The heavy rain gradually stopped.

As time approaches evening, the horizon, which has a few remaining wisps of dark clouds, was rendered in bright red by the afterglow of the sunset. It looks as beautiful as a gem and as strange as a blood curtain.

At this time, in the highland square of Shu Kingdom, the sound of countless metal heavy boots stepping on the floor was rising and falling, and it was endless...

The three fully armed lines of thousands of soldiers were arranged in a vertical line under the leadership of their commanders, and slowly marched towards the three high grounds.

These are all new troops gathered from Jingzhou.

The air after the canyon rain was very fresh, and the young soldiers were infected by it, and they were also radiant and full of fighting spirit. They were neatly dressed and brightly cut, and they were ready to join the war that was still unfinished, although for many of them, this journey might be the end of their lives...

Of course, Highland Square is still far from the front line. During this long journey, there will inevitably be some whispers in the army.

"Hey, Jiang Wei."

"What are you doing?"

"Have you heard it? The legendary brigade we set out on the road seemed to have been completely wiped out in the Wei Highlands due to a command error."

"God! No way?!"

The soldier called "Jiang Wei" stared at his companion with wide eyes. The young face under his helmet was covered with shock and shock.

"Why can't it be? Do you still remember the commander who commanded that powerful brigade? Yes, Wang Yao. It seems that because he was so happy with his achievements, he insisted on his own way and led his troops into the highlands of Wei State..."

"It's hard to believe this is true, no, I think it's clear that you are talking nonsense!"

"I also heard from the soldiers of other troops that this matter has not spread yet, but it is absolutely true. Think about it, where is the enemy's high ground? The Hall of Yama! At least there are tens of thousands of black soldiers stationed, let alone those enemy heroes. If you fall into it, how can you have a chance to survive?"

"Oh...if this is the case, it would be a pity."

The low voices of communication, either depressed, lost, or sighed, originated from the thousand-man troops heading towards the top.

The Shanglu Legion, the seventh main force; this powerful brigade, with a terrifying record of almost invincible victory, has long been the spiritual pillar of all the soldiers of the Shanglu Legion. Wang Yao, who ruled this powerful brigade, was once a popular benchmark model for the people of Shu Kingdom and was very famous. Therefore, when the news that had been circulated since unknown, more and more soldiers knew about it, people sighed and felt as if they had lost their parents.

But, that's all.

That's right, even the troops with glory and legendary colors will eventually die. After all, for thousands of years, there are more than "Wang Yao" who are overwhelmed and swallowed by torrents in this cruel canyon battlefield? In front of him, thousands of soldiers of equally famous have fallen from the altar and sleep on this land forever.

They didn't even have their names left in the end.

But this still cannot stop thousands of young and energetic soldiers from joining the legion and entering this battlefield of death that is comparable to a meat grinder.

Perhaps the death rate of up to 65% sounds really shocking, but as long as you can keep living, you can gain unlimited status and glory, and one day you can soar and become a "hero" above the world!

No one can refuse such temptation as to get rid of the mortal fetus and become an omnipotent "hero". And this is the reason why the 100 million soldiers on the 6th of Kings are willing to fight for it.

The canyon has been filled with endless heroic blood.

......

......

Of course, for Jiang Wei, his mood at this time could be said to have fallen to the valley.

He was just a new recruit who had just joined the legion for less than a month, but he was very concerned about the main force with the number "Seven". It can even be said that the reason why he joined the legion and became a soldier was largely influenced by the many legendary deeds of this army.

He was eager to join such a powerful force, and he was even more eager to follow the commander who commanded the troops.

Unexpectedly, when I entered the canyon battlefield for the first time, the first news I heard was the bad news that this army that he admired was completely wiped out.

"I thought that the commander of thousands would most likely become the first soldier to become a hero in so many years, but I didn't expect to die young. Alas..." Jiang Wei couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes." The companion also sighed: "To be honest, I thought about joining the army at that time. There are many beautiful women in it, especially there is a special force composed of elite soldiers, who are even more perverted and powerful!"

Glanced at the fascinated look of his companion, Jiang Wei subconsciously smiled. Although there was no malice, there was indeed a hint of ridicule in his laughter: "It's up to you? The most powerful member of the Yao family is the sergeant level. The leading commander, when he was just a soldier half a year ago, he once fought against a black soldier in a dangerous wild area alone, and finally came out alive. According to their standards, even if you want to go, they probably won't look down on him!"

"Damn! I feel uncomfortable if you don't bury your sarcasm all day long, right? It seems..." My companion was angry and was about to respond, but his voice stopped abruptly.

The air after the canyon rain has a refreshing coolness, but I don’t know when this coolness has slowly turned into a cold and cold feeling.

Jiang Wei also felt the strange and cold breath coming from the front almost at the same time, and instinctively stretched his neck and looked over.

In the blood-red sunset, a tall figure was stepping into the ground of this highland square alone from the direction of the road.

It was a wounded soldier who looked like he was run over by a cannon cart several times. He was bandaged on many parts of his body, which looked like a mummy, but the most attractive thing was the face of the wounded soldier.

A young face that could barely see a bit of a pretty face was also wrapped with a white bandage soaked in blood. It was bandaged with the position of the left eye, revealing only a fierce and cold right eye that looked like a wild beast.

That look, like the bloodiest hell that has ever seen, has lost all the waves, and is even like a dead pupil without any color. Some are just a complete haze and frost!

At this moment, the originally noisy line of thousands of soldiers suddenly became quiet.

Is there really a saying in the world that murderous aura?

Many people believe that the so-called murderous aura is just an abstract illusion in form, and this manifestation only occurs when you know the background. For example, when you know that the person involved was destroyed and finally found his enemies many years later, the anger of empathy will naturally make the bystanders have the illusion of murderous aura.

However, at this moment, the soldiers in this highland square truly realized what the murderous aura was like in this unknown wounded soldier.

At the intersection of the highland road, the tall wounded soldier walked in step by step with expressionless face. Although he said nothing, it seemed that the temperature of the entire highland suddenly dropped several degrees. The metal green boots on his feet kept making crisp "clicking" sounds on the floor, as shocking as a drum, and very heavy.

The wounded soldiers were like this, passing by the soldiers in the army step by step. Wherever he walked, people were silent, and they lowered their heads as if they could not bear the urge to bear the chills. They did not dare to take a look again, and just wanted to walk two steps faster and stay away from this weird wounded soldier with a gloomy face.

Everyone felt like they were walking by the feet of a giant beast with grinning teeth, and their faces were creepy and their hearts were thrilled.

The vast and boundless highland square is dead silent, and the falling needles can be heard.

After a while, after the wounded soldier passed by coldly, a soldier breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought the eyes of Lord Zhang Fei, who was commanding the lower lane legion, was scary enough, but I didn't expect the eyes of the wounded soldier to be even more scary. Jiang Wei, do you think he died of his father or his mother?..."

"I don't think this wounded soldier is an ordinary soldier." Jiang Wei turned around in a daze, murmured at the slightest departure of his back.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Wei's companion asked subconsciously.

Jiang Wei whined in the direction of the back: "He is holding a Level 4 inscription representing the identity of a thousand-man commander in his hand."

"You have observed it very carefully." The companion turned around and wanted to take a look again with lingering fear.

However, the wounded soldier had disappeared from the depths of the vast high ground.

......

......

Wang Yao returned to the high ground of Shu Kingdom. He raised his head and looked coldly at a huge military tent located in the deepest part of the square, showing his murderous aura.

Wang Yao knew very well that he would definitely not come to Zhuge Liang to ask about his well-being when he came back to Gaodi this time, so he did not bring Luna with him. He just found an excuse to lead her back to the middle to guard the line.

Sharp!

"Stop! Who are you? What are you doing?" Suddenly, a warning shout and the sound of the blade being unsheathed in my ears at the same time.

Wang Yao didn't know what he was now, but in his eyes, there was only the faint curtain of the military tent not far away, so when he came to his senses, he realized that he had been surrounded by six soldiers with extremely nervous expressions.

These small soldiers should be soldiers guarding Zhuge Liang's tent.

Wang Yao wriggled his lips, but the words that came out of his mouth were extremely hoarse and full of irresistible murderous intent: "I'll come to Zhuge Liang."

"Rareless! How can you call the name of the military advisor directly?! Which unit are you from? What are you doing here?" The soldiers guarding the tent seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then their faces changed drastically. A leader even directly put the shiny long knife in his hand on Wang Yao's neck.

The already tense atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, and the soldiers in charge of the guards also meant to take Wang Yao on the spot to rectify the Dharma with one disagreement.

Of course, Wang Yao was not afraid at all, but just turned around slowly and looked at the soldier in front of him with a lifeless right eye. He saw a strange face that suddenly became very scared: "What does it have to do with Zhuge Liang?"

After saying coldly, before the soldier could react, Wang Yao quickly grabbed the soldier's blade with his backhand, and folded it slightly. With a "ding" sound, the long knife made of pure iron suddenly turned into two pieces.

Wang Yao's current defense and attack power are no longer something that ordinary soldiers can do. After breaking the opponent's weapon, Wang Yao did not hesitate and directly raised his foot and swept the opponent's ankle. The soldier was caught off guard and fell to the side of the ground. However, before his head was even touched, he was kicked in the face by Wang Yao. The fierce power directly made the leading soldier fly out more than ten meters away!

“Bold!”

"How dare you hit our five elders?!"

"Damn it, go!"

Wang Yao suddenly made a ruthless move, and immediately angered the other soldiers around him. With his roar, he rushed around frantically.

Facing the five tall and strong soldiers, Wang Yao still had no expression on his face, but the desperate anger was almost bursting his chest, causing him to decide for the first time to use violence to solve the problem.

His right leg thrust into the chest of the first soldier who was rushing towards him and kicked him away. After he tilted his arm, he elbowed up and hit the second soldier's chin, knocking him to loosen his front teeth and fell to the ground. At this time, the third soldier had already kicked him with a flying leg. Wang Yao quickly made a quick hand and slightly gave in, holding his thigh with his backhand. The other hand turned into a knife, and broke the third soldier's thigh with a "click".

"Woo!!" The third soldier screamed and hugged his thighs and lay directly on the ground.

"Damn it!" The fourth soldier's eyes turned red, and he roared and raised the long sword in his hand, and tried to cut from behind Wang Yao, but he was also kicked by Wang Yao's quick turn and kick, making his chest sunken, and blood spurted out.

The four strong soldiers killed Wang Yao in just three seconds!

Seeing this, the remaining fifth soldier felt a chill on his back. At first, the six men in their team saw that Wang Yao was scary, but they were covered with blood-stained bandages, so they thought they could cover them at all. However, they didn't expect that they would kill five people in an instant in one meeting!

Is this a soldier?!!

Driven by fear, the fifth soldier's face was pale and he retreated repeatedly. But before he could take a step back, his eyes flashed. Wang Yao had already appeared in front of him, and raised his hand to jammed his neck, and directly picked him up with one hand. Then, he turned around and smashed the soldier's head down to the ground!

Paku—

Like a watermelon falling suddenly from a high altitude, the fifth soldier's head smashed the hard floor, and his blood mixed with his brain splattered all over the floor like a flower!

After ruthlessly killing the last soldier on the spot, Wang Yao stood up and didn't even look at the rest of the soldiers lying on the ground and groaning in pain. He stepped over them, walked to the military tent, raised his hand and opened the tent cloth and walked in.

The extremely generous military tent was a little dim. This was the third time that Wang Yao came to Zhuge Liang's military tent. The same scene, but the people were already different.

At this time, at the top of the military tent, Zhuge Liang sat behind a Zhang Shuai case, holding his forehead with one hand, as if closing his eyes to rest.

Wang Yao looked at this man who claimed to be a peerless wisdom but left his entire army on the enemy's high ground and ignored it, causing nearly a thousand subordinates to die tragically, and he could still rest safely. He became angry on the spot, and evil was on the verge of courage. Without saying a word, he almost used all his strength to throw the level 4 inscription that had been holding tightly in the palm of his hand!

Bang-

Under the overwhelming anger, this throwing power used up Wang Yao's all his strength without any mercy. Although its power was not as powerful as the arrow of the armor-breaking bow, it was not far away!

However......

Only a crisp "pop" sound was heard. Zhuge Liang, who was supposed to be closing his eyes to rest, just raised his hand lightly and easily caught the fourth-level inscription that shot straight into his face.

"Are you...coming?"

With a little weak voice, it came from the drooping face.

Zhuge Liang opened his eyes, slowly raised his head, and looked at the soldier standing below, who was already full of resentment and had an unrecognizable face.

(End of this chapter)
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