Where there was a city, there would be a lot of people. Where there were a lot of people, there would be a lot of garbage and waste water. Regardless of whether it was treated or not, the filthy liquid mixed with vegetable leaves, watermelon peels, and feces had to be discharged.
Due to the importance of sewers to human life, many historians had always insisted that a perfect underground drainage system was one of the most important inventions in human history. The quality of a city's drainage system directly reflected the level of the city's social civilization.
As the largest city in the Left Sky Starfield, Tianjing Planet's capital city undoubtedly had the most developed drainage system in the empire. Thousands of square kilometers of the city's concrete underground, complex sewer pipes extended like a spider web. Some of the sewers could only allow hungry rats to crawl through, while most of the main sewers were built to be incomparably huge, so much so that it felt like they could accommodate battleships in space …
Xu Le crawled for a long distance in the pitch-black sewers, then walked silently for a while. Looking at the huge sewer system in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head. The cheerful song of optimism in his heart also temporarily stopped.
He was like a fish swimming freely in the water. After climbing out of Maple Lake, fatigue and pain quickly invaded his body along with the dry air.
The large amount of blood loss caused by the cruel whip made his body extremely weak. What was even more frightening was that at the moment when the spaceship fell into the lake, his left leg that was supporting the front desk of the cockpit had suffered too much force. Even though the magical burning power in his body had been completely unleashed, his leg and knee were still severely injured. There were signs of fractures.
Another problem was that he didn't know where to go.
In the three-story underground space in front of him, there were more than ten holes. Some of the holes were pitch black, while some of the holes were faintly lit. No one knew which sewer would lead to which part of the city, or would it circle back to the heavily surrounded lake.
The drainage system of Tianjing Planet's capital city was first designed thousands of years ago. Countless generations of administrators had continuously modified it, and half of the city's underground space had been hollowed out. The cobweb-like pipes were terrifyingly complex. Even if the engineers of the empire's city management department came here with all the historical drawings, it was very likely that they would be trapped in a maze, unable to leave, and could only starve to death.
Not to mention a foreigner like him who didn't have any maps.
He looked around at a loss.
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"The fifth cup of wine, the youth is about to fly, passing through the layers of forests …"
"This young master is drinking so beautifully."
After pondering in silence for a long time, he took out a water bag made of leaves and grass from the edge of his underwear and greedily drank the fifth mouthful of water. Then, he grinned and took a deep breath, as if he had drunk a mouthful of extremely strong wine.
He took a few quick breaths to calm down the suffocating feeling in his chest and abdomen. His thin gray lips opened and closed silently, and he began to sing the familiar sad melody again. The peaceful smile on his face was still there, and he actually sang a lot of happy feelings.
The cold underground buildings around him and the imperial food bags in the sewage all carried the smell of hostility. In this lake, this forest, this city, this planet, and this universe, he could not get any help. He could only fight alone, a lonely and dangerous battle. He never knew where he would step next. If he did not have the heart to turn water into wine and sing sad songs into war songs, he would always fall into despair.
But he was Xu Le, so he did not despair. After a short rest, he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and moved his legs with difficulty, walking toward the complicated underground sewer in front of him.
Since he did not know where to go, he just randomly picked a passage. Because a fugitive always had to go forward, and walking was the foundation of all behavior.
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No one in the empire thought that he dared to escape to the city through the underground sewer, and Huai Caoshi did not think that either. So most of the troops chasing him were basically concentrated on the south side of Feng Lake. He quietly walked in the underground sewer for a long time, but he did not meet a single soldier of the empire.
Until now.
Like a wild cat wandering in the night, he quietly climbed up the rusty stairs to the platform in the sewer that was as high as two people and then stopped.
In the dim light on the ground in front of him, there were a few dark figures. He could clearly see that these people were holding guns in their hands, and he could clearly hear them talking in a low voice in the empire language with a dialect.
The empire's troops mainly focused on the forest on the south side of the lake, but they still sent people to control a few transit passages in the underground sewer. Obviously, both Her Majesty and Huai Caoshi felt endless anger toward his successful escape and did not want to leave any gap for him to fly out.
It was very strange that the air in the underground sewer was very dry with the sound of water splashing. Xu Le stood in the corner and silently listened to the subtle sounds in front of him. He pursed his dry lips and slowly took off the leaf bag tied to his underwear. He squatted down and put it by his feet without making any sound.
After falling into the lake, except for the very comfortable cotton underwear, Xu Le did not have a single piece of clothing on his body. The clear lines of muscles on his naked and thin body quietly hid under his skin. As he squatted, the lines slowly appeared, as if they were accumulating strength.
A dry wind blew in the dark sewer. Xu Le was like a hunting cheetah. Along with the wind, he was faster than the wind. He quietly bounced up and pounced toward the front left.
His bare right foot continuously stepped on the dry ground. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! His body seemed to have turned into a light smoke as he quickly killed his way to the front of the three dumbfounded empire soldiers.
These empire soldiers who were responsible for guarding the entrance to Sewer No. 45 thought that it was just a very ordinary duty. They did not expect that the fugitive from the Federation would be so bold as to choose to sneak into the underground sewer. They also did not expect that the fugitive would dare to attack them with his bare hands.
One of the empire soldiers reacted extremely quickly. He raised his gun and aimed at the figure, preparing to pull the trigger. However, in the next moment, he discovered in despair that his right index finger could not pull the trigger at all.
This was because Xu Le's hand had already arrived first.
With a crisp crack, Xu Le's right hand bizarrely bounced out from under his left elbow with a whoosh. It ruthlessly smashed into the elbow of the empire soldier who was holding the gun. The ruthless blow was directed against the joint, instantly shattering this person's elbow.
Almost at the same time, his left hand quickly bounced out and pierced this person's throat like a bolt of lightning.
Then, his left hand bounced back at an even faster speed. He did not even look at this empire soldier who was helplessly clutching his throat. His five fingers spread out, and with his shoulder as the axis, he violently slapped down at another empire soldier with incomparable ferocity!
The second empire soldier did not have time to shoot. He only had time to subconsciously block in front of him with his gun, blocking that incomparably violent palm.
The palm wind howled fiercely. Xu Le's eyes narrowed slightly. His face was expressionless as he unreasonably slapped down. Together with that ice-cold gun, he slapped down on the second empire soldier's face.
A terrifying muffled sound rang out. The face of the imperial soldier was like soft cream, with a bloody gunshot mark and a palm print added to it. He didn't even make a sound before he fell stiffly to the ground.
There was still one last empire soldier.
Xu Le's right leg kicked forward, his right elbow raised diagonally, and struck viciously toward that person's eyebrows. This was the most commonly used move among the ten powerful melee techniques that were deeply ingrained in his bones.
However, to his surprise, this elbow was actually blocked by that empire soldier!
Xu Le's eyes suddenly lit up. Without hesitation, his right leg went forward again, his left hand pulled back, and his fingertips went straight for the other party's throat!
He flicked his finger, twisted his wrist, swung his elbow, and pushed his knee.
The other party moved his finger, twisted his wrist, chopped his elbow, and kicked his leg.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. A series of dense sounds of flesh colliding rang out in the quiet underground sewer, producing strange echoes.
In the gloomy underground sewer, it was almost impossible to see the two fiercely fighting figures clearly. The two parties in the battle had no time to think, no time to make a judgment. They could only rely on their battle instincts that had been honed for countless years to carry out absolute melee combat.
At this moment, Xu Le vividly displayed the ten stances that he had learned since he was a teenager. His eyes grew brighter and brighter, but he could not see that empire soldier's face clearly. He only knew that the other party could not make any sound for help under his suppression.
Two pairs of tough hands finally clashed together like two weapons from the cold weapon era, unable to be separated like cast iron. Every finger of both parties tightly clawed at the other party's wrist, blood spurting out.
Without any warning, Xu Le's injured left leg that had been dragging behind suddenly bounced up and violently struck the empire soldier's ribs!
With a muffled grunt, Xu Le did not give the other party any chance to counterattack. Using the force of this kick, he bounced up. His hands were still firmly holding onto the other party's wrist. His right knee kicked out again, right in the middle of that person's chest!
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That extremely powerful empire soldier finally could not resist this sharp chain of attacks. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the dirty water below, creating a splash. He either fainted or died with the waves.
The heavily injured left leg landed on the ground with a sharp pain. Xu Le's face suddenly paled. He staggered back a few steps, but he tightly pursed his lips and did not make any sound.
After a few hurried breaths, he looked with a trace of lingering fear at the sewer below that had already calmed down. He then looked at his bleeding wrist.
How could there be such a strong person among ordinary empire soldiers?
The details of the dangerous battle quickly flashed in his mind. Xu Le's expression suddenly became a little strange. He always felt that there was a very strange atmosphere before, but the real reason for this atmosphere could not be grasped. He only remembered that when both parties were holding hands, his fingertips seemed to have touched an extremely hard thing.
Was it a watch or a bracelet?
He lowered his head and looked at his left wrist. The ordinary looking metal bracelet was now covered in blood and looked extremely hideous.
Subconsciously, a trace of expectation and doubt appeared on his face. His fingertips gently rubbed the edge of the bracelet.
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