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Chapter 559 She Must Be Telling the Truth
The reason why the world is complicated is that our predecessors have already walked the path, and the smart people who came later blocked the easy path.

In this era, college students become pillars of the country as soon as they graduate. Even if you have never attended a serious class, you can marry into a wealthy family with a graduation certificate and make the daughter of a wealthy family fall in love with her.

College graduates a hundred years from now will not be treated so well. The moment they walk out of the school gate, they turn from humans into dogs. They may not even be able to afford dog food with their own efforts.

If Wang Yunxiao had traveled through time ten years earlier, he might have been able to make a breakthrough and follow the president in his battles with his own efforts. Now, he can just get a sinecure and live a life of idleness.

Unfortunately, he didn't have such good luck.

In the second year of the Ming Dynasty, all kinds of rare and special red-named skeleton monsters at home and abroad were cleared by the President. Even a place as big as Tianmen was cleared three times by the Secret Service.

One can imagine what things that can survive such a powerful blow would look like.

The kind of wild monster that Baozi wanted to find, which could be killed with one blow, would probably be hard to spawn in the territory of Tianmen.

After the artillery fire stopped, a sharp whistle sounded, which was the signal to launch an attack. Wang Yunxiao got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, picked up his rifle and started to move forward with his brothers.

Just now, he took out his notebook and took a look during the bombing. The pollution sources detected on it were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. No matter how many trump cards the Pure Land Sect had prepared here, they were all blown to ashes.

But even so, they still have the power to resist.

At the moment when the palace soldiers stood up, the pollution source on the opposite side, which seemed to be dying, surged again!
"Black-robed monks detected..."

"The Dharma Protector has been detected..."

Hundreds of short black-robed monks crawled out from under the rubble, holding something unknown in their hands, and rushed towards the formation of palace soldiers without fear of life and death.

The leader was shot in the head by a flying bullet, and the thing in his hand exploded, turning into a huge fireball.

"Earth bomb! Be careful!"

A bomb is a bomb, it won’t stop killing people just because of some crude hand-rubbing method.

These black-haired rats transformed into human forms seemed to have no rationality at all, and had completely become puppets controlled by others. They were holding homemade bombs in their arms and were ready to die together with the palace soldiers.

Ito Hideaki took a step forward, grabbed Izumo with his backhand, and shouted softly: "Sun Wheel Slash——!"

A ray of brilliant red light burst out from the samurai sword at his waist, like the rising sun, turning night into dawn in an instant.

Under the shining light of the morning sun, those short black-robed monks let out shrill screams, lost their human form and turned into black-haired mice again. The earth bombs in their hands could not be controlled and fell to the ground, exploding on the spot.

A light laugh was heard in mid-air, and colorful candies fell from the sky.

The ground beneath Wang Yunxiao's feet shattered on the spot, and he felt as if he had stepped on a biscuit and fallen into boiling and melting syrup. The high temperature of the syrup could be weakened by the resistance of the palace soldiers, but the horrible viscosity made it difficult to move.

It’s bad. They found the flaws of the palace soldiers.

Making a brilliant appearance on the opposite side was a family of witches from the Honey School on the west coast of the Federation. These witches dressed themselves up gorgeously, flew around on brooms, and occasionally flew over the heads of the palace soldiers, emitting provocative and evil laughs.

The most primitive way to deal with cavalry is to dig a pit to trap horses. The most primitive way to deal with tanks is to lure them into a swamp.

These witches were indeed highly educated top talents. They discovered the biggest weakness of the palace soldiers right from the start and transformed the entire land into boiled syrup, restricting their movements.

The Liuyun rifles used by the palace soldiers had a slow firing rate. If they could not organize a salvo of fire, they would pose no threat to the agile witches in the sky.

Where did these women come from?
When Wang Yunxiao thought about Xiao Hulu and Chen Yan not coming, he felt disappointed.

Fortunately, they are not fighting alone this time.

Yan Yu'an took out a pen and paper from his pocket without any hurry, and quickly wrote a few lines of words. The hot and sticky syrup under his feet disappeared piece by piece. The witches' laughter stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the snipers deployed in the rear also began shooting. After a round of gunfire, several witches fell off their brooms and broke their limbs on the spot.

They all looked good, with good looks and some were probably not even adults yet, lying on the ground crying and shouting for their mothers.

But this is a life-and-death battlefield, there is no room for mercy.

If it were an ordinary soldier, his feet would have been useless when he sank into the syrup just now.

"The enemy is still calling for help. Stop advancing and continue calling for fire support!"

As the front-line commander, Yan Yu'an gave orders calmly.

After the last round of bombing, there were almost no living people in the fishing village. Now these evil monsters have appeared again. It can only mean that someone has secretly opened a portal or something and is frantically attracting people.

The Secret Service is only short of manpower, but not ammunition.

The government soldiers require long-term training and cultivation, but artillery shells can be produced day and night as long as there is a production line.

The troops slowly retreated to the safety line fifty meters away, and the sound of artillery shells whistling through the air was heard again behind them.

The voice crying for her mother was instantly lost in the flames of the explosion.

A lit match fell in front of Wang Yunxiao's eyes, and his brain was in a trance, as if he had returned to the world before he traveled through time.

He saw a little girl trapped under the brick and stone rubble, crying out for her mother at the top of her lungs.

A voice whispered in his ear: This is the crime you have committed, you have no humanity, you are worse than an animal!
Huh? Who? Me?
Wang Yunxiao almost laughed. How come I remember that this matter has nothing to do with me?

It's you!
There was anger and accusation in the voice.

You killed her family and now you're going to kill her!

Yes, yes, yes. As we all know, chat records cannot be photoshopped, so the essays are all true.

Wang Yunxiao took out the Wuchang Sword wrapped in cloth from behind him.

He actually always carried this sword with him, but never used it.

After all, the enemies encountered before were all able to be dealt with with fists, so there was no place for it to be used at all.

Although this thing does look like a sword, its primary function has never been to cut people.

Wang Yunxiao untied the cloth strip, raised his finger and lightly flicked the sword.

The sound of the sword spread, and the dream before his eyes shattered in an instant.

He returned to reality, and before his eyes were still the broken walls and the smoke from the raging gunfire.

A strange and flexible tongue shot out from the darkness and stabbed at his face.

Just like the cafeteria lady who was eating children in the school cafeteria that night when he just traveled through time.

At that moment, at this moment.

(End of this chapter)