The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

The remote northern border.

The Terran army is gathering crazily.

There are not only monks who can fly into the sky, but also countless ordinary soldiers.

A large number of heavy weapons were transported here, and countless missiles were also aimed here.

Even a large number of nuclear warheads will be launched when the situation is irreversible.

People are ready for the war and ready to destroy the world.

"Afraid?" a veteran asked with a smile looking at the recruits beside him.

The recruits’ immature faces were full of sweat, and the pressure brought by the huge Earth Dragon Legion was really terrifying.

The recruit shook his head, took out a crumpled cigarette, lit it, took a couple of bites and handed it to the veteran.

"I'm not afraid, I'm happy." The recruit patted the heavy artillery around him with a red face.

"I've played anything in this life, but never beat the dragon. If we win, will we be able to play for a lifetime, squad leader?" the recruit asked with his trembling hands.

"Haha, you brat, still pretending to be in front of Lao Tzu." The squad leader slapped the recruit and stuffed the smoke back into the recruit's mouth.

The squad leader raised his dark face, looked at the outside of the "Nine-Dragon Palace", and licked his chapped lips.

"If you win, you will not only be able to blow for a lifetime, but your son and your grandson will be able to blow."

"Puffing, I know that all day long." An officer ran over and kicked the recruit in the ass.

"Hey, company commander." The recruits took another two bites before stamping out the cigarette butt.

"What about things?" The company commander stretched out his hand.

The recruit scratched his head, and said a little embarrassed: "I didn't write it."

The company commander blew his beard and stared, "Three minutes, write it down to Lao Tzu, or practice your squatting posture for two hours."

"Ah!" The recruit looked embarrassed.

"There are still two minutes and fifty seconds." The company commander looked at his watch.

"Squad leader, paper, pen." The recruit trembled in fright, took the pen and paper and lay on the barrel and began to write.

"Dad, mom, sister, you don't have to worry about me, the food here is very good, four dishes and one soup, enough care, squad leader, company commander, and comrades-in-arms are all very good to me..."

"Your uncle, let you write a suicide note, you write me a letter." The company commander was angry at the recruit's **** and feet again.

At this moment, bursts of huge bursts sounded, and the monstrous flames rushed over, and the big formation here was officially declared broken.

The earth began to shake, the mountains collapsed, and a terrifying shock wave rushed over.

The company commander pressed the recruits to the ground. After the shock wave passed, the company commander got up and shouted.

"Zhang Jun, let me watch him finish writing, grandma's, there is no suicide note, this life is a waste of life."

"I will beat Lao Tzu to death, and the coordinates will be proofread."

"Class 3, your **** gun barrel is almost blasted into the sky, are you going to fight the birds?"

"Class One, Class One, where's the turtle son?" Looking at the front of the gun position, the company commander roared.

"No one...no... anymore... company commander." A **** recruit cried and cried.

The company commander was silent for a moment, and gently lifted the satchel beside him. All the suicide notes of more than one hundred people were here.

"Are you afraid?" The company commander looked at the recruits.

"Yeah." The recruit nodded, but shook his head again: "I was scared just now, but now I am not afraid."

"Okay, I brought it out." Go to the instructor, give him this stuff, and the company commander put the bag around the recruit's neck and kicked him on the ass.

After this battle, only one recruit of the seven artillery company survived, and the surviving recruit retained the company's number.

After the company was rebuilt, the suicide notes were placed in the honor room, and no one had to dismantle them.

Maybe there is nothing written in it!

...

Chi You carried his tiger spirit, led his 70-odd brothers, and rushed out at the first moment of the burst.

Chi You was very angry, because he had always invaded others, so it was his turn to invade himself.

But what made him even more angry was that the fat guy beside him fell off again. He didn't walk well, so he used to roll. It seems that after this great war, this guy has to lose weight.

Directly facing the big devil, the battle on the southern border is probably the most tragic.

The efficiency of the Great Demon's killing is probably higher than that of the factory assembly line.

But these monsters and ghosts, demons and ghosts that are usually talked about by the world, but at this moment burst out amazing toughness and fighting power.

They are all unruly guys, they don't have any sense of honor, and they don't have any concept of family and country, they are pure disobedience.

Why are you hitting Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu is a heinous bad guy, I should go and beat you.

...

The huge drums of war rippled away repeatedly.

The Great World of Night Tan, which had been steadily victorious, has been upgraded to a new level with the blessing of War Drums.

Moreover, the sound of war drums had a significant impact on everyone's morale.

At this moment, a petite figure appeared in the sky.

She was carrying a huge drum that was extremely inconsistent with her figure.

If Xiao Chen were here, she would definitely be recognized.

This girl was the child who had met in that strange space before, the old man who used skin as a drum.

The girl looked at the chaotic battlefield and then at the huge palace covering the sky, her brows frowned slightly.

"Grandpa said, this is his hometown, why is there such a big battle?"

The girl came to a city and found out about the situation with the people hiding in the city.

The girlish little face flushed, "Shameless Nightstalker World."

The girl ascended to the sky, unlocking the drum of war behind her.

The drumhead is an old man's skin, covered with red patterns and dark red blood.

The girl rang the drum, and the white dress danced wildly, a mixture of power and tender beauty, which made people thrilling.

A deep voice rippled.

This sound seemed to come across endless time, leading people to the ancient battlefield of gods and demons.

The drums gradually became denser, and the drums seemed to slap on the warrior's heart.

The soldiers seemed to hear the roar of tigers and dragons, the unyielding roar, and the shout of exhaustion...

Courage and strength were born like this.

The soldiers are no longer afraid, perhaps they have never been afraid.

A fiery red Suzaku came to the girl's side.

"I remember this voice, is he okay?" Suzaku looked at the big drum in tears.

The girl didn't answer, she just used the drum to convey her emotions.

A monstrous flame erupted from Suzaku, and instantly swept the entire sky.

Watching the Suzaku, one of the four elephants of the sky, who was reborn from the ashes, only appeared in the legend.

The white-haired young man smiled slightly as he listened to the drums excited by the gods and demons.

"How many secrets are still hidden in this world?"