The King of Special Warfare

Bai Youming watched helplessly as Yang Shaoxiong fell in front of him.

The extremely domineering sword light penetrated into his internal organs, constantly eroding his flesh and blood.

The sky full of thunder spread out centered on Yang Shaoxiong.

That was the power he had accumulated for a long time but never released in the end.

The rays of light continued to spread, rolling over Bai Youming's body, just like that night on the border of Hengguo many years ago, when he crossed the mountains and returned to the territory of Zhongzhou with the seriously injured her in his arms.

Lei Guang isolated the desert from the outside world.

The power that has been condensed for a long time in the half-step invincible realm is dazzling and majestic.

Bai Youming tightly held the knife in his hand, crying in the endless thunder.

Yang Shaoxiong's body is dissipating little by little.

He lay on the ground, looking at the sky above through the thunder.

The scorching sun is slowly sinking.

The setting sun illuminated the sky, with a large sunset glow.

His eyes were a little dazed, but he looked extremely calm.

"Captain."

Bai Youming called out again.

The story of her and Yang Shaoxiong is far from epic.

More than ten years ago, that little girl with a small skill in swordsmanship but a somewhat weak personality was only eighteen years old when her father threw her into the Border Guards.

Yang Shaoxiong was twenty-seven years old that year.

She was stuffed into the frontier regiment by her father.

He was transferred to the Thunder Army by his uncle who was the head of the army.

Yang Shaoxiong was her first group leader.

The twenty-seven-year-old head of the Xunlei Army of the Frontier Guard Corps can be said to have a bright future, and Yang Shaoxiong is also full of vigor.

At that time, Bai Youming was not a soldier or an officer, but the combat staff officer of Yang Shaoxiong's Hidden Thunder Regiment.

At that time, Bai Youming had a weak personality,

Sentimental, and love to cry.

It was Yang Shaoxiong, an officer who was born in the prince's group but was valued in the frontier regiment, who slowly turned her into a soldier.

She likes to watch him go forward on the battlefield.

I like to watch him mess around with the soldiers in his spare time.

I like to see how he stands in front of his troops again and again in the face of danger.

I prefer to see him dare to enter the enemy country alone because of a mistake made by a subordinate, and try his best to save the subordinate who made the mistake.

All his heart and soul were devoted to the army.

At that time, Bai Youming didn't even dare to confess his love to him.

He was silent and stable in the Thunder Army.

From regimental commander, deputy division commander to division commander.

All the way up.

Bai Youming has always been by his side as his combat staff.

His countless achievements in the Thunder Army made him more and more valued by more and more people. In the end, Dongcheng Invincible personally nominated him to the military headquarters. Yang Shaoxiong crossed the threshold of the deputy army in one fell swoop, and was transferred to the Northern Xinjiang Military Region as the commander of the Volcano Army.

In Bai Youming's memory, he seemed to have confessed his love only once.

That is

When he was about to leave the Border Guards, she drank a lot that day.

"do you love me?"

"Like, everybody in the army, I like it."

"I'm not talking about this liking."

"I like it. I like it. In my eyes, the most beautiful ones will always be in the army."

"oh."

"gone."

"goodbye."

Say goodbye, but never see you again.

Time seems to have passed for several years, or many years.

Bai Youming doesn't feel that her first love was a failure, maybe she didn't succeed, it's not unforgettable at all, her life continues, Yang Shaoxiong's figure gradually fades away, and her emotions gradually fade away .

She came to appreciate every fighter.

From the Border Guards, from the East Palace.

The relationship between a man and a woman seems to be getting farther and farther away from her, and she has no intention of touching it at all.

She never thought about seeing Yang Shaoxiong again.

But she saw him when she least wanted to see him.

On the battlefield, flying immortals are like dreams and illusions.

His knife pierced her body without the slightest hesitation.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand, no reason, madness, bloody madness.

Her knife pierced straight into his chest.

Scenes from the past flashed through her mind with incomparable clarity.

Bai Youming raised his hand and wiped away his tears.

Yang Shaoxiong's burly body began to blur.

"Captain."

She called out again.

Yang Shaoxiong, whose eyes were calm and without even the slightest bit of nostalgia, hummed.

"do you love me?"

"like."

"oh."

Yang Shaoxiong looked at the glow of the sky.

The world in front of me began to become dark and blurred little by little.

The desert is getting colder.

Yang Shaoxiong tried his best to smile.

"gone."

"goodbye."

Never see you again.

The raging thunder light slowly extinguished.

Yang Shaoxiong's body turned into flying ash under Ba Lie's sword light.

Bai Youming stood in place.

Her eyes were red and swollen, but her pupils were calm and devoid of emotion.

Countless soldiers of the Volcano Legion around stopped. Their expressions were a little sad and extremely angry, but they were more bewildered.

This is an army where discipline prevails above all else?

Maybe so.

At least for now, Yang Shaoxiong's existence is greater than discipline.

The wind and sand drifted away with Thunder's last ray of light.

The entire Volcanic Legion lost its soul.

"Are you ok?"

Lin Youyou's figure appeared beside Bai Youming.

"fine."

Bai Youming said silently.

"But the way you look now

, which looks bad. "

Lin Youyou smiled wryly.

He doesn't know much about Shura Dao's wayless madman, but he can raise the combat power of a half-step invincible master to a higher level. Tore apart the strongest defense line of the Volcano Legion, and single-handedly killed the old leader who had personally trained her and even admired her.

How could it be okay?

"I am in a bad mood."

Bai Youming held the knife in his hand, his voice was low.

Lin Youyou opened his mouth.

"Today, someone must be responsible for all of this."

Bai Youming raised his head, looking in the direction of the desert prison ahead.

All around her are crowds, densely packed.

"boom!"

A gunshot suddenly broke the silence on the battlefield.

Deep in the crowd, an officer of the Volcanic Legion raised his gun and pointed at Bai Nether's crazy shooting. His eyes were red and he was hysterical: "Execute the order! Avenge the commander!"

Excuting an order.

Yang Shaoxiong's last order before his death.

It is the owner of the Volcano Legion.

All die here!

"kill!"

Countless officers rushed over with red eyes at the same time.

The officer led the soldiers, and rushed towards them with a crazier and fiercer posture than before.

"I can die."

Bai Youming said quietly.

She raised her hand.

The knife in his hand shot at the fairy tale.

Fairy Tale took the knife over.

The next moment, Yang Shaoxiong's knife fell into Bai Youming's hands.

The blade was raised, and the blade in the sun gleamed with scarlet blood.

It is also Yang Shaoxiong's blood.

It is also the blood of White Nether.

"But can you kill me?"

Her slender figure took a step forward.

The blood that soared into the sky suddenly spilled into the crowd, like a rain of blood.

"boom!"

An earth-shattering roar suddenly came from behind the distant Volcano Legion.

Bai Youming rushed into the crowd, unscrupulous and desperate.

Lin Youyou raised her head suddenly.

In everyone's sight, the sky behind the Volcanic Legion has completely turned into a fiery red.

It was as if the entire sky was burning with unparalleled madness.

That was artillery fire.

Endless, cannon fire occupying the entire sky.

At this moment, the Tiger Armored Corps, who had been assisting the Volcanic Corps in combat, seemed to suddenly let go of all their scruples, and countless artillery fires poured over them unscrupulously.

On the battlefield, the burning sky, scattered corpses, and coagulated blood.

One picture after another is like the end of the world.

In the command room of the Tiger Armored Corps, Gu Qianchuan, who came back from the front line with fierce soldiers in his hands, said coldly, "Keep firing, and I will be responsible for the consequences."