Supreme pardon

Not only is the fourth team gone, but even the mutants who were incorporated into them can't escape. These people, these people are all the hard work of Lucky Casino!

Just watch them die like this, okay?

Although Yan Zhen didn't rush forward, looking at the backs of those people, his heart ached.

The second wave of charging people also rushed out. These people rushed through the open space outside the Eighteenth King's District, pushed the artillery to completely smash the first door opening, rushed between the two stone walls, and attacked the second door opening.

The narrow space makes them nowhere to go.

Under the heavy machine guns firing from top to bottom, every living person is cheaper than the target at this moment.This was a race against time, blood spread out of the first doorway, and corpses gradually piled up between the two stone walls.

The third and fourth waves of charges were launched one after another.

Hundreds of people rushed over, and there might be only one or two teams that had a chance to unleash artillery.

Yan Zhen's hands were shaking, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger, probably even he himself couldn't control it.

Wen Renjue took a step back, waved away Yan Zhen's hand holding his sleeve, his eyes stayed on those Wang's guards who had carried the artillery up but did not retreat, and said lightly: "You Do you think that in this war, retreaters are allowed?"

With difficulty, his gaze was withdrawn from the front, and it fell on Wen Renjue's face in a daze. Yan Zhen followed the opponent's gaze and turned to look at the rows of Wang's personal guards standing behind the fourth team's position.

Those men were all holding submachine guns in their hands, and... the guns were aimed at their positions.

His complexion became paler, but the trembling of his lips gradually stopped. When he turned around, his eyes were full of desolation, and he could not say a word. His drooping right hand was tightly clenched, and his nails were embedded in the flesh without knowing it.

Yes, all the time, he thought too naively.

After all, he is just a gambling shop owner. Although he is considered to be a black force, he has never faced such cruelty on the battlefield. The dark killings he faces are more or less individual, rather than this shocking landfill. Inevitable sacrifice.

All the sounds on this cruel battlefield gradually moved away from his ears, and it seemed that he instinctively blocked most of the sounds as if he wanted to escape. Only in the absolute silence of himself, his eyes fell unconsciously on the man beside him, or young people.

All along, he thought that the other party's deep schemes or calculations were necessary.

After all, this is a world where people cannibalize, and the weak perish quickly, blamelessly.But until today, until now, he really realized that this man, who was much younger than himself, was so different from himself, or in other words, from everyone in the casino.

When the eyes met, how could he not notice that it was a pair of pupils with no emotion.

There is no sadness, no anger, no fluctuations that human beings will inevitably have in the face of a large number of deaths of the same kind, and even no joy, pride or perverted pleasure that people like bloodthirsty would have.

As the master, he just silently looked at the battlefield in front of him and all the dying lives.

It's as if... he himself isn't human at all.

Not knowing whether it was overwhelmed by the human beings rushing to death one after another, or because of the slow-witted fear in his heart, Yan Zhen unconsciously took two steps away from the opponent.

Not knowing what the subordinates beside him were thinking about, Wen Renjue noticed his retreat, and after only a quick glance, he turned his attention to the front again.

Under the foreshadowing of thousands of lives, the second doorway in District [-] was finally blasted through.

The cannons and corpses left all over the ground slightly blocked the footsteps of those who came from their side to charge.

Wen Renjue looked up at the end of his eyes to see the last few waves of people charging forward on his side. When he reached the last door opening in District [-], the other party stood on the last stone wall and poured buckets of what liquid.

From some distance, it is not clear to see.

But he didn't need to wait for someone to come back to report, because in less than 2 minutes, the torches thrown from the stone wall caused a sea of ​​flames.

The sudden fire quickly engulfed the members of the [-]th district team between the two stone walls. Many firemen ran out from the second doorway, and fell down again before reaching the open space. The screams resounded across the battlefield.

When the flames subsided a little, black charred corpses of various shapes were twisted on the ground.

Maybe it was because there was too much blood before, or maybe it was because the flames of war had already swallowed up too many lives. Facing such a tragic scene, none of the people in District [-] who were still standing and waiting for the attack vomited.

It's just that the attack like a death squad was blocked for a while, and then the horn of charge sounded from the side of Wen Renjue again, and thousands of people rushed into the sea of ​​flames that had not been completely extinguished.

It's the third team.

Seeing that success was imminent and the attack trend was slowed down, Chen Liangxi finally gave Wu Guang an order.

The third team took over the main baton.

You can temporarily put down the command, Wen Ren Jue took a few steps back, held the right hand between his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and rested temporarily.

Wei Duan sighed in his mind: "How long has it been since I saw such a scene! I really miss it."

When it was still alive as an individual of the descendants of the gods, such battles often broke out among the ethnic groups, but that part of the memory was too deep, and seeing today's scene, it was somewhat revived.

For Wen Renjue, the sacrifice that Chen Liangxi thought was inevitable, he also thought was necessary, but the purpose of the two people was not the same.

It was only a matter of time before the third doorway was pierced. Standing on the spot, he lowered his head and massaged his forehead. He heard cheers suddenly sounded around him. When he raised his head to focus his gaze, there was already a steady stream of teams from the [-]th district coming into the doorway of the [-]th district. member.

Even the royal guards behind them brushed past them and rushed forward.

The Eighteenth King's District, which has been established for a hundred years and is absolutely easy to defend and difficult to attack, finally fell for the first time today.

Wu Guang led people into the city earlier to direct the clean-up and suppression, while Wen Ren Jue led the remaining units of the fourth team, and waited for Chen Liangxi from behind in the open space in front of the Eighteenth King's District.

There are a total of tens of thousands of people living in the Eighteenth King's District. Because of the previous war, all available active forces were quickly filled into the team. Most of the remaining middle-aged men participated in the defense of the city. After the real fall, the Seventeenth District took Men and weapons came in, with little to no decent resistance.

The old god Chen Liangxi was waiting for Wuguang to completely control the situation in the Eighteenth Kings District, and then ordered people to fill in the deep ditches dug in the open ground. After the war with District [-] began, people were ordered to dig the "isolation zone".

Thanks to these ditches, the tanks in District [-] became "scrap iron" and had to be filled with human lives.

It's a pity that the ditches can stop heavy tanks, but they can't stop nimble humans. After putting up planks, the people in the seventeenth district still "bumped" the gate of the eighteenth king's district with a thousand lives.

Wuguang dispatched the only car in the [-]th district to pick up Chen Liangxi and enter the city. Dozens of tanks had already driven across the open space, forming a long line, surrounded by the car on the left and right, and slowly driving into the area that had just been cleared out. door opening.

Naturally, it was impossible for Wenrenjue to squeeze into the car, climbed into the pickup truck that had just been dispatched, and he went into the city with Chen Liangxi's other confidantes.

When the car drove through the dilapidated doorway, Wei Duan suddenly teased in his mind: "How does it feel to be back? Allah of the eighteenth district."

In fact, even if it was himself, when he left, he would never have imagined that he would come back again, and it would be like this.

The streets leading to the king's residence were full of heavy soldiers, and Chen Liangxi had already been taken into the king's residence.

The pickup truck drove slowly all the way, and you can see the collapsed houses and bomb craters everywhere in the city. The corpses in the inner doorway were not cleared in time, and they were temporarily piled up in one place. The blood flowed down the stone wall and merged into a small blood hole in the doorway. .

Residents in the area who looked terrified were kicked out of their houses, and those with their children knelt down on both sides of the street shaking their ropes.

A house caught fire in the distance, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

The city was defeated and lost in the chaos of war. Among the tens of thousands of people in the city, no one can determine their future destiny.

This kind of fear was brewing in the post-war world. Driving all the way on the huge street, apart from the movement of pickup trucks, even the sound of falling leaves seemed to be clearly audible.

"Woo! Mom, Mom!" The cry of a child suddenly caught the attention of all the members of the [-]th district team who entered the city.

None of the residents of District [-] who were still lying on their stomachs dared to look up at the situation.

Wen Renjue's eyes fell to the front left of the pickup, a four or five-year-old child stumbled out of the house, crying to find his mother.I don't know whether her mother was "disappeared" or separated during the previous war.

It was as if there was only the heart-piercing cry of this child left in the world, against the flames of war in the distance, it was particularly hopeless and decadent.

A team member in a purple long suit jumped off the pickup truck, stretched out his arms, hugged the stumbling and crying child, moved his footsteps lightly, sideways avoided the pickup truck that was rushing towards the child without slowing down.

Yan Zhen saw Dao Ge standing on the street with his child in his arms, standing out among the residents of District [-] who were lying on their stomachs all over the floor. He turned his head and waved to a pickup truck behind him, motioning for him to stop and wait.

To this scene, Wen Ren Jue did not spare his eyes, wearing the snakeskin mask personally bestowed by Chen Liangxi, he gently closed his eyes in the oncoming wind.

Think carefully about how to play the next game of chess.

After this battle, Chen Liangxi's last doubt about himself must have been eliminated, so what can this trust be used for?