Ten thousand I am across the heavens

Chapter 2170 Ma Hongyun joins
Unlocking the door of the operating room, more and more people lined up here, wondering if they wanted to participate in the operation? The crowd was whispering to each other, which made the underground base, which was already a little depressing, even more terrifying.

"I don't know when it will be our turn to die. If it really is, I'm afraid we will have no choice but to go. I heard that if ordinary people participate in that kind of combat mission, a 50% survival rate is already very high."

"Alas, members of our small tribe are cannon fodder wherever we go. We have to work for others wherever we go. We are the first to die. I heard that this operation is very painful. I think I might as well eat and drink well here and enjoy the last few days of my life. When it is my turn, I will die happily on the battlefield. What the hell is fighting for ourselves? In this world, how can we fight for ourselves?"

This whispering was soon echoed by many people. They were all from the lowest families on the grassland and had been bullied by the big families for many years. They had no strength and confidence, and the strongest person in the family might only be at the second level. When the golden families fought each other, these small families were either the unlucky ones affected by the battlefield, or were forcibly conscripted to participate in the hard labor. The more unlucky ones were sent directly to the battlefield and used as cannon fodder.

The current situation is actually not much different from previous years. They are just being sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder. It's just that the battle this year is particularly brutal. Maybe more people died than in previous years.

"Don't talk nonsense. This time is different from previous years. You don't believe that we are fighting for ourselves, but think about it carefully. In previous wars, when we were used as cannon fodder, we were the ones who rushed to the front to test the enemy's attack and consume their true energy. When we were almost dead and the opponent was exhausted, the real masters would take action.

The NCOs here. Those with great abilities all lead the charge with us. Many times they use their bodies to block the ordinary soldiers. Can we keep the same attitude as before with NCOs like this?"

"Don't be brainwashed by the people they promote. They are just better at playing with people's hearts than the Golden Family we met before. I see that many people around me have also been brainwashed. Now they admire them very much and really regard them as heroes who sacrifice themselves for others. How can such a thing be possible? Those who truly sacrifice themselves for others have died long ago.

If you ask me, you have never been to the battlefield. Those who have been to the battlefield basically died, and those who can come back alive are their people. Then the battlefield experience will be left to them to make up. As for our own people coming back from the battlefield, does anyone dare to tell the truth? Aren't they afraid of being killed after telling the truth? I think when I go to the battlefield, I will definitely be cannon fodder, otherwise why do so many people die?"

There are those who support it and those who refute it. Some people have friends who have been to the battlefield and survived the life-and-death experience. They tell their own personal experiences. But those who have not experienced it personally often don't believe it. They don't believe that someone can go against human nature. They don't believe in those great principles. They don't believe that there is any concept that can really make people sacrifice their lives.

Just when they were arguing and unable to reach a conclusion, there was a sudden noise from the crowd, and then the crowd parted like a tide. Then a soldier wearing power armor with blood all over his armor was seen walking past the crowd and towards the direction of unlocking the operating room.

A strong smell of blood came from this man. Even though his armor had been simply cleaned, there were still a lot of blood stains in the gaps. You could even see bits of meat hanging on the chainsaw sword at his waist. You could imagine what a tragic battle he had just experienced. The deep scratches on the armor were enough to prove that he was a veteran, and the specific type of armor on his body also proved that he was not an ordinary soldier. He was qualified to customize armor. He was definitely a high-ranking official in the army, at least he had inherited the Dao marks of others. He was one of those people who had strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

At this moment, he took off his helmet, put it aside, revealed his face, and said tiredly to the medical staff at the door of the operating room: "Perform the unlocking operation for me. The opponent has already sent five-turn masters to stop me. Three five-turn masters, I can't beat them with my current strength. The team I lead are all slaves like me. Every time I lead them to fight, I, the main general, am entangled by the enemy and can't help them. As a result, our team always rushes the hardest and suffers the most losses. I don't want to see them make such tragic sacrifices again.

I have to become stronger now. Everyone is working hard for victory. I just want to beat the shit out of those old nobles. A bunch of sons of bitches, we finally get to live like human beings, but now they want us to continue being dogs, don’t blame me for dragging them to death with me.”

As he was speaking, someone had already recognized him. This face often appeared in the newspapers of the underground base. No. 39 was promoted as a combat hero and a model of the bottom's counterattack. He was once a slave. After joining the underground base, he also started from the bottom. Even after gaining freedom, he was too lazy to give himself a nice name and continued to use his number.

It was not because he liked his number. It was just because he never minded letting others know his slave origin. Now he had accumulated merits step by step and became one of the representatives of the highest level of the military. He had the strength comparable to that of a fifth-level master. With a set of power armor specially built for him, he had extremely high mobility on the battlefield and could come and go freely.

In the eyes of ordinary people present, his existence was like that of the former head of the Golden Family. He was a great figure who could only be looked up to and was unlikely to be met in this life. He was also a talent in the royal court who could definitely survive even if he failed.

Even if people like this were defeated and captured during the King's Court War, they would eventually survive and join another family because of the victor's love for their talents. After all, their abilities were acquired through the wealth accumulated by countless people. It would be a waste if they were killed directly.

Such a master seemed to be at the forefront of the battlefield. In fact, according to their previous experience, there was no danger to their lives, at least the risk was very small. But at this moment, this person actually appeared at the door of the unlocked operating room with a mortality rate of nearly 50%.

The medical staff who received him frowned and said, "Don't you think about it? The mortality rate of unlocking surgery is very high. If you don't have the will to survive no matter what, it is almost impossible to survive the unlocking surgery.

If you undergo unlocking surgery with the mentality of seeking relief, it is almost certain to fail.

Moreover, we cannot lack a strong force like you on the front battlefield. There are already very few of us who can fight against the fifth-level individual forces. If you have an accident during the unlocking operation, the situation on the front line will be even more difficult to sustain. "

The refugees watching around him shut their mouths. All the whispering stopped, and they all stared at him intently. This was a great man that they could only dream of but could not reach. They wanted to see what choice he would make.

"I don't care about these things, what are you afraid of? Haven't I completed your test? The one with the power source. I survived it, what else do you have to say? Others can unlock the operation but I can't, right?
This war can still be fought without anyone. Even if I die on the operating table, won't my body still be in the underground base? As long as the body is still fresh, the Dao Marks on my body can be transferred to others. I have already contacted those who can inherit my Dao Marks. The medical department has also approved my application. Here are the documents related to my body donation. I have signed them all. As long as I die, my body will be donated free of charge to any soldier who is willing to sacrifice for this war."

Now even the medical staff on the scene had no reason to stop him. They could only look at him with awe. They watched him walk into the operating room. Ma Hongyun put his hands together in the crowd and silently blessed his friend. He hoped that his luck could bring good luck to the people around him, so that he could survive this operation between life and death. The other heroes who saw this scene all fell into a long silence.

If what the propaganda machine told them could be artificially fabricated, and what the survivors on the battlefield told them could be coerced or bribed, but what they saw with their own eyes could not be faked.

There is no need for high-ranking military personnel to risk their lives by trying dangerous operations. Even if they surrender on the battlefield, they will definitely be treated well on the other side. However, this operation does have a mortality rate of nearly half. No one dares to gamble unless it is absolutely necessary.

But he still went through the operation room despite having so many choices. This can only be explained by his pursuit of something more important than life.

Soon, the news spread from one person to ten, and then from ten to a hundred. Gradually, many people who did not believe that the underground base was any different from the former Golden Family began to believe that the organization they joined was different. They were sent to the battlefield not to die in vain, but to fight for their survival. Their equipment was relatively poor, and they did not have such heavy armor. It was not because they were outsiders that they were treated differently. It was because they did not have enough time for military training, and more advanced and complex equipment in their hands could not bring out the power of those equipment, but might increase their mortality rate.

Those who successfully unlocked the operation were given more powerful equipment. There was no distinction between outsiders and the natives who had come here during the early stages of the construction of the underground base.

War is the best test of an organization's cohesion. In this test, the Underground Survival Alliance obviously gave a good answer.

Two hours later, the dying No. 39 was pushed out of the operating room and into the medical room next door. The medical staff were trying their best to save him, but everyone knew that if the unlocking operation failed, he would almost certainly die. Many people had been pushed out before and were sent to the operating room for emergency treatment. But out of 10 people like him, none survived.

As the emergency treatment in the operating room progressed, everyone's heartbeats could not help but be drawn to the flashing lights and beat rapidly. They hoped that this general who was willing to sacrifice himself to liberate all the slaves in the world could survive.

Even those who had just arrived at the underground base were subconsciously praying for him. But if miracles were so easy to happen, they wouldn't really be miracles.

The top master who had just been at the door of the operating room, declaring that he would kill all the members of the Golden Family and liberate all the slaves, and was so majestic, was already a cold corpse when he was pushed out of the operating room again.

I don't know when the people surrounding the operating room began to sob, and they didn't know why. This person, who had nothing to do with their lives, touched their emotions and made their eyes wet.

As the crowd fell silent, Ma Hongyun took a deep breath, wiped his red and swollen eyes, and walked out of the crowd. Although No. 39 was not his best friend, he was the first friend he made in the underground base.

At this moment, he pushed aside the crowd and stopped the body of No. 39. For some reason, he seemed to have a unique aura. As he stood out, everyone subconsciously parted ways and made way for him.

"Let me inherit his Dao mark, brother. I will complete your unfinished business for you."

"Don't make trouble. It's not that easy to inherit his Dao Mark. The Dao Mark of the fifth level must test the successor's matching degree. If it doesn't match, it's not compatible enough, even if you inherit it, you won't be able to exert your strength."

"It's okay. I'm different. You can apply to your superiors right now and send the report to the highest level. Tell them that there is a battlefield engineer named Ma Hongyun who wants to inherit his friend's legacy. Tell the commander-in-chief that I have great luck and am willing to devote myself to the cause of liberating slaves all over the world. Ask him if he dares to take it!"

Ma Hongyun knew from the beginning that as long as he kept a low profile, he would be able to survive no matter what desperate situation he encountered, because luck would always protect him. As long as he didn't want to go to the front battlefield, he would never have to face the crisis on the battlefield.

But at this moment, his best friend's body was lying in front of him, using his life to interpret his will to him, and he finally could no longer remain indifferent.

It is almost impossible for the owner of the Hongyun Qitian Gu to die, unless his goal is so great that this eighth-level Gu worm seems insignificant.

[To be continued]

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