The enemy has appeared on the horizon.

If it is a sunny day and they are on the same altitude line, then each other's appearance on the horizon means that each other... is only five kilometers away. This distance is almost instantaneous for the Army's mechanized units.

Nearly six hours have passed since the crossing battle.

The sky was a little brighter, which was originally a dawn that symbolized hope, but at this time it brought bad news to Qingchen...

Qing Chen murmured while carrying Boss He on his back: "Boss He, I'm afraid we are going to be brothers and sisters. I was still planning in my mind just now, and I will set up a cemetery for you on Whale Island. Then you can take a look at Kyushu and Kunlun. , The development of Time Walker Academy, this prosperous world is as you wish. Now it seems that it has to be as we both wish..."

At this moment, Qingchen had already killed for six hours, the knight's cloud was exhausted, the power bank entered the CD, the thunder in his body was squandered, and the puppet he controlled was dead.

Only the silhouette was still alive and standing beside him. Now, there are many more enemies...

Where does this make sense!

He looked around, but it was the moment he turned around that he suddenly felt a piercing pain from the three ribs he was kicked by the Duke of Silver. It hurts a little bit to move.

In the case of a fracture, the first time a fracture is not painful, the brain will even generate self-protection signals to block the pain.

However, when the brain's self-protection time is over for a few minutes, it judges that you can't die, and it will completely let go of the pain, making you grin in pain. Qing Chen sucked in a breath of cold air. He felt that at the three broken bones under his ribs, if he moved casually, it was like being stabbed with three sharp knives.

If he hadn't had the dragon fish to bless his bones, I'm afraid that previous kick would have kicked him to death.

"It's really a house leak and it's raining all night, Boss He," Qingchen didn't know what was wrong with him. He just felt that he was alone in this battlefield, and he always wanted to find someone to talk to. He didn't even care that the other party would will not answer.

has come to a dead end.

Qingchen couldn't think of any good way to break through.

He didn't even know what to do to survive.

He just made a serious promise to the boss behind him: "I will take you home."

A knight's promise.

The next moment, Qingchen carefully analyzed the distribution of the enemy's forces.

The east side is definitely not allowed to go, there is the royal family's air fleet, there is no way to get these airships by yourself. The silver city group armies in the west, north and south are all about the same number, each of which is an army field division with nearly ten thousand people.

The surrounding terrain is open, and only the forest from the southwest direction that he killed before can block his vision.

But the next moment, the enemy's drone has seen Qingchen above the sky...

Qingchen originally planned to use the shadow to enter the battlefield, and use that powerful method of breaking the formation to tear a way out for himself.

As a result, the opponent did not intend to continue to approach at all.

However, after discovering Qingchen, the Silver City Group Army immediately deployed the artillery fire matrix on the spot, and immediately completed the coverage of the area where Qingchen was located with firepower. "Fuck!"

Qingchen couldn't take care of the pain in his chest anymore, turned around and ran towards the woods in the northwest direction. If he didn't run, he would die!

However, the efficiency of the Silver City Group Army was faster than expected, but a salvo of artillery fire was seen on the horizon, and the momentum was astonishing as the roar of dragons and tigers.

This is the first time that Qingchen has seen so many artillery fires at the same time, and the opponent directly completed the fire coverage of the entire five-kilometer radius with three army artillery positions!

Qingchen felt a little numb when he saw the firelight in his peripheral vision.

Because of the different artillery in the east and west continents, even if he saw the elevation angle of the muzzle, he couldn't calculate the opponent's ballistics at all, because he didn't know the weight of the loaded gunpowder at all.

At this time, the shells flew across the distance of several kilometers...Fight!

Bet!

The next moment, Qingchen put Boss He on the ground, and he actually covered it with his own body and covered himself with two shadows!

Cover Boss He tightly!

However, he saw that the hands of the two shadows were deeply embedded in the soil to prevent them from being blown away by the shock wave of the explosion. Qingchen also pierced the ground with a blood-red sword to stabilize his body.

At this time, he could only pray that no shells landed right beside him!

The so-called artillery fire coverage does not mean dropping artillery shells on every square meter of the coverage area and ploughing the ground thoroughly.

Instead, we need to calculate the damage radius of artillery shells. For example, if the damage radius of a shell is 80 meters, then the shell coverage is one per 70 meters to 80 meters.

usually.

Artillery fire coverage is about dropping artillery shells at a distance of 10 meters to 80 meters. This dense degree depends entirely on the lethality of the artillery shells. But Qingchen felt that the Silver City Army must have hated him now, and the artillery fire would definitely be more intense!

The shells fell.

In an instant, Qingchen only felt the ground rumble and vibrate, and the harsh explosions rose and fell, and there was only a buzzing sound in his ears.

Two shells landed on his left and right ten meters respectively!

Qingchen immediately came to a conclusion that the opponent used a shell with a killing radius of 60 meters to hit the area only 20 meters apart. The other party is sending himself on the road in a way that is completely irrespective of the cost.

One after another, the shrapnel hit the two shadows, and the pain was fed back to the host, and the pained Qingchen almost fainted.

At this moment, several shrapnel two-finger-wide splashed, they penetrated through the gap protected by the shadow, and were deeply embedded in Qingchen's legs, waist, and arms. This artillery fire coverage is too dense, even if there are two shadows to help him block the disaster, it is still impossible to block all the damage.

Qingchen only felt a burst of despair.

However, when the first round of artillery fire stopped for a short time, he shook off all distractions and got up.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that Boss He's body was unharmed. Qing Chen gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "Boss He, let's go to the end of the world together!"

While speaking, he took advantage of the gap between the artillery fire to pick up He Jinqiu's body, limped around the crater, and ran out a few dozen meters.

And then do the same trick again!

This time, Qingchen already had vague parameters. When he observed the elevation angle of the opponent's muzzle, he probably chose a position where the shells landed in the center.

The booming gunfire sounded again, and Qing Chen could no longer hear the outside world.

He could only feel his own breathing, heartbeat, and tinnitus.

The sound of the pulse, as if the blood was flowing, became extraordinarily clear.

After the boiling and noisy round of artillery fire, more than ten pieces of shrapnel were embedded in Qingchen's arms and thighs again. Fortunately, he did calculate the correct trajectory, and this time the parameters were clearer.

I am afraid that the commander of the Silver City Army would never have imagined that there are people in this world who try to survive in the area covered by artillery fire.

They never imagined that the other party really survived two salvos!

However, when Qingchen wanted to calculate the ballistic trajectory of the cannonball again, he suddenly found that his surroundings were covered with gunpowder smoke... He couldn't see the elevation angle of the cannon at all. He can't see each other, and the other party can't see him.

But Silver City Group Army regardless of these, regardless of whether you can see it or not, let's finish firing a base number of ammunition first!

The amount of ammunition for a base is different for each unit. For example, the base of ammunition for an automatic rifle is 300 bullets, the base of ammunition for a mortar is 120 shells, and the base of ammunition for a large-caliber self-propelled artillery is 40.

In other words, if Qingchen didn't escape, he would have to go through at least forty rounds of the pain just now...

In theory, after a salvo of artillery fire of a cardinal number, even the demigods should be killed in this coverage area. Qing Chen can only live if he runs out of this area!

Otherwise, it will be beaten into a sieve sooner or later!

run!

When Qingchen got up again, he only felt that his body was not his own.

Every step he took was a piercing pain. Muscle fibers and skin tissue rubbed against the sharp metal shrapnel. Every movement would aggravate the damage to him. shield.

After all, this is the corpse of a demigod, the opponent's experimental body must be very resistant.

Three bodies cover one person, and finding a good angle can even avoid shrapnel injuries.

In this way, the probability of him going out alive can be increased by at least 5%.

But I don't know why, Qingchen just didn't want to do it.

He felt that he might be a little hypocritical, maybe a little unrealistic. He didn't know what he was thinking, he just didn't want to do it. Before it was released, Qing Chen would definitely be the first to laugh at his current self. But he suddenly thought.

After the corpse of Boss He will be revealed to the world, there must be many people attending the memorial service, right? At that time, everyone will take turns to come forward to offer him flowers, and then take turns to look at Boss He under the glass cover and say goodbye.

Qingchen hopes that He Jinqiu at that time is still the same as he is today, at least not with a shrapnel in his face, it would be too ugly. Of course, this is also what he thinks about casually. The funeral home has a beautician.

In the final analysis, he just wanted to bring an intact Boss He home.

A comrade-in-arms who died in a foreign country should be taken by someone through gunfire and gunpowder, through woods and streams, over mountains and plains, and back to the place where he was born and raised. He should lie in that peaceful world, waiting for the prosperous world to come.

The next moment, Qingchen ran out for a few dozen meters and then crawled again, and then ran out for a few dozen meters after the artillery fire stopped. He had begun to forget the pain, and he had even begun to gradually forget where he was.

There is only one thing left in my mind, go home. go home.

Qingchen got up again and again and fell down again and again, but at this moment, the enemy suddenly adjusted the gun range, and a cannonball happened to land three meters beside him.

In an instant, Rao was he and the shadow trying to fix their bodies, and they were inevitably overturned by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

Fortunately, the main shadow helped him block the direct damage in this direction, otherwise he would die tragically on the spot!

Qingchen was overturned in the crater next to him, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood... His internal organs were all dislocated.

But he didn't care about this, and he didn't wait for the smoke to dissipate, and immediately crawled out of the crater to check if Boss He was okay.

Qingchen was suddenly relieved, Boss He was intact!

He smiled hoarsely and said, "Boss He, Boss He, you are lucky!"

However, Qingchen's own luck was not so good.

He looked down, and saw a shrapnel the size of a palm stuck in his abdomen, and the blood was gushing out. If the hole was bigger, I am afraid that the intestines would flow out.

At this moment, Qingchen only felt that all his thoughts were gone... He couldn't run anymore.

In fact, once a normal person finds that he is covered by artillery fire, he may only run away blindly, or lie on the ground blindly, waiting for the moment of death.

But Qingchen was never the one to admit defeat.

Even here is hell.

Even if he only has a one in ten million chance of survival, he wants to give it a try. But the question is, can he keep trying now?

or give up.

There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up, as long as you lie down here, everything will be over. Qing Chen suddenly laughed: "Fuck you, even the demigods have been killed, are you still afraid of this?"

The next second, he actually stood up again, struggling to pick up Boss He again, he gritted his teeth and roared and stood up. Continue to walk forward slowly.

The distant artillery fire flashed, and a new round of artillery fire coverage came.

Qingchen couldn't calculate the ballistics, he could only gamble his life.

"Boss He, let's bet on whether our lives are tough enough! If it's not tough enough, wait for me below, and I'll come right away! Let's go to Yama Temple and tick off our names from the book of life and death!"

Seeing that they were only 200 meters away from the woods, Qingchen roared and sprinted frantically. The main shadow and the second shadow were guarding him on both sides. He wanted to bet whether he could rush over directly!

But his life didn't seem to be hard enough. A cannonball spun out of the cannon barrel, and the end of the curved trajectory was clearly Qingchen's direction.

has a cold knowledge.

When you hear the strange screeching sound of a cannonball on the battlefield, don't think about anything else, and don't take a chance, the cannonball is right at you.

Qingchen heard the scream.

The cannonball passed through the layers of gunpowder and fog, and passed through the fate-arranged ending.

People often say that before death, people will look back on their life like a lantern, time is like a freeze frame, even the **** of death has accommodated you for a few seconds, allowing you to look back suddenly. Ke Qingchen didn't look at his life before the age of 17. That life seemed to be shrouded in shadows, and it was very good.

Nothing to remember.

Qingchen's marquee started after he was 17 years old. It started at Prison 18.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Prison No. 18 again. Where that dream began.

He sat opposite the Master again, as he had done before.

The cannon that hit the head.

The brave soldier who crossed the river.

Everything seems to be back where it was.

Qingchen said: "Master, I may be dying, thank you. If I hadn't come here to become your apprentice, I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many stories behind. Of course, I may die at the age of 18, but this is more than half a year. , is more precious to me than life. Master, I am gone."

In that mind, Li Shutong suddenly raised his head and looked at his apprentice seriously: "You can't die."

Qingchen: "Huh?"

The shells are falling!

Boom!

There is another chapter at 12pm

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