Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The loss in this battle was much smaller than expected. Perhaps because the people under the shogunate did not have any special rebellious emotions, the victory went smoothly. Furthermore, because Fang Lang assassinated the person who led them in time, the next battle was even easier.

Most of the people who will resist fiercely are those who are directly under the high-ranking official who was assassinated by Fang Lang, so they are so rampant. But those people were either arrested or killed, and they had no ability to resist. After clearing the captured government buildings, the next step is to collect more intelligence about the celestial beings.

Since the high-ranking officials here were killed, it may take a while for the Celestial Beings to realize that something is wrong, and then send people to investigate here. Fang Lang didn't want to drag the battle any longer, pretending to be an excellent leader like in the stronghold, Fang Lang didn't want to do this anymore. Although Yinshi's words calmed him down a lot, his heart to fight against heaven and humans remained unchanged.

It's a matter of time before the battle, Fang Lang doesn't want to delay any longer. So all he can do is to increase the winning rate as much as possible before going to war.

Not a few warriors were left to garrison, and the street clearing began in just two days.

The feeling of going to the streets this time is completely different from before. There are far fewer heavenly beings in the streets, and they are basically invisible. No one will point fingers at the knives in the waists of warriors, and no one will deliberately find fault with humans. All in all, it's a lot of comfort.

Fang Lang stroked the villager on his waist, feeling relieved by this rare peaceful scene.

As for the disposal of heaven and man, if they can't be driven away, they will be killed directly. Anyway, the things that can stay here are just some hooligans and generally not worthy of respect. Seeing the sweetness of the earth, this group of guys rushed to the ground to bully the people.

Fang Lang told the warriors that there is no need to show mercy to such people. Think how many comrades they killed, how many companions.

The turmoil of the shogunate did not seem to have affected the streets here, and the shops were still operating as usual, but because there were fewer people, the expressions on the faces of many bosses were no longer so nervous. Occasionally a child runs by.

That's what a normal street really looks like.

The introduction of advanced technology by heaven and man is not all bad, at least the houses have been remodeled to be very modern. Even Fang Lang disliked the previous thatched and wood house. It's just that none of these modern rooms are reserved for human beings. One of Fang Lang's purging purposes is to bring back the expelled humans.

"The wine you want."

The grandmother at the grocery store put the wine and change that Fang Lang asked for on the table.

Fang Lang took the drink and stuffed the change into his pocket.

He noticed the grin on the old woman's face.

So he responded with a smile. "The weather is really nice today."

"Yes, yes... There used to be spaceships flying around, but today I can finally look at the sky..."

Following Fang Lang's words, she looked towards the sky.

Fang Lang also looked at the sky together, the blue sky was dotted with white clouds.

In this world, it is rare to see the complete sky, and there are always spaceships of celestial beings blocking it. This was Fang Lang's thought when he first arrived.

But after two days of purging, not only the gods and humans in the streets and alleys were expelled, but even the heavens were affected by warnings, and there were fewer and fewer people coming and going.

Then they will definitely make dissatisfied voices.

But I will talk about the next thing later, and now I should enjoy the short-term peace first.

Fang Roman walks in the path, and when he walks alone, he always thinks about many things. But he couldn't remember anything. For example, he wanted to recall things from a long time ago, but there was nothing. He only remembers the things in this world, and he doesn't remember anything before. He vaguely remembered who should be beside him, but when he thought about it carefully, it was the faces of Takasugi and the others.

Although abandoning the past made him feel very sorry for the past experience, but the past has nothing to do with the present self. He is a brand new self. He only needs to think about how to save them this time.

This is the agreement between him and Songyang, an agreement made with blood.

After walking outside for a long time, the hand holding the wine was a little hurt from being pulled by the plastic bag. Fang Lang felt that it was time to go back. I've been looking at the sky all day today, and my neck is a little sore.

Fang Lang stopped in place and looked up at the sky.

I always feel that I didn't like to look up at the sky before, because the sky is always cloudy.

But today's weather made Fang Lang quite satisfied.

The more peaceful the atmosphere, the more people want to protect it. No matter who it is, they will probably feel the same way.

In Fang Lang's eyes, this is like an extremely beautiful landscape painting, and no one can destroy him in front of Fang Lang.

"Well, it's time to go back."

Also walked outside for a while. Fang Lang lowered his head, rubbed his sore neck, closed his eyes and smiled lightly.

Where they belonged, there were still people waiting for him to bring the wine back.

Fang Lang changed the wine and held it in another hand, looking at the red marks on his fingers drawn by the plastic bag, as if he could see the blood flowing under the skin.

Fang Lang occasionally felt that he was not a person living in reality.

There is power in his body that he has not yet realized, and he always feels that he is not real but illusory. He appeared in this world rashly, and he didn't even know his past. It was Teacher Songyang who gave him the direction of the future. Although this is not what Fang Lang himself wants to do, it at least has a goal.

The encounter with Songyang was probably the happiest thing for Fang Lang after coming here. It's a pity that the happy time didn't last long.

Make a grasp with one hand, interrupt the next thought, and poke your hand into the pocket of your trousers.

No matter how much you think about it, it won't help. It's time to live a good life with your feet on the ground. He has always been a person living in dire straits, and he should take a good rest if he has a chance to breathe. What's more, spending so much time worrying about the future and thinking about the past won't change anything.

Maybe I'm not that good at thinking. Fang Lang smiled easily. On the way back.

He knew his friends would smile at him when he opened the door.

then tell him

"Welcome back." ..