On the battlefield, before Ren Xiaosu returned.
Yan Liuyuan vaguely recalled when he first met the Wolf King.
He woke up in the endless darkness of Research Lab 39. His ears were filled with the angry roars of the trapped Experimentals. Those Experimentals had woken up earlier than him.
The young Yan Liuyuan could sense the Experimentals' desire for him. They longed for his flesh and blood, as though it would allow them to become complete humans and not just walking corpses.
He quietly left the place. Unlike the Experimentals, he and Ren Xiaosu were in a hospital ward and not in a cage used to imprison the Experimentals.
It was snowing. Yan Liuyuan walked in the snow in a daze until the warm smell of blood entered his nostrils.
Little Liuyuan trembled in the snow and wanted to escape. But when he turned around, he heard the whimpering of a wolf cub.
He slowly turned around and found the injured wolf cub in the snow. He looked at the wound on its abdomen caused by the wild boar.
After the wolf pack went on a hunt, the wolf cub could no longer keep up with them.
Yan Liuyuan had an inexplicable feeling that this abandoned wolf cub was like himself who had been abandoned by that glorious era.
He found a rock and cut open his wrist. Then he dripped his blood into the wolf cub's mouth.
Even Yan Liuyuan himself did not know what kind of consequences this action would lay for the future.
Therefore, after Yan Liuyuan appeared in town, the legend of the wolf pack in the vicinity of Stronghold 113 gradually spread. It was a pack of wolves that even humans could do nothing about.
When Ren Xiaosu was attacked by the wolves for the first time, when the Wolf King tore open the flesh on his arm, the familiar smell of blood made the Wolf King remember everything.
Ren Xiaosu became the ruthless person who survived the wolf pack's attack.
Later, when Ren Xiaosu first entered Mt. Jing, the Wolf King kept following Ren Xiaosu's footsteps. But all the damage that the group suffered was caused by the Experimentals and the face bugs. Actually, the wolf pack did not really attack them.
The Wolf King followed them cautiously and was treated as a chaser.
The Wolf King sensed a familiar aura. Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan had the same blood flowing in their bodies.
In fact, when Yan Liuyuan first saw the Wolf King, he already knew what was going on. It had been ten years since the day he had fed the Wolf King his blood. The Wolf King had taken ten years to repay his kindness, and in the end, he had sacrificed his own life.
Sometimes, Yan Liuyuan would lament that the Wolf King had done many things that humans couldn't.
"Goodbye, my friend," Yan Liuyuan whispered.
He left with the First Division and never looked back.
Before the Wolf King rushed to the battlefield, he looked back at Yan Liuyuan's back for one last time. As if he had finally let go of something, he turned his head and headed in the opposite direction from Yan Liuyuan.
The Northwest Army soldiers who witnessed this scene suddenly felt that they clearly had no feelings for these wolves. They had only met them a few times.
However, at this moment, everyone felt sorrow from the bottom of their hearts.
At this moment, the wolf pack was heading toward the AI troops. Just before they were about to encounter the enemy, the wolf pack actually split up to avoid the enemy's firepower blockade.
However, this time, the AI once again displayed extremely powerful micromanipulation abilities.
When the wolf pack split up and dispersed, the mechanized troops at the rear, which acted as a fortress to cover for the infantry troops, actually used a precise firepower blockade to contain all of the wolf pack's attacks.
With a roar, Yan Liuyuan's retreating back paused for a moment. He knew that was the sound of the enemy using RPGs.
This AI army of millions of people gradually surrounded the wolf pack with their powerful firepower advantage, forcing them to be unable to move.
After surrounding the wolf pack, the AI army did not stop because it only needed tens of thousands of troops to kill the wolf pack.
And these tens of thousands of people were just a drop in the bucket for it.
The countdown started in three hours.
It seemed like it had been a long time since Ren Xiaosu had left.
They did not know where Ren Xiaosu had gone off to, nor did they know why Ren Xiaosu was running over on foot. They only knew that the first group would inevitably have to fight the AI troops.
The Artificial Intelligence Army behind him formed eight columns and surrounded him in a fan shape.
In this huge army, the armored troops were always at the front line acting as a moving fortress. Behind these moving fortresses, there were even people carrying energy supplies on their shoulders. Once the tanks and armored vehicles ran out of fuel, specialized logistics troops would immediately come to deliver supplies.
In the past, all troops treated the supply lines as their lifeline. However, the AI did not need to do so because there were too many people under its control. The two armies in the Northwest had a total of nearly 10 million people, so it could even carry all of the supplies forward at any time.
As for food, it had always been sourced locally. Most of the things that humans knew could be eaten but were unwilling to eat were considered food by the AI.
The AI army was getting closer and closer and had even formed an encirclement on both sides.
P5092 said, "Wang Yun, take the wounded and leave first. Don't let them drag us down here."
Wang Yun did not know whether to laugh or cry. Even at a time like this, P5092 was still as ruthless as ever.
At this moment, Nonsense, who had been listening to all of this, patted the dust off his body and said with a smile, "Y 'all can leave first. I'll hold them off for a few more minutes."
A few minutes might sound fleeting, but the moment disaster struck, a few minutes were extremely precious.
After saying that, without waiting for anyone to react, Hu Shuo strode towards the artificial intelligence army.
He was facing nearly 10 million people alone. As everyone looked at Nonsense's back, they suddenly felt an irrepressible sense of solemnity.
A hero was old, but an old hero was still a hero.
Nonsense's slightly stooped back, which was due to his age, straightened up. Big Bluff said from behind him, "Actually, it's not your turn to die. It should be us, the Northwest Army."
Nonsense smiled and waved it off. "I don't have anything to worry about anymore. It's time to leave."
Nonsense actually understood everything. When he realized the two AI armies from the Southwest had not appeared on the battlefield, he knew his grandson was probably no longer around.
He did not want Li Shentan to get too lonely on the road, so he was in a hurry.
The moment Nonsense came into contact with the enemy, 24 flying swords that were as thin as cicada's wings flew out of his sleeves and circled around him.
The 24 flying swords were like meteors in the sky, destroying everything in their path with ease.
Nonsense did not stop. He walked straight into the enemy's formation as though he was walking into a deserted place.
The AI army completely surrounded him like a tsunami had engulfed an island.
Zhang Xiaoman looked at Nonsense's disappearing back and suddenly said, "I'll lead the remaining brothers of the 6th Field Division there. Even an old man who has nothing to do with the Northwest can step forward bravely, so there's no reason for the 6th Field Division to cower in the back like cowards. Although I firmly believe we'll be victorious in another three hours, and although it's a pity to die in the darkness before dawn and not be able to see the scene of victory, I, Zhang Xiaoman, don't have much else to offer. I used to be the commander of the Razor Sharp Company, so it's convenient for me to do this now. When it comes to courting death, I'm the best at it. P5092, you're the most rational person right now, so you should know the best choice is to continue leading everyone to retreat. Don't waste the time we've bought. "
After that, he ignored what P5092 had to say and shouted at the soldiers of the 6th Field Division, "Do you dare to die with me? I don't have anything else to say. I can only guarantee I'll die in front of all of you! "
The soldiers of the 6th Field Division suddenly laughed. "You're finally acting like a fucking division commander. If it weren't for what happened today, I would have almost forgotten that you, Zhang Xiaoman, are our division commander!"
Zhang Xiaoman scolded jokingly, "Fucking hell, don't I usually have to hide my abilities in front of Young Marshal?"
"Stop fucking bragging …"
More than 10,000 soldiers of the 6th Field Division chatted as they ran towards the oncoming enemy troops. Zhang Xiaoman chose a location for the battle in the wilderness. Actually, there was not much to choose for it. It was not even easy to find cover in the flat terrain. He just found it pleasing to the eye and had good fengshui.
P5092 calmly watched the people leaving before ordering, "Continue the retreat."
But before Zhang Xiaoman and the others could get far, a steam locomotive was speeding over from afar.
Even from afar, everyone could clearly hear the unique whimper of the steam locomotive.
"Young Marshal is back?"
"Young Marshal is back!"
Everyone's spirits were lifted.
"Something's not right!" Wang Yun looked at the steam locomotive from afar and said, "This steam locomotive only has six sections, and its body is gray, not black. The smoke coming out of the chimney is also gray, not black. That's Wang Congyang! "
Everyone was puzzled. 'Wang Congyang? Isn't that the person Young Marshal tried to kill? Why did he suddenly appear on the battlefield? Wasn't he said to be living in seclusion in the Warlock Nation? '
While everyone was wondering, the gray steam locomotive headed straight for the artificial intelligence's troops from the north.
The armored troops' tanks slowly shifted their muzzles and fired their shells accurately at the steam locomotive.
But just as everyone thought Wang Congyang was going to die, a black cauldron dozens of meters in size suddenly appeared in front of the train and blocked the shells.
Amidst the loud explosion, the black cauldron remained unscathed.
The steam locomotive continued charging forward with the black cauldron on its head. When it was only a kilometer away from the enemy troops, all the soldiers of the Northwest Army saw a flash of light inside the steam locomotive.
The entire ground began to rumble, sweeping toward the artificial intelligence's mechanized troops like a wave.
The momentum of the wave was terrifying, like a tide caused by the gravitational pull of the moon.
In an instant, a huge meteorite suddenly appeared in the sky, drawing a huge trail of flames as it fell diagonally from the sky, smashing a huge crater in the enemy's mechanized troops.
The ground also trembled.
"This is … witchcraft?" Big Bluff was stunned. "Why did the wizards come to the Central Plains with Wang Congyang?"
No one had expected that on the last day of this war, all the people they could think of and did not expect to come forward.
Everyone might have their own reasons for coming forward, but there was only one thing they wanted to do, and that was to fight for the last ray of light for others.
Lee Young-yoon, Qin Sheng, and the other 12 Knight silently looked at the wizards on the steam locomotive. Ren Xiaosu had told them that he had seen another branch of his father's legacy in the Warlock Nation.
Now that they thought about it, the other party was probably the one.
In that instant, Chen Jiu, Lee Young-yoon, and the others also looked at each other.
They could vaguely feel the same faith in each other. This was an inexplicable telepathy. Although it was their first time meeting, they were like old friends.
However, the steam locomotive did not fight to the death with the enemy. After temporarily stopping the enemy's advance, it immediately turned around and headed toward the Northwest Army.
At this moment, it no longer had the indomitable momentum it had before.
When the steam locomotive came to the front of the First Army, Wang Congyang shouted at the crowd, "Friendly troops, don't shoot, they're friendly troops!"
The train came to a stop, and Wang Congyang said, "Quickly carry the wounded to the train. I'll take them first. There are too many enemies. We can't beat them, so we can only help you stall for some time! "
Big Bluff looked at the train. He knew everyone on the train. Xiao Xia, Xiao Mei, Chen Jiu, Chen Anan, and of course, there were many new faces he did not know.
He wondered, "Why are you guys here?"
Xiao Mei replied, "You guys left in a hurry, so I have a feeling that you might have encountered some problems. Xiaosu helped us, so we naturally have to help him. We're also here for … the prosperity of the Northwest? Xiaosu often says these four words. "
Big Bluff sighed. The cause of the Northwest had completely shone in the hands of Ren Xiaosu.
He did not expect that Ren Xiaosu's charm was so great that the other party would come all the way to help just based on a guess.
There was an inexplicable throbbing in everyone's heart. Perhaps this was the pride of humans.
Big Bluff looked at Wang Congyang. "Then why did you come back to the Middle Earth?"
Wang Congyang snapped, "When y 'all see Ren Xiaosu, help me tell him that we're even now. Can you guys not fucking hunt me down anymore? Also, all of the wanted posters must be canceled!"
Zhang Jinglin laughed. "No problem, I'll help you tell him."
"Alright." After Wang Congyang saw that all the wounded had been loaded onto the steam locomotive, he immediately set off for Fortress 178, leaving Chen Jiu and the others to fight alongside the Northwest Army.
Wang Congyang did not intend to live or die with the Northwest Army. Of the 36 stratagems, escaping was the best course of action.
Zhang Xiaoman lamented helplessly as he watched the steam locomotive depart. This guy was probably the most cowardly supernatural being everyone had ever seen. If he had mustered up his courage just once, he might have already left this beautiful world. It had to be said that a cowardly personality was indeed suitable to live in this era.
"Let's continue retreating." P5092 took a deep breath and said, "Zhang Xiaoman, hurry up and return to the troops. Don't waste the time that others have bought for us."
Every minute and second that they had now was bought with the lives of others.
Although the enemy at the rear had been temporarily held back, the artificial intelligence army's two wings were gradually surrounding them.
The two wings that were about to form an encirclement were like the abyssal mouth of a monster that was about to swallow the Northwest Army whole.
Two hours to the countdown.
With Chen Jiu as the leader, the warlocks tried their best to destroy the terrain to stop the artificial intelligence army's advance.
All of the Northwest Army's members were holding back their anger. After being chased by the enemy for so long, with people constantly dying, it felt like there was a fire burning in their hearts that made their blood boil.
But their rationality told them that what they had to do was retreat and wait patiently.
Wang Yun had been observing the two wings of the artificial intelligence army the entire time. He whispered to P5092, "The enemy has already tried to surround us four times. I can see that the warlocks are no longer at their peak. I'm afraid we won't be able to last until the next siege."
P5092 slowly stopped in his tracks. This seemed to be a dead end. No matter how hard they tried, they could not shake off their pursuers.
They were going to die here, right?
In that case, would they die in a sorry state, or would they die with their last bit of dignity?
Everyone looked at P5092. They did not know why he had stopped in his tracks.
At this moment, stopping in their tracks seemed to mean losing their lives.
But on second thought, they had already lost so many of their comrades, so what else could they not lose?
P5092 suddenly laughed. "Why don't we die with dignity?"
As he spoke, the two wings of the artificial intelligence army were encircling them for the fifth time.
The soldiers switched off the safeties of their firearms and checked their ammunition for the last time.
Zhang Xiaoman suddenly asked, "Hey, do you guys think I won't be able to go to Bronze Bell Square if the battle gets too intense and I lose my molars?"
P5092 said nonchalantly, "You can always pull out your molars and put them in your pockets in advance."
Zhang Xiaoman snapped, "What kind of lousy idea is that? Are you joking with me?"
P5092 looked at him calmly. "You were the one who joked with me first."
Xun Yeyu suddenly shouted, "No, no, I didn't use my superpower earlier. It's only now that I've stopped that I realize there are a lot of supernatural beings coming from Fortress 178!"
"How many do you mean by a lot?" Big Bluff was stunned. "I know there are some supernatural beings living in seclusion in Fortress 178, but there's only about five or six of them."
"It's not just five or six." Xun Yeyu was extremely excited. "It's hundreds of thousands of supernatural beings!"
Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard this number. Hundreds of thousands of supernatural beings? Could a miracle have just happened?
A moment later, the frontline of the Northwest's 1st Army, who were retreating towards Fortress 178, was stunned. They watched in shock as Ren Xiaosu charged out of the horizon with countless golden martyred spirits following behind him.
The torrent was coming towards them, getting closer and closer, and then quickly brushing past them.
The soldiers of the 1st Army were all stunned. Zhang Jinglin looked at someone in the army of martyred spirits and muttered, "Old Commander, General Wang … they've been resurrected!"
Ren Xiaosu carried the black saber in his hand and led the golden torrent past the 1st Army without saying a word. It was only at this moment that everyone understood why he had left on his own.
So it was for that last glimmer of hope.
It was already evening when the battle began. The golden torrent and the slanting rays of the setting sun reflected off each other, creating a spectacular sight.
P5092 watched this scene quietly. He finally understood Ren Xiaosu had not lied to him. It turned out the Young Marshal could really summon so many martyred spirits.
It turned out the Young Marshal really had the ability to turn something rotten into something magical. He could really give him a miracle.
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