When I landed and was ready to greet my opponent's sword with my chest, a black figure flashed past me, knocking away the three gods, and one god was picked up by the tall figure on the big gun in my hand. Three more figures rushed past me and knocked away the remaining gods. I stood up with the sword forcefully, wiped the blood on my face, and saw Xiang Yu immediately in front of me with blood. Xiang Yu was also very embarrassed now, with countless wounds on his body, and more than a dozen sharp swords were inserted. The black priest was not much better. White bones could be seen in many wounds. Xiang Yu pulled the overlord gun from behind the gods, and gave me a thumbs up, and drove his horse to several powerful church masters who had descended from the gods in the distance.

I left a heroic back, which made me sigh. It was a real man. But before I could feel sad, a huge impact came from my temple, knocking me down who had just stood up again. When I lay down to the ground, I had only one thought. I am such a pig, and I was actually distracted on the battlefield. Fortunately, it was just an ordinary sniper rifle bullet. If I had changed to a god and a sharp arrow, I would probably be disturbed by one arrow.

The voice of my wife came from the space ring on her hand, "Husband," and then she kept crying.

I looked up slightly and saw that in the direction of my position, a group of guys wearing ancient god armor were rushing towards me. The leader was the one-eyed fiery sun. A huge red sword was blocked by him. The momentum was so strong. Dozens of special agents behind him launched a counterattack under the cover of two chariots. In the distance, there were a bunch of beasts, and countless black indigenous warriors. The drum sound of the Mother of Africa had stopped.

Yang Weilong's hoarse voice came from the headphones, "Counterattack, the first and second teams attacked the two positions on the north side, and do their best." Unfortunately, I couldn't hear the counterattack order issued by Yang Weilong at all, because my headphones were destroyed in the battle against God.

The gunshots of the crazy believers in my ears are already very sparse. There are only five of the eight ghost kings now. In addition, six tiger demons started a crazy assault along the canyon. The two chariots were fully fired, and the crazy believers on both sides could not lift their heads. When the vanguard team broke through and the counterattack point established by the crazy believers temporarily, the battle entered the rhythm of chasing deserters. When the wave of our attack flooded me, their steps did not stop, but continued to flow north along the canyon. All the black indigenous warriors would shout loudly "Wu Bar" when passing by me.

When the chariot drove past me, my wife ran out of the warehouse gate and threw herself into my arms, "Why are you so stupid? You are really superhuman when you are, without spiritual power, you are a mortal."

I patted my wife on the back and said in a teasing tone, "It seems like you are the first to say I am a human being recently. How do you know that I have exhausted my spiritual power?"

My wife wiped her tears and said, "I don't know what kind of person you are. If your spiritual power had not been exhausted, she would have rushed up to do it alone long ago."

I said in surprise, "Then I want to join this battle, and you don't object to it."

Yang Weilong's voice came from his wife's headphones, "No matter who the enemy is, we are willing to fight side by side with you."

Damn, this kid is actually eavesdropping.

The next second, I knew I was wrong, and countless solemn ones came from my headphones.

The voice, the voice of the Sun was loud, "We are willing to fight side by side with you." I was a little moved, and took my wife's headphones and said solemnly, "Thank you."

Yang Weilong gently replied, "Silently cancel, internal communication between each group, as many of the dogs and bastards as possible."

There was a roar of wolves in the headphones, and then the sound became less and less.

I picked up my wife's crying Lihua's little face and kissed her fiercely. Just as I was about to say a few numb words, a group of fly came. A team of special forces protected the mother of Africa and came to me. There were also several heads of aristocratic families following her, talking compliments all over her, looking around from time to time, as if a bullet flew over and killed their lives.

I held the headphones and said, "Leave me some survivors." Without waiting for the people inside to talk, I turned off the headphones and stood up with difficulty with my wife's support. When I stood up, the Mother Africa kneeled down and kissed my blood-filled shoes. When I was about to move my feet away, my wife stopped me.

The Mother of Africa stood up calmly and gently spit out two words "Thank you". After saying that, she looked north and began to sing the most solemn songs of their tribe. The African natives in the distance began to echo the voices, becoming louder and louder, and finally became a sound in the canyon.

Some of the indigenous soldiers escaped from the pursuit crowd, rushed to the place where the battle had occurred, and carried out the bodies and wounded, gathering them to the camp in the canyon. There were no corpses or wounded people. After they died, they would turn into ashes and no longer existed, leaving only a crystal gem on the spot. The corpses and wounded people were all of us and the crazy believers. The attitudes of the indigenous people to treat both sides were completely opposite. They were carefully transported by our wounded people or corpses, while the crazy believers were not treated so well. They were dragged toward the previous camp like broken sacks by the indigenous soldiers.

The smoke of gunfire on the battlefield gradually dissipated, and gunfire, fighting and singing became ethereal. A raging fire ignited at the northern end of the canyon. In order to prevent the native warriors from chasing, the crazy believers set fire to ignite stored oil and blocked the exit of the northern end of the canyon.

In the headphones, Yang Weilong's order came, "Stop chasing, gather, rescue the wounded, and arrange sniper warning."

However, the native soldiers did not give up. Some agile soldiers climbed up the cliff with bare hands and chased for several kilometers before stopping their pursuit. However, there were thousands of soldiers who climbed up the cliff, and only a few dozen people returned. However, they won, and the canyon was paved with the bodies of the crazy believers outside the canyon.

In the center of the canyon, the natives packed up a large piece of flat land, with more than 100 corpses neatly arranged on one side, and more than 30 people were bombed without any bones. Next to them were 63 seriously injured people. Although the rest were standing, none of them were not injured. They gathered together silently and stood by and looked at the side with a serious expression. Medical staff led by Qinghe rescued their seriously injured companions. Next to them was a huge mountain of corpses, with thousands of bodies piled up in scattered together, and many seriously injured and undead people were mixed in the middle. A creepy wailing sounded from the mountain of corpses.

Yang Weilong walked to me, took off his headphones, covered his face with his hands, and I could see the crystal tears in his hand

Slide past, "Boss, casualties are counted."

My lips trembled for a long time before I squeezed out a word to "read"

"The special service, ninety-three people died, forty-nine people seriously injured, the human group, three people were killed in battle, seven people were seriously injured, the two groups in the zodiac group were all killed in battle, the demon group, six were killed in battle, and the rest were all seriously injured. The ghost group, Li Guang was killed in battle, and the rest were seriously injured. The five elders of the Taoist sect, the fire was killed in battle, and four were seriously injured. The Taoist priest Lingmao was also seriously injured." Finally, he said in a contemptuous tone, "No casualties in the family."

When I heard this, my tears fell down unyieldingly. My eyes were fixed in the distance. A tall man sat on the ground and fed a bottle of spiritual wine into the mouth of a strong old man. However, the old man could no longer swallow it. The wine flowed through the corner of the old man's mouth. The tall man raised his head and drank a sip of wine, smiling heroically, but a tear passed through his cheek because he had only one eye. A girl in red was standing in front of a corpse next to him, staring at the man silently. In the dark night, she was still holding an umbrella, looking out of place. At this time, a petite woman was wiping the man's face with a rag, wiping away the blood stain of his face, revealing a big "ugly" word.

The night is very dark now, with the stars shining brightly. The African indigenous people pushed down the surviving wooden houses, set up tall bonfires, and ignited a raging fire. The African Mother turned around and looked at me, took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it to my wife beside me, "Boss, please open it again at dawn." After saying that, she smiled at me, turned around and ran towards the center of the bonfire in the distance, and ran loudly towards the remaining African indigenous soldiers, shouting indigenous dialects.

I knew that the Mother of Africa wanted to commemorate the dead soldiers in her own way. I did not stop me and lay on my back in the land soaked in blood. Some people said that the water flowed to the lower part. If I lay down, tears should accumulate in the lower part of my eyes, rather than flowing endlessly.

My feelings are very complicated now. There is no regret or guilt. Anyway, it’s just uncomfortable. Bai Ru and Chi Er slowly walked up to me. Bai Ru put her daughter down from her shoulders and said dissatisfiedly, "Boss, I’m sure that Han Han is definitely your daughter. Her enthusiasm for death is exactly the same as yours."

My wife took her daughter gratefully. Her spiritual sense swept her daughter and she fainted. There was a big bag on the back of her head. It seemed that she was knocked out by Bai Ru. Chi Er's condition was not very good. There was a hole as dense as a spider web on her chest, and there was no trace of blood inside, just like a broken porcelain piece. My wife pulled Chi Er's hand and said to me, "Ji Er used her body to block the arrow for me. If it weren't for Chi Er, I would have been shot to death by the arrow."

Chi'er said embarrassedly, "Mom, that's what I should do. He was slow at that time. I don't know why you ran away, otherwise I could just protect you." As she said that, she looked at the big bag on her wife's head with heartache, and then her wife gently hugged Chi'er into her arms.

Bai Ru curled her lips disdainfully and said, "Your second daughter doesn't know where she has gone, will she become a deserter."

I grabbed a stone and threw it at Bai Ru, "Go and help take care of the wounded. Don't annoy me here."
Chapter completed!