Apocalypse Paradise

Su Qing put down her worried heart from God's perspective. She was now in a special state. Even though she knew it was an illusion, her mind was still immersed in it.

After the seemingly dangerous arrow was blocked lightly, the man in black armor appeared like a swimming dragon, waving a long knife like the god of death, taking away the lives of the enemies one by one.

The man quickly eliminated the nearby enemies and began to support others. He was as light as a antelope, and the description of him couldn't be better described as an antelope hanging its horns.

Starting from the cavalry charge that tore through the enemy's defense line, followed closely by the large number of infantry behind them, this was not an evenly matched battle. The army on the opposite side had long since lost morale and was only waiting for the retreat order from the rear.

Feng Er patted a small package hidden in his chest. Inside were some savings cards and a few last-minute letters.

He is only 14 years old this year. In order to help reduce the burden on his family, he came to the battlefield with a desire to make contributions.

"My fellow soldiers, Da Qian is unkind now. We will join other countries in attacking Da Qian and make meritorious deeds. Today will be the day to honor our ancestors."

It was only more than ten days before and after, and the declaration before leaving was still vivid in my mind. Only Feng Er was left in the original group of ten people.

Da Gan was like crazy, chasing them and beating them.

Feng Er held on to his rather large helmet, and the standard long sword was tied loosely around his waist. He was short in stature and was even more inconspicuous on the battlefield. In the past few times, he had managed to survive by hiding among the dead.

He doesn't know what meritorious service is, he doesn't know what honoring his ancestors means, he doesn't know why he wants to participate in this battle, he just wants to live.

Ever since the captain was shot through the throat with an arrow, the fear of death has been lingering in his heart.

He looked at the corps commander holding his throat, but still couldn't resist the gurgling blood flowing out. He smelled the pungent smell of blood around him and rubbed the lucky coin left by his comrades, but he couldn't wipe off the mottled blood stains on it.

Unfortunately, Feng Er's lucky coin failed this time. Looking at the oncoming cavalry, Feng Er seemed to be frightened. He froze in place and was knocked down by others.

After coming back to his senses, Feng Er did not get up. He lay down and silently prayed in his heart, hoping that the spirit of the old corps commander in heaven could protect him.

Feng Er was stepped on by the horse's hooves and his ribs were broken, but what could he do? He was just a 14-year-old boy.

Feng Er had no choice but to curl up his body as much as possible to try to relieve the pain. When he was a child, he didn't study hard and his father hung him from a tree and slapped him all over his body. This was how he tried to relieve the pain.

Feng Er's throat felt itchy and he couldn't help coughing. A sweet smell filled his mouth, and blood flowed out from his mouth with blood foam.

After curling up, he felt even more painful. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. As he coughed and cried, Feng Er felt that the pain didn't seem that bad anymore.

After an unknown amount of time, the soldiers cleaning the battlefield discovered Feng Er among the dead. The soldiers from Daqian, who had planned to make up for it with a blow, looked at the diminutive enemy and felt compassion.

Isn't it that their army of soldiers fought bloody battles just for young men of this age at home?

"This kid is not yet an adult, why is he here? He is so pathetic, captain, look at it,"

Perhaps fate was not meant to be cut off, and fate played a trick on people. Feng Er became the first prisoner of war in Daqian. Although he lost his freedom, he survived.

The war is finally over. A big force can challenge many and win.

The country where Feng Er originally lived was also wiped out by Da Gan, and Feng Er naturally became a Da Gan member.

Thanks to the Dagan people's policy of preferential treatment of prisoners, some teenagers like Feng Er learned a little bit about Dagan's literacy education in this prisoner of war camp.

Feng Er experienced a hell-like battlefield and studied like crazy. He eventually graduated as an outstanding prisoner-of-war camp student and finally became a history teacher in Daqian County.

This illusion actually happened. Su Qing naturally did not see Feng Er's half of his life, but he benefited a lot from it on the battlefield.

Su Qing came out of the illusion with a hint of murderous intent, and her sword skills became more powerful.

When Gouzi saw Su Qing coming back, he wandered around her for a while, sniffing left and right. When he found nothing out of the ordinary, he jumped onto the sofa and continued watching cartoons.

Su Qing slept for a whole day and night. She was really tired. In addition to killing people, she also experienced various killings. Her spirit was really unbearable, so Mr. Qin let her out.

He said goodbye to Mr. Qin and hurried back.

After waking up, Su Qing's energy finally recovered, but her stomach was growling with hunger.

Ignoring Gouzi, Su Qing went straight to the restaurant and started showing off her food like crazy.

"belch."

Su Qing finished a bottle of happy water, paid and left under the surprised eyes of the boss, and then went to Yunlong Arena to continue fighting without rest.

After saying hello to Mr. Qin, Su Qing began to match immediately.

After neatly defeating several platinum-level opponents, Mr. Qin, who was watching on the side, changed Su Qing's personal data from platinum one to platinum four, that is, from platinum elementary to platinum intermediate.

You must know that Su Qing's real power is nothing more than gold.

Going directly over a large section, looking at the history of Daqian, there are not many such people. All the children of Daqian with such talents are the ones who will leave their names in history.

This is also an important reason why Daqian can challenge many and win. Daqian has always had the most high-level combat power.

Although the other countries combined are more powerful than Dagan, they do not dare to put all their high-level combat forces into the war compared to Dagan.

If there is a problem with the family's only high-level combat capability, the family's huge industry will be difficult to protect.

Daqian was also plagued by wealthy families before, and the Qin family was even the largest wealthy family in Daqian. However, the ancestor Emperor Qin Zheng single-handedly subdued many wealthy families in the country, and then restructured the system. After that, although Daqian was weak for a period of time, after several generations of After working hard, I finally took off again.

History proves that the path of the ancestors is correct. There are no powerful people for thousands of generations, only people for thousands of generations.

Now, the people of Daqian who have experienced blood and fire have forged unparalleled confidence. They are just waiting for the time to come, and it seems that the world of Daqian will definitely be established.

After Su Qing's opponent became a mid-level platinum player, her winning rate began to slowly decline. Even though she had honed her extraordinary combat skills on the battlefield, facing an opponent with high numerical values, the hardest thing was not to be able to break through the defense. Fighting was like scraping. Same.

Mr. Qin only modified her matching mechanism but did not change her values. Gradually, Su Qing also realized this situation.

But Mr. Qin pretended not to see him, which made Su Qing a little helpless. He had to go to the arena less frequently and spend more time immersed in the library and swimming in the ocean of knowledge.

Mr. Qin could also see that Su Qing had an obsession. He knew that persuasion was useless, only she could figure it out herself.