case, the remaining forces in this warehouse would not be enough to hold off the monster tide. They would either retreat or die.
Why do you trust me?
"You are Xueyan's soldier."
"Then you're going to be disappointed." Zhong Ming sat up. In the chaos around him, he couldn't see where Xuan Jing and Chen Dahai were.
"You refused? Then..."
“No, I agree. I want my squad, I want my warriors to assemble.” Zhong Ming twisted his neck and looked at the man defiantly. “Our operation will not be like Xueyan’s operation. Our operation will only be in the style of my Third Squad.”
The man chuckled and tossed over a very small jade pendant, which fit perfectly around the neck.
"Take this jade tablet. It can be used twice, once on the front and once on the back. After injecting spiritual power, it will transmit the images you see back, which will be about three breaths of image data. Remember, after breaking through, find your own way to survive. We will win. Hold on until then, and the entire monster tide will die. We will completely slaughter this place. The dynasty's patience will inevitably run out. After this, no resistance will be allowed in the secret realm."
In fact, Zhong Ming didn't listen to a single word of those encouraging words; he had wanted to leave this awful place for a long time.
Today, the ghostly spider can bring a strange flower and kill people like dogs; who knows what kind of monster will come tomorrow?
Rather than getting beaten up here, it's better to take the initiative and attack. Only by striking out can we have room to maneuver. His squad looks like a unit mainly focused on frontal combat, but his mind is not like that.
They are now trapped in the formation set up by the Foundation Establishment stage traitor named Fu Yinshan, and are waiting to be slowly worn down.
“I need cover, I need my troops’ manpower, and I demand that the healing monks prioritize treating the wounded in my troops.”
"Understood. You can get ready."
An hour later, amidst the cursing and swearing of the healing cultivators, Yue Kaishan's treatment was completed, and he consumed a precious pill, the aftereffect of which was that he was now extremely excited.
They also managed to wake up the Crimson-Eyed Fairy, then looked at him with an expression that said, "I've saved your girl, let's get going."
"The artillery cover is ready. Once you leave the warehouse, just keep moving forward. I will personally direct Xu Jin's barrage to cover you."
Chen Dahai said... "Can you discuss this with me?"
I can go on an adventure, but why did you bring this old lady along? If anything happens to her, I'll be damned if I were to shatter into twenty pieces.
The entire team's posture was very strange. Chen Dahai was like a cushion, with the Crimson-Eyed Fairy standing on him, holding a large bow, just like an archer on an ancient chariot. Behind him were three small skateboards, with Yue Kaishan and Xuan Jing standing on them to cover the left and right flanks. The most outrageous one was Zhong Ming. He was clearly behind the wheelchair, but a hook-and-sickle spear went through the wheelchair and straight to the front. When he moved, he swung it left and right to clear obstacles and keep the route clear.
Of course, it's not very meaningful, because they should be in the sky most of the time.
The group arrived at the warehouse door, and Zhong Ming pointed to the "small balcony" on the second floor of the warehouse above their heads, where countless dark cannon muzzles were already in place.