I was Born in Hell

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The sound of Wu Ze's clothes being torn was heard, and four tentacles emerged from the back of his spine.

Each of them is like wriggling darkness, without real flesh and blood, mixed with powerful consciousness energy, sometimes turning into long whips, sometimes turning into thick black stone pillars, sometimes sweeping away like sharp blades Pass.

The situation immediately reversed.

The power of the shadow touch is stronger than the physical body. Wu Zheng dodged the whip knife by surprise, but was hit by a black stone pillar, and another vague wriggling shadow turned into a giant fist and hit him hard. Will go bombarded into the ground.

Rumble! !

The entire floor collapsed, and Wu Zheng's body continuously crushed the six-story ceiling and fell to the ground on the first floor.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Wu Zheng was suppressed by the Shadow Touch, roaring continuously, his strength and potential were gradually released, the skin on the surface of his body gradually became hot, the blood flowed wildly all over his body, and his whole body was emitting white mist like a steam engine.

"Stop it."

"Wu Zheng, and this friend from the Dawn Alliance."

The battle became more and more fierce, but at this moment, the voice of a white-haired general stopped.

This general is over sixty years old, and he is no longer as tall and mighty as he used to be. He has a slightly bent back and a not very flexible right leg. There is a god, exuding a strange majesty.

Wu Ze recognized at a glance that he was the real decision maker in this base.

The squirming Shadow Touch retracted into his body, and Wu Ze jumped back slightly, standing near the gate on the first floor.

The crooked figure slowly walked down, Wu Zheng's violent power gradually dissipated, and he lowered his head respectfully: "Father."

Father? ?

This majestic man is surprisingly Wu Zheng's father, Wu Lie.

This name can tell what kind of character he is. I think he was an iron-blooded and domineering man back then. He made countless contributions and finally came to this Panshan base to assume the position of commander.

"Wu Zheng, do you think you can defeat Mr. Wu Ze?" Commander Wu Lie's voice softened, and the hot-blooded Wu Zheng immediately stood up and said solemnly: "Although Mr. Wu Ze is very powerful, I am confident!!"

"Too much self-confidence is not a good thing. Mr. Wu Ze did his best if you didn't do your best?" Commander Wu Lie shook his head and turned to face Wu Ze: "Mr. Wu Ze, from the Dawn Alliance Determination I have seen."

With just a few words, Commander Wu Lie has resolved the conflict.

As the commander, he also has to think about the entire base, and the retreat plan is also under consideration. He has never expressed his attitude, but after witnessing Wu Ze's strength, he finally made up his mind: "General Wu Zheng is already the Panshan base. The representative of the highest combat power, Mr. Wu Ze has equal ability, enough to see the sincerity of the Dawn Alliance."

"Until reinforcements arrive, the Panshan Base will be able to defend to the death!!"

The old commander's words were sonorous and powerful, and the generals around him didn't even have a chance to refute.

Wu Ze can be regarded as a diplomat.

But the strength of a diplomat is so terrifying, which is enough to prove that the strength of the Dawn Alliance's reinforcements should not be underestimated. In all fairness... Panshan Base is not willing to let Wu Zheng, the ace with top combat effectiveness, easily leave the base to serve as a diplomatic liaison to the outside world.

Wu Ze nodded and left the army headquarters building.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. This guy who just killed a general just let him leave like this? ?

"Reinforcement... the feeling of putting everything on someone else,

It's really depressing. "

The old commander Wu Lie looked at the leaving figure, exhaled slowly, pondered for a moment, turned around and gave the order: "Everyone, enter the state of preparation for battle!!"

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Hurrah

The cold wind howled, and the forest was as cold as a knife.

The fortifications of the Panshan base have already been cast.

A large number of elite troops are also preparing to enter the battlefield, and those high-strength personnel who were originally prepared to "evacuate" have been dispatched to various combat positions.

Fight to the death! !

The decisive battle to the end! !

The commander issued a death order, and all combatants in the base will use up their last bullet and shed their last drop of blood.

Rows of tanks drove out of the city wall, and hundreds of mortars aimed at the maximum attack range. The dark barrels exuded a special metallic luster under the light, and tons of shells were piled up not far away. Battle preparations have entered the final stage. state.

The frontline trenches are the first line of defense, also known as the "line of death."

If the first line of defense is breached, there will be a second line of defense to fill in, then the third, fourth, fifth... In other words, they are cannon fodder, and this line of death is the first cannon fodder.

There is no doubt that he must die.

The soldiers in this trench have decided their final fate before the battle begins.

"The meal is here, the meal is here."

The big pot of rice smelled fragrant, and the cooking soldiers served the hot white rice and meals.

"This is... meat??"

"It's meat, it's really fragrant, pork belly!!"

I don’t know how long it has been since these soldiers smelled the smell of meat. The pork belly in the meal is mouth watering, and the richness of the carrot and mutton mixed in the soup is also blissful. After taking a sip, they feel warm all over their bodies .

A soldier put the food into his mouth, but cried unconvincingly: "In the past, before people died, they would give a meal of decapitated food and eat some good food. This is our decapitated meal, right? ??"

As soon as these words came out, many people became silent.

The surprise brought by the smell of meat dissipated a lot, and there was the sound of chopsticks chopping rice all around. In fact, they knew very well in their hearts that as cannon fodder on the "thread of death", they were absolutely doomed.

"Why are you crying, you have a bit of backbone, we are soldiers."

"It is our honor to die on the battlefield."

An officer filled a bowl of broth, drinking it deliciously, while comforting his subordinates with a smile.

He put the bowl on the table, and continued slowly: "Actually, I am also very scared. No one wants to die, but I still have to smile and comfort you, so that you don't have to be afraid."

The officer's truth surprised the soldiers. They didn't expect the always serious officer to be afraid of death.

But it's strange, such words make people feel a lot more at ease, at least more real than those slogans that treat death as home.

"Look, that's our Commander Lu."

The officer pointed to a certain high-ranking official in the middle of the trench. He was one of the commanders in the high-level base and could be regarded as the most powerful group of people, but at this moment his fate was no different from that of the soldiers.

He also needs to bear cannon fodder here and give various orders.

"What is Commander Lu doing?"

A soldier asked curiously, Commander Lu was lying on the trench writing uncle, which made one wonder what he was doing.

"He's writing a suicide note."

"Maybe it's for your lover and child?"

suicide note.

Commander Lu has already made this kind of awareness, but there is a tragic look in just a few words.

The suicide note doesn't have much content.

It is probably:

My son personally opened it, and the words are like faces.

It is an honor for my father to participate in the battle this time, and he will sacrifice his life on the battlefield.

If the Panshan base falls, the three of us will gather under the spring.

If the Panshan base survives, even though you are young, you should take care of your mother after your father leaves and take on the responsibility of being a man in the family.

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i was born in hell