The Whole Country Follows Me Into the World of Gods and Demons Chapter 237

Beneath the battle line, these Buddhist practitioners radiated golden light all over their bodies, releasing the Buddhist scriptures they had been cultivating, trying to block the torrent of bullets pouring down from their heads.

It is a pity that the Buddhist scriptures they have always believed in are just genetic cultivation methods in disguised form.

The bodies of the Buddhist practitioners were pierced by bullets, the Buddhist clothes were torn apart by bullets, and even the Buddhist scriptures they held tightly in their hands were smashed into powder.

This line of defense was instantly stained with blood, witnessing a mass killing that was forced and helpless, but the soldiers had no choice.

We can be lenient with you, but we will never tolerate you trampling on our bottom line!

The cultivators died in an instant, and their bodies were beaten into blood clots, but this still could not stop the other cultivators who were still surging behind.

There are 300,000 Buddhist practitioners gathered here. If they were scattered, it would be enough to cover a ten-kilometer plain. In just one minute, one-tenth of their mighty crowd was wiped out.

In just one minute, all 30,000 Buddhist practitioners died!

The gunshots stopped abruptly, and the officers put down the hot and red God-killer Gatling, and roared: "Everyone back up, don't get close to the battle line!"

The cultivators looked at the mountains of blood and corpses of their companions, and first they froze in place, trembling all over, and then more waves erupted.

"They're going to kill our companions, kill our Buddha!"

"Everyone, go ahead and avenge our comrades!"

The overwhelming cultivators were completely furious. They held tree trunks, stones, and everything around them that could be used as weapons. They reconvened into waves, stepped on a thick layer of corpses of their companions, and rushed toward the defense line again.

When the old monks who came over saw this scene, their hearts were cut to pieces. They couldn't care about anything anymore, and they scrambled and ran forward, constantly shouting, "Don't rush anymore, you are all going to die!"

It is a pity that the Buddhist practitioners who used to be very obedient to these old monks are now like beasts without ears, and they are charging towards the front regardless of the old monks who are trying their best to dissuade them.

The old monks looked at the reactivated guns on the front line, and all knelt on the ground in despair, holding the dirt in their hands and shouting loudly: "Soldiers of the Kyushu Kingdom, please stop the killing, look at this dirt, we are all stepping on it. Relatives on the same land, don't start killing people…”

Before the old monks left, the senior officials of Buddhism found them and asked them to bring back the 300,000 Buddhist practitioners near the fifth front, so they rushed here with all their hearts, but they witnessed the tragedy in the world as soon as they arrived.

"Why, why?" the old monks cried, "Why have we come to bring back these ignorant juniors, but you still want to kill them, they are still a bunch of ignorant children."

These old monks are all down-to-earth Buddhist practitioners, and they always have compassion in their hearts. Although Buddhists have always ignored them as if they are stocking, they are still kind-hearted monks in various urban and rural areas.

It's just that today, this group of venerable old monks have all suffered unparalleled heart damage. They stared at the muzzle of the gun on the front line, watched the soldiers in Kyushu open the gun insurance again, and watched the school officers red again. Eyes waved the order, and finally fell helplessly to the ground, staring at the sky with lost eyes.

"Buddha... What the **** is going on in this world?" The old monks murmured like a dream, completely losing their strength.

bang bang bang...

The next moment, the deafening gunshots sounded, the flames spread over half of the sky, and the muzzles on the front spurted flames again.

The bullets that filled the sky washed the world again, frantically tore apart the cultivators who were rushing in front of them, and smashed their bodies into pieces in an instant.

The smell of blood was so strong that the air was pale red.

The earth has been irrigated dark red with blood.

The old monks lay on the ground and could feel the trembling of the ground. One after another corpses fell to the ground, and they closed their eyes in despair.

Pale red tears, secreted from the corners of their eyes, flowed across their vicissitudes of life, and fell into the soil drop by drop.

These old monks, who had been good people for half their lives, finally lost their hearts.

Today's Buddhists do not need compassion, they need people who wholeheartedly do their best for the Buddha and even dedicate their lives. Therefore, Buddhists have ignored the old monks from the beginning, but when these old monks continue to win over young Buddhist practitioners to believe in compassion At last, they couldn't help but move.

To kill a group of people, rather than destroying their bodies, killing their souls really kills them.

"Buddha... compassion is really... isn't it?"

The flames on the front were still spraying, and as long as the group of Buddhist practitioners did not stop charging, the killing would not stop.

Even the command post of the South Asia theater came with an order: "If the shooting has been fired, it will continue to the end, and no one is allowed to try to provoke the focus of the theater on the defense line!"

With the military preparation order from the South Asian Theater, the officers on the Fifth Front no longer have to worry about being dealt with by military law afterwards. At this moment, they only have one belief in their hearts.

That is, resolutely guard the integrity of the front!

The corpses of the Buddhist practitioners~www.mtlnovel.com~ have been piled up in a thick layer of flesh under the front line, but this did not make them fear, but made them fall into a more complete madness.

All Buddhist practitioners seem to be no longer themselves, and no longer care about their own life and death. All of them are charging with the tide. Wherever the people in front are constantly being beaten into blood clots by bullets, they are also stepping on the blood clots.

"Become a Buddha...become a Buddha...become a Buddha."

The Buddhist practitioners stared at the entrance of the battle line, murmuring the desire to become a Buddha, and stretched their hands forward, looking like a zombie.

The war continued to spread, and the soldiers began to replace the barrels in turn. Their firearms had been scrapped due to long-term work, and many of the barrels burst directly.

Rounds of fire, charging again and again, the piles of corpses are getting higher and higher...

It was not until sunset and dusk, when the last Buddhist practitioner died on the charging road, that the soldiers dropped their hot guns.

The eyes of the soldiers were already hesitant, and their expressions were already in a trance. Fortunately, the school officials who had been holding on to their spirits ran in time, slapped them on the forehead and shouted: "What are you doing, war is like this, you have to protect the What you want to protect, and kill all the enemies who peep at him!"

The soldiers calmed down, and many walked out of the defense line in silence, driving the battlefield to sweep military vehicles, and began to clean up this endless **** on earth.

The chariot sweeper was started, and a huge suction force was released from the front of the vehicle, continuously absorbing the corpses and flesh and blood on the ground, and quickly filling the storage tank.

The vultures flew low and dark, then landed on the corpse and began to eat the flesh as if no one else was there.

The soldiers cleaned the battlefield and killed these vultures at will. Although the dead were the enemies who were watching the front line, they still could not bear to let the vultures eat these dead Buddhist practitioners.

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