Chapter 1439 Zuo Qing's Voice

Hearing this sentence, some of the gods in the formation immediately got up and flew towards the outside of the map of Shanhe Sheji.

A faint light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, propped up on the ground with a golden cudgel, he stood up staggeringly, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, wisps of cloud gathered under his feet.

"Monkey, you are so seriously injured, why join in the fun?" Nezha flew over immediately when he saw Monkey King's appearance.

"It's just a small injury."

"Is this a minor injury? Now you are the most injured in the whole heaven except Yang Jian. Those Indian gods almost cut off your head together!" Nezha shook his head decisively, "You just stay here honestly. , it is enough for us to go."

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, raised the blood-stained golden cudgel in his hand, and slammed it down heavily on the ground, the mountain peaks smudged with ink suddenly shook!

"Don't forget, when I went to Xitian before, I was awarded the title of fighting against Buddha... In terms of fighting, who can compare to me?" Monkey King said lightly, "Even if I am injured, it is not a big deal to stop the two main gods." question."

Feeling the violent divine power surging out of Sun Wukong's body, Nezha stared at him complicatedly for a moment, then sighed and did not persuade him any more.

"Is Yang Jian awake?"

"No." Sun Wukong looked back at the blood shadow in the center of the formation, which was extremely weak, "His life is hard, and he won't die in a short time..."

Nezha nodded, "He's safe here, let's go."

Many gods and shadows flitted across the map of mountains and rivers and disappeared without a trace.

...

Inside Chennan Pass.

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, Zuo Qing..."

A voice was transmitted through the general channel to the ears of all the night watchmen stationed in Chennan Pass and the Great Xia military.

At this moment, the busy Chennanguan Operations General Command Room became quiet at the same time. The figures standing in front of countless large electronic screens and sand tables stopped their movements and listened carefully to the words in the communicator.

In front of the commander-in-chief, wearing a peaked cap and shutting himself in an extremely haggard manner, he stood up slowly, turned his head and looked out the window at the back of the figure standing on the top of the outer wall of Chennan Pass...

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"...The gods of the Great Xia are about to start a general counterattack against the gods of the Tianshen Temple. At that time, we will face an unprecedented wave of gods and beasts, which may be several times more than the current one..."

Click -!

A sniper shell was fired into the air. In the observation deck of Chennanguan, a member of the special forces of the Great Xia Army paused slightly when he heard this sentence.

After a moment of silence, he continued to pull the bolt with no expression on his face, put his face in front of the sniper scope, and slowly locked the eyeball of a giant beast that was rushing towards the outer wall...

boom!

There was a roaring gunshot, and a bullet flew out, precisely smashing the giant beast's eyeball.

The behemoth that lost its vision roared, and immediately lost its direction. Several figures in dark red cloaks rushed out at the same time, taking the opportunity to kill it to the ground!

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"... Now in this pass, there are soldiers who have fought hard since the beginning of the war, and there are also reinforcements mobilized from other passes in Daxia. During these sixty hours of desperate fighting, they are stationed The last line of defense standing in front of Great Xia..."

In the emergency room for serious injuries in Chennanguan, countless figures who had been seriously injured in the battle lay on the bloody sheets.

Some of them lost their arms, some had their thighs gnawed off by giant beasts, some fell into a coma covered in blood, and some stopped breathing amidst bursts of urgent rescue calls...

Hundreds of medical staff shuttled between these beds, their white clothes had been dyed red, and their tired eyes were bloodshot.

Hearing the sound from the loudspeaker, the painful hissing in the emergency room gradually weakened,

A wounded man who had just woken up from anesthesia for amputation surgery, his dizzy pupils gradually condensed, staring blankly at the ceiling, listening carefully.

"...This war may become our grave, but it is also the last hope of thousands of people behind us.

Willing to go to the dead for the Great Xia, please follow me... to go outside the city wall and resist the beast tide! "

In the critically injured emergency room, there was a sudden silence, and then some figures who could still move got up one after another, and quickly ran towards the outside.

The amputee lying on the hospital bed regained consciousness in an instant. He sat up suddenly from the hospital bed, grabbed the metal frame hanging beside him as a crutch with one hand, and was about to run out.

"Hey! What are you running for? You have had one leg amputated, and now you can't even walk! Are you going outside to die?" A medical staff rushed forward to stop him.

"I...I, I must... have to go!" The wounded man who hadn't recovered from the anesthetic stammered, "You... get out of the way!"

"No..." The medical staff wanted to say something, and patted her shoulder with a palm.

She looked back and saw an old doctor with gray hair standing behind her, shaking her head helplessly, "Xiao Li...don't stop him, let him go."

"But director, look at him...how did he go to the battlefield!"

"What does he look like? Let's take a closer look. What does he look like?"

The director raised his chin in the direction of the wounded man, with an extremely complicated expression.

The medical staff turned their heads and saw the wounded lying on the ground. With difficulty, he took out a blood-stained dark red cloak from under the bed, put it on behind him solemnly, and then supported himself with a metal frame with one hand, Holding a straight knife in the other hand, he staggered towards the emergency room.

The dim sunlight fell from the window, stretching his cloaked shadow very long, like a stubborn giant, staggering towards his fateful battlefield.

Looking at this scene, she froze in place.

"He's a night watchman." The director's helpless voice sounded, "I've been transferred from military doctor to logistics all these years, and I've seen a lot of young people like him. Don't look at him usually cheerful, when it comes to this kind of time, nine cows will pull Not coming back... Do you think he is going to die? He is looking for his duty and glory."

In addition to the wounded who staggered away, there were figures who were also seriously injured, struggling to follow behind him. Not all of them were night watchmen, but also the military of Daxia, and some logistics personnel. with light.

The medical staff opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something more, but they were too shocked to say a word.

At this moment, the director behind her turned around, groped in the drawer, and finally took out an old-fashioned revolver, kicked it in the pocket of the white coat full of blood, and walked out.

"Director?! Where are you going?" She was stunned for a while and asked.

The gray-haired old military doctor smiled, "Don't look at my age, when I was young, my marksmanship was still very accurate... Maybe it can come in handy."

"Director? Director!"

Amidst the stunned voices of the medical staff, the old military doctor laughed, walked out of the emergency room briskly, and disappeared from sight...