The Whole Country Follows Me Into the World of Gods and Demons Chapter 784

At the foot of the mountain, Lu Yu tied a dagger with one hand and stood quietly in front of the enemy bandit camp. Even in the face of hundreds of muzzles, he did not feel guilty. His peaceful appearance of dying made the enemy bandit commander a little self-doubt.

"superior!"

"kill him!"

The enemy commander casually pointed at the individual.

In the first game, Lu Yu's movement was like a ghost, and he knew the fate of Yinghai soldiers with a single knife, so fast that no one could react.

The body fell to the ground, and Lu Yu wiped the blood from the dagger.

"Next."

On the high ground, the Sichuan soldiers clenched their fists excitedly.

The enemy commander's face was a little gloomy.

He pointed at someone like he didn't believe in evil.

"You go!"

In the second game, there is still no suspense.

One-shot kill, quick and accurate!

Next, the third, the fourth... the fifteenth!

When the fifteenth little devil had his throat cut by Lu Yu, Lu Yu's physical strength also approached the limit, and his vision and hearing were sluggish and dizzy to varying degrees.

This body has reached its limit.

Lu Yu staggered, almost unsteady.

The enemy bandit commander was originally angry and wanted to tear up the promise, but seeing Lu Yu's appearance like this, he smiled sullenly and said, "Next, three people have a round."

Lu Yu raised his tired eyes and smiled disdainfully.

The enemy commander was furious: "Three people! You have no right to object! Either fight! Or admit defeat now! I'll give you a treat!"

On the high ground, the Sichuan soldiers were trembling all over.

What they saw was not a master with a knife, but a hero who used his life to create miracles while delaying time.

The head of the regiment wiped away his tears: "Our Sichuan son is a good one. Who dares to say that our Sichuan army is a coward, we should really come and see him!"

At the foot of the mountain, Lu Yu clenched the dagger again, and wiped the dirty blood near the eye socket with his other hand: "Come on, continue."

In the sixteenth game, Lu Yu confronted three devils.

It is very difficult, and you will be stabbed to death if you are not careful.

Lu Yu forced the potential of this body to break through the limit, continue to secrete adrenaline, dodge the attack, and finally get to know the three devils at the price of winning.

The seventeenth game continues.

Lu Yu struggled and won.

However, the eighteenth, the nineteenth... the twenty-five.

Lu Yu couldn't hold it any longer. He used a dagger to kill forty-five little devils with his thin body that had been starving for months. His physiological limit was approached and broken again and again, and his adrenaline was drained again and again. Secretion, and finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Forty-five devils.

The enemy commander couldn't help it.

"Next time, five!"

In the twenty-sixth game, five devils attacked Lu Yu at the same time, and at every angle there was a steel knife to pierce through Lu Yu.

Lu Yu's mouth was dry, his mind was blurred, he was holding a dagger and doing weak movements, even though he had powerful killing skills, but he was unable to use it, and it was the end...

Thirty times.

Lu Yu fell.

He was pierced through the body by five steel knives.

After falling down, he fell heavily on the ground.

When he was walking towards the end of his confusion, he turned his head and looked around. There were densely packed corpses of little devils. Seventy corpses of little devils were all killed by his throat slit...

At this time, the voice of a large army came from a distance.

Lu Yu shivered and looked at the sound, the corners of his mouth rising weakly.

In the distance, is the flag of the Sichuan Army.

The ground was shaking, and the Sichuan army finally arrived.

It came faster than the enemy reinforcements.

The enemy's commander's face changed greatly, he took out his pistol, and pulled the trigger on Lu Yu's forehead. With a bang, Lu Yu was quiet.

On the high ground, the Sichuan soldiers gritted their teeth and burst into tears.

Together they took off their tattered military caps and bowed their heads to Lu Yu.

"That's our Chuan son..."

The head of the regiment, a big man, burst into tears.

In the end, the high ground failed to hold.

It didn't take long for the Sichuan army to arrive. When they were exchanging fire with the enemy bandits at the foot of the mountain, reinforcements from the enemy bandits also came. Tanks and planes came on stage, and the Sichuan army was dispersed without much effort.

Hundreds of thousands came to aid the Sichuan army, but there were less than a few thousand left.

But no one flinched.

Before dying, countless Sichuan soldiers also held the bolted grenades in their hands, and perished with the surrounding Yinghai soldiers in the thick fire and smoke.

The high ground was eventually lost.

The enemy bandits climbed up to the high ground, used the high ground as a junction, and gathered their troops wantonly.

The place where Lu Yu died had been crushed to the ground by the tracks of the tank. The dagger, which was stained with the blood of seventy-five devils, fell into the soil and slept with the mountains and rivers.

Many years later, the war was won.

In the Shuchuan Basin, there are rumors that the Sichuan Army returned to Sichuan, but it was not the living Sichuan Army who returned, but the loyal Sichuan Army who died in battle. They were wearing tattered military uniforms and carrying rifles that had long been eliminated. Uniform, but all the ghosts returned to their hometown.

In a small town in the Shuchuan Basin, at night, everyone had already gone to bed, and suddenly there were uniform footsteps outside. People were woken up by the footsteps and went out, but they didn't find anyone.

But strange things, the sound of footsteps still echoed in the air, accompanied by the light and foggy Chuanshu minor.

People looked at each other.

At the end of the alley, a ghost appeared.

That was Lu Yu, but not just Lu Yu.

Behind Lu Yu are countless loyal souls of the Sichuan Army.

At that moment, people in the town burst into tears. They knew that their child had returned, but this return made everyone unwilling to believe it was a fact.

Sichuan Army returns to Sichuan...

That night, every family hung up white silk.

The ever-bright lights are on, and the whole town is brilliant.

There are voices calling for their children everywhere.

There is no son-in-law everywhere, and there are no son-in-law in ten rooms and nine households.

In the sixth generation, Lu Yu left without regret.

"Even the soldiers at the lowest level, in the darkest times, are not lacking warriors who have a heart for the light. There is darkness in this world, but there are more people who want to break the darkness."

On the only square in the town, a monument of heroes was built. Lu Yu and all the Sichuan soldiers who died in battle were engraved on the monument~www.mtlnovel.com~ On a sunny day, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and a group of naughty children raised Running around the square with a kite, he accidentally knocked down the blood dedicated to the loyal soul of the Sichuan Army many years ago.

Someone immediately reprimanded the child.

And on the hero monument, a group of misty figures looked at the person who reprimanded the child with displeased faces.

"What to scold? Don't scold!"

"I went out to fight in Sichuan, the picture is now like this, let the children run, just run, I am happy to see it!"

Standing beside this group of veteran ruffians, Lu Yu couldn't help laughing as he watched them reprimand the descendants with red faces, and then looked at the town that had already entered the modernization era, and the children who didn't guard the war.

In this world, the darkness is heartbreaking, but the light is even more warm. The reason why you sacrifice your life to fight for certain things is because those things, such as these children, will let people know that the light is beautiful and worth fighting for.

Chapter end

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