Data Wasteland

Three days later, Beiqiao Town.

The clearing was full of people.

There are about seven or eight hundred people, wearing two-color combat uniforms. White letters on a black background, two-thirds of which are painted with the words "Leiguang Group" on the back, and the remaining one-third are white letters on a blue background, with the words "Master Group" painted on the back.

It is early summer in May. At noon, the sun is scorching, but everyone is standing upright, looking intently at the half-collapsed building ahead.

"The battle flag is handed over!"

The sturdy man yelled, and the three trumpeters raised their horns at the same time and blew the low and melodious trumpets.

A tall and thin man holding the flagpole in both hands, strode forward, and handed the three-character Leiguang regiment war flag to the young man who looked like an officer next to him.

Chen Xing took the Leiguang regiment's battle flag from the rat, representing the official takeover of the Leiguang regiment's commander.

He took a step forward, dropped the battle flag on the ground, looked around the audience, and slowly said:

"My life creed has always been simple..."

"That is working hard to make money and live a good life."

"but……"

"There are always people in this world who like to have trouble with others."

"They are self-sufficient and strong, they treat others like grass, trampling on their lives and dignity arbitrarily!"

"So, there is a dream in this world."

"It's hard for me to explain what dreams are."

"But I know that if there is no dream, Shen Guangming will not die in a foreign land, there will be no Chunyan in the world, and we are still struggling on that scorched earth!"

"If there is no dream, Tienuo will not lead us away from the enemy, and we will end up incompletely!"

Following Chen Xing's generous speech, a feeling of grief and anger spread among the soldiers.

He unscrewed the buttons hard and pulled off his shirt, revealing the scorched abyss brand on his shoulders.

"This beast not only kills our brother, but also kills us all!"

"I'll just ask you a word..." He hissed with red eyes and his lungs, "Can you bear it!"

"No!"

The neat roar pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks, shaking the sky and the earth.

Chen Xing stared at the audience, his eyes swept across everyone's face. After a moment of silence, he beckoned to the distance.

A group of soldiers carrying aluminum suitcases trot into the arena, stopped in front of the crowd, stood up and turned around, and then lined up the boxes at Chen Xing's sign.

"Crack!"

The lid of the box flicked open at the same time, and rows of potions were revealed. The red, yellow, blue, green and purple, colorful, crystal liquid shimmered in the afternoon sun.

"Here are eight hundred hero potions."

Before the voice was over, there was a cold breath on the scene, and then whispered to each other.

There was a commotion.

"No, he wants us to inject?" "It will die..." "The leader is not crazy, right?"

Chen Xing's intention is very obvious, is to let everyone inject the hero potion. Instead of sitting here and waiting for death, it is better to fight to the death.

But everyone knows that the death rate of this thing exceeds 85 percent, and the process of death is very painful. The blood vessels and skin burst every inch, like a thousand swords, and tortured to death.

Chen Xing silently watched the soldiers below, and waited until their discussion came to an end, before slowly speaking, "I will not force anyone to use it."

"just……"

"One of our feet has stepped into the coffin."

"Abyss brand, immortal endlessly."

"As long as we live one day, it will create a day's pain and a day's fear."

"If death is a matter of time..."

"Then, are you willing to use the only remaining and lingering time in exchange for a chance."

"In exchange for a chance to stand here and charge that animal."

"Tell it, we are the brothers of Tienuo, we are the same upright, we would rather die than surrender!"

Everyone clenched their fists, their eyes were red, but they were still silent, and no one dared to stand up.

The use of hero potions requires the courage to face life and death and the pride of the world.

Only with the determination to die can there be a ray of life.

Not everyone has the consciousness to become a hero. Fear of death is human nature, and ants can even survive. As long as they can live for a minute or a second, who is unwilling?

In the silent silence, a figure appeared more and more.

The body is tall and fat, like a small mountain bag.

big cat!

Chen Xing's eyes rounded. The big cat glanced at him.

In an instant, Chen Xing understood the meaning in the other's eyes.

Brothers, if you don't support you at this time, when will you wait!

I saw the big cat walk up to the box a few steps, grabbed the hero potion inside, tore the aluminum foil, and pulled out the needle cover. Without hesitation, he plunged into the blood vessel, and all the medicine went in.

Chen Xing closed his eyes. Big cat is such a person, usually silent and unambiguous at critical moments.

Under the gaze of everyone, the big cat stepped aside, sat down against the half-remaining wall, and waited for the power of the medicine to come into play.

When everyone's attention was focused on the big cat, a thin figure sneaked up to the side of the box, picked up a hero potion, and injected it into the blood vessel of his arm.

"Lao Ji!"

Several soldiers in the master regiment saw it, and suddenly yelled.

Lao Ji is over 70, according to ordinary people's standards

, It was already a twilight year, and the body could not withstand the transformation of the hero potion.

The original gray skin was flushed abnormally, and Old Ji's whole face was red, as if he was a teenager suddenly younger.

After a few seconds, the footsteps suddenly became vain and staggered, as if drunk.

"Old Ji, you!"

A few people who knew each other quickly gathered around and supported Lao Ji.

"Hahaha, cool, cool!"

Old Ji laughed, took out a wine bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and poured it down.

"Cool, cool!"

With a smile, his ears began to bleed, followed by his nose and eyes, like a dead man crawling out of hell, shocking.

Hero potions are arguably the deadliest poison in the world. Once you drink it, there is no cure. Zion, the prince of Ice Blue City, died suddenly after he drank the hero potion of Triliss mixed in the liquor. He bleeds from seven holes that night.

"My old life was taken back. If it hadn't been with the group leader, I would still be in that ghost place where birds don't shit."

"All day for half-stuttering, trying to eat, living a life like a person!"

"In the past few years, I have lived out what I have never tasted before in most of my life."

"I am happy, I am happy!"

"It's worth it in my life!" Old Ji patted his chest vigorously, "I'm worth it!"

He grabbed the bottle and took a big sip of the wine. Suddenly, his body stiffened, his face up to the sky, with a "poof", spraying out a canopy of blood mist.

After the last madness, the blood on Lao Ji's face gradually faded, turning gray and pale, and finally fell down, no longer alive.

When he left, he still had a smile on his face, as if he had seen something happy and beautiful.

Old Ji's death aroused the courage of the soldiers. Life is only a few short decades. If you want to live, you need to live happily, with a taste, trembling, and panic like a rat. What a way of living!

A large number of soldiers rushed forward, picking up the hero potions one by one, pulling out the needle cap, and injecting them.

Half an hour later, this clearing became a veritable purgatory on earth. The tragic howling resounded across the sky, sometimes violent, sometimes desperate, sometimes unwilling, heart-piercing, and it made people hairy.

The soldiers of the North Bridge Regiment were alarmed by the howling, and they walked out of the camp and climbed up to the high ground to look around. Then they saw a scene they will never forget.

The distorted faces and **** bodies are like living souls tumbling and struggling in a pan. Suffering, life is better than death.

Even the veterans who had experienced many battles were shocked by this extremely tragic picture.

They raised their hands silently and saluted these heroes who were not afraid of death.

Volume Four, Dragon River Double Kings, End.

The fifth volume is full of heads, so stay tuned...