Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 321: The evil wind hit my face even after a near death, my eyes showed no regrets. Death comes, stand up straight. In the end, these few people standing on the high wall made the determination to die and used the last resort. Even if they plan to die, they must stand tall and move forward before their flesh and blood is gone, and they must stand firm and hold the line of defense before their bones and blood are gone. Every pair of resolute eyes are fixed on the front, every figure seems to have light, everyone's footsteps are firmly grasping the "earth", and every pair of iron fists are hard and bright. "The star fruit and kiwi fruit on the mountain behind the village are about to be ripe. They have a lot of fruit this year. The shopkeeper Wazi Fangyan has been clamoring to eat it. It seems that he has to ask his mother to get it for him. I really want to beat him one last time. That baby You're too naughty. No one else can carry you without me." "The road in front of the village had a heavy rain some time ago, and a section of the roadbed collapsed. I thought I'd ask some of my brothers to repair it, but it would take a lot of effort to do this. We young people are here to do it. Unfortunately, we have no chance. We have wasted half a truck of cement that was secretly hidden. Although it is not enough to make a thick layer, as long as it is not larger than a large truck, it is still a good deal. I hope Cheng Zi will be smarter and find the cement he hid. , on the same frequency as myself, I think I hid it because I wanted to build a road." "Yingzi went to Beijing to see his uncle, and took a look at Tiananmen Square by the way. He asked her to take a look at it for him, but he didn't know that stupid Did your girl take a look at her? She really wanted to go see the capital with her. Unfortunately, Yingzi’s father didn’t agree. If she can go back alive this time, when Yingzi comes back, we should be able to be together every day. Not yet. Yingzi is so beautiful." There is great fear between life and death, and there is reluctance and longing between life and death. Fear, there is none here now. There is some reluctance and nostalgia here. The surging spiritual energy surging in the body did not suppress the various thoughts that flashed through the mind. These caring thoughts rose from the hearts of several people. Not only did they not interfere with the movement of the inner breath, but they became even stronger. A person clings to faith. Close. This wasp is so ugly. The dense eyes are squeezed together so disgustingly. I really want to blow it up with a punch. I will give it a punch later. Closer. Why is the back of this bee's butt so bald? Where did the sting go? It's not like it was shot out just now and didn't grow back. It doesn't seem to be a big deal. As long as the guys behind are careful and hide well, they will take photos when the sting is gone. The previous method, beat them to death, beat their share back, let you sneak attack, let you fight in groups, the damn bees will beat the shit out of you, exhale and make a loud sound, shaking the sky Amidst the roars, the warriors on the "high" wall took action. With smiles that were indifferent to death, with an indomitable momentum, and waving fists with spiritual energy that was so swollen that they were about to burst, several people struck with all their strength and collided with each other, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere and residual limbs to rain down like rain. This is a death call to the wasps. Of course, there were also groans and gasps. This is the voice of injured companions suppressing their voices for fear of affecting the companions around them. There were too many wasps, one; two; dozens were scattered by hammers, but nothing could reduce the momentum and quantity of the swarming black wasps in front of me. There are too few people. There are only three or five people alone. Although each of them can guard one side, stir up bloody storms, and overwhelm the swarm's offensive, compared to the endless killing, endless destruction, and inability to see the decline of the wasps. , the warriors still can't hold on for long. As the battle groups formed by the wasps take turns attacking, the last few people on the high wall will inevitably be exhausted and unable to defend themselves. Just like now, the warrior on the far right and the youngest among the group suddenly staggered after several consecutive explosions that exceeded the limit, and the spiritual energy in his body could not keep up. Next to the crooked figure were several ferocious wasps, all of which were newly added, staring eagerly. Their abundant physical strength, ferocious energy, and bloodthirsty eyes made them pounce on them greedily like the evil demons in hell. Some companions noticed the crisis here, but everyone was surrounded by densely packed killer bees. It was difficult to even move a few units, not to mention the ability to rescue them. Seeing helplessly that their comrades were about to be bitten and dismembered by the ferocious wasps, the other soldiers had no choice but to wave their weapons harder and throw out their fists, burning the endless anger and indignation in their chests. Wasps around. dying. This thought arose in the mind of the young warrior who was weak on his feet, unsteady on his feet and staggered under the impact of the wasps. In this moment and eternity, what I think about most is Yingzi, but it seems that she is not. The ones with the clearest minds are the parents, don’t they count. At this last moment, there is always a troublesome guy who appears inexplicably from his mind, disturbing his peace before sleeping. Always just before the girl and her parents take over her mind, she sticks out her big head and starts making noises in her head, even to the point of killing others. As a nameless anger wells up from the bottom of her heart, the young warrior immediately The body that was about to fall paused. He exerted force on his waist, kicked off his feet, pressed the ground with his left hand, and punched with his right hand. He avoided the joint attack of four or five wasps in the lightning and flint, flipping, jumping, and then again. After two short steps, he exited the encirclement of the wasps and stood firm. At the same time, he shouted in his mouth: "Fuck you Orange, I'm going to crush your balls." After the words fell, the person was safe. Thinking back to just now, I felt lucky, a little bit. But now the heart of the young warrior is filled with the joy of coming back from the dead, and a lingering mmp. Damn captain, damn Orange, you won’t let me go even if you die. Well, I’m going to die, and I didn’t see you running to save me. Not to mention stepping on the seven-colored clouds, stepping on the auspicious clouds and thousands of rays of light, suppressing the whole audience, and then saving himself magnificently. You haven't even taken a chance on me, okay? Fortunately, I took so many scapegoats for you, received so many beatings, and even stole eggs for you every day. Now I'm in trouble and you don't come to save me. I'm dying, you messing with my head. What a mess. When I go back this time, make sure I don’t go to your house and expose all the embarrassing things you did in the past in front of your brother and your two masters. I'm going to die. I think Yingzi is at fault. You stick out your big ugly head and come out to cause trouble. Are you prettier than Yingzi? I'm dead. Think about what's wrong with your parents and you come out to make trouble again. My father and my mother are also your uncles. Auntie, let’s see if I don’t find a chance for them to deal with you after I go back. The young soldier, who had a complicated heart, mixed with joy and resentment, regained his life. While quickly re-establishing a defense line and resisting the attacks of the wasps in front of him, he glanced around with a somewhat excited and excited look, worrying about himself. comrades, giving them a nod to show peace. However, on the face of the comrade closest to him whose sight was not blocked, the young soldier saw a more anxious face, more panicked eyes, and an open and wide mouth, facing him. shout.