In the nightmare of corpses everywhere, Chu Fan woke up in cold sweat, his stomach was overturned. He staggered and hugged the basin placed on the ground, and vomited out blood-stirring vomit.

Three consecutive months of high-intensity front-line command have exhausted Chu Fan's vitality. Various new and old diseases have been induced in the dirty and harsh battlefield environment, including lung disease, liver cancer, leukemia, and skin suppurative bacteria infection... Chu Fan is tortured by this broken body every second, and life is worse than death.

A week ago, Chu Fan's front-line command position was revoked, not because of poor command, or even the opposite. If it weren't for Chu Fan's various response measures in the early stage, Chang'an City would have probably fallen long ago and could not be defended for even three months.

In the eyes of the church, Chu Fan is the most threatening person besides Luo You. Some bishops even believe that Chu Fan's strategic threat is higher than Luo You. He can always use his stable command and tricks to break the threat and bring exponential damage to the church.

The reason why Chu Fan was dismissed was because he was no longer needed on the front line. The Immortal Army now has 40,000 people, and they are basically seriously injured. There is no need to command. Kill the enemy when you see it and try not to die. This is the only command.

Chu Fan has already paid enough. In the last days, Luo You wanted to try his best to let Chu Fan rest more and live a little easier. This is the only reward Luo You can give Chu Fan.

After Chu Fan vomited blood, he felt that the anger in his chest was getting better. He subconsciously picked up the kettle and poured it into his mouth, trying to wash the smell of blood, but found that there was no drop of water.

Chu Fan laughed twice with self-deprecating voice, almost forgot that Chang'an had run out of ammunition and food and no water left. The soldiers could only drink blood from the ground if they wanted to quench their thirst.

Chu Fan walked out the door with a crutch and wanted to take a look at the city wall. But as soon as the door opened, he found three soldiers covered in bruises standing outside, looking at him with help.

Chu Fanxu hid up and asked in a plain tone: "If you don't guard the city wall, what are you doing here?"

The soldier who led the lead lost a hand, tied a tourniquet to the end of his heart, barely stopped the bleeding. From the wound, he must have been bitten off by a demigod body. He looked at Chu Fan dejectedly, and there was a faint emotional collapse in his voice: "Chu Fan, we really can't hold on..."

The leading soldier Chu Fan knew, named Tan Xiaolong, who was a soldier who joined the Immortal Army in the last few years of the Northern Autonomous Region. He was a real new recruit. A new recruit who survived the fierce battle of Chang'an until now. This is definitely the mercy of the goddess of luck.

"Indeed, this war is very difficult." Chu Fan did not show too much empathy, but just glanced at the three of them and said gently, "So, don't say anything, I will give you a painkiller injection to each of you, and you will continue to go back to the city wall to stay at your post, how about?"

"Is it meaningful?!" Tan Xiaolong grabbed Chu Fan's arm tightly, tears were already in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse due to crying, "We have lost! We can't hold on for long! Even if we stay for one or two more days, is it useful?!"

Chu Fan heard Tan Xiaolong's words, and he chuckled, shook his head and said, "If you escape from Chang'an privately, the general will be held accountable by the company's director. Then the efforts of these more than three months will be in vain."

"So what?! I have heard that the king used the general's relatives to force him, so he refused to retreat and wanted the entire Immortal Army to guard here." Tan Xiaolong poked his chest hard, his eyes wide open, and hissing, "But he thought we didn't have them? He had relatives, so we didn't have them? My father, my mother, and my sister, they were all waiting for me to go home! My sister was in poor health since childhood and needed me to earn money to support the family, so I came to the Immortal Army! The General had relatives to protect, and I also had them!"

Chu Fan laughed briefly, looked at Tan Xiaolong with a sad look, and his tone was as deep as the sea: "In this era, our destiny has never been in our own hands. The king wants the general to die, and the general has no choice. The general wants you to die, and you have no choice."

"I don't want to die for him..." Tan Xiaolong knelt on the ground crying, holding the collar of his chest tightly, and burst into tears, "I just want to go home. Is there anything wrong with this?"

"Okay." Without any warning, Chu Fan took out his gun from his arms and pressed it on Tan Xiaolong's forehead, "Then you will die now."

"Bang!" There was an insignificant corpse in Chang'an City.

Tan Xiaolong was killed, and his two companions were so scared that they were at a loss and knelt on the ground in horror.

Chu Fan's face was calm and he popped up the magazine, pressed into a new bullet, and said indifferently: "Where are you two? Death for the General, or now?"

The two companions were so scared that their foreheads were pressed against the ground, and they didn't dare to say anything about evacuation. They almost crawled out with their hands and feet.

Chu Fan didn't care about Tan Xiaolong's body and let him smell stinking in front of his door. Anyway, Chang'an is already full of corpse stinking, and fresh corpse stinking is better than rotten corpse stinking.

Chu Fan's resting place was very close to the front line. He arrived just after walking a few steps. He climbed up the city wall and took a look. As usual, the corpses were everywhere. Every time he walked past a soldier, the soldiers would look at him with help, hoping that the front-line commander who had once turned the tide could save them, but Chu Fan did not respond to them. There was nothing he could do here.

When he saw Luo You's figure still sitting on the mountain of corpse, Chu Fan knew that Chang'an could still be defended. I don't know how many days he could be defended, but he could be defended anyway.

Soon, Chu Fan left the city wall. Such a simple round of inspections had exhausted all his energy. The recurrence of his chest also made him realize that he was not far from death. Perhaps the death period came earlier than the day when Chang'an lost. He would die here as humble as an ant, without a name.

Back in the room, Chu Fan gave himself a painkiller injection, slightly suppressing the pain caused by cancer, then lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

The tired body brought a dizzy feeling. Soon, Chu Fan's heartbeat gradually slowed down, and his blood flow slowed down. He felt sleepy, as if melting on the bed.

Chu Fan's breathing became evenly symmetrical, and he finally got rid of the pain in his body in his dream.

Time passes silently...

Suddenly, Chu Fan felt a strange chill. When he opened his eyes, there was endless darkness in his eyes. He didn't know how long he had slept, but he only knew that it was afternoon when he fell asleep, so it shouldn't be so dark. Even if he slept until midnight, Chang'an City would ignite the beacon for night defense and turn on the searchlight. It must not be such a dull darkness.
Chapter completed!