Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 702 Why
A series of illusory figures flickered before my eyes, eventually weaving together to form a strange world composed of countless black and white lines.

Gradually, more and more black and white lines appeared, and the image became clearer and clearer, but it was still somewhat blurry.

The dense black lines, whistling and swirling, coalesced into a flame.

Before our eyes, black lines formed flames that spread forward and reached Songgu Peak.

Tens of thousands of enemy troops charged in like a pride of lions.

They have airplanes, tanks, and heavy artillery.

They have the world's best equipment and a glorious record.

On the hill ahead of them, a small team of over a hundred people guarded the key route, ordered to block and ensure that our forces could complete the encirclement.

The terrain was treacherous, making it impossible for a force of ten thousand to charge simultaneously; the enemy could only send a few hundred men to attack our army at a time.

At the same time, enemy aircraft, tanks, heavy artillery, and other heavy firepower bombarded the area in turn.

Light infantry, capable of defeating ten thousand with a hundred.

On the hillside, elite enemy troops launched a climb and attack, with gunfire ringing out continuously.

High in the sky, planes roared and bombs fell one after another.

Incendiary and petrol bombs, like hellfire, covered the battlefield and scorched the rocks.

In the distance, tanks and artillery roared continuously, like giant feet stomping on the narrow battlefield.

Our troops held their ground fiercely.

One soldier after another fell on the battlefield.

One after another, well-equipped enemy soldiers fell down the hillside.

The enemy rushed forward, but he ran out of bullets. He grabbed the enemy and rolled into the burning petrol bomb's landing spot.

When the enemy gets close, in order to cover his teammates, he rushes forward and jumps down the mountain with the enemy.

The enemy used every means at their disposal, launching wave after wave of attacks.

However, the fighting lasted from morning till afternoon, with a hundred men holding out to the death.

The enemy force of 10,000 men had no choice but to retreat and escape via other routes to avoid being surrounded by our army.

The battle ended with our side suffering over 100 casualties and the enemy suffering over 500 casualties.

Successfully repelling the enemy allowed our army to complete the final encirclement.

They are the most lovable people.

Only they can withstand the test of history.

The black lines continued to spread.

On a battlefield, a man, armed with an old rifle, lies in ambush, moves, fires, and retreats...

Thirty days, four hundred bullets, more than two hundred people killed, including important enemies.

On one battlefield, one comrade was killed in action, leaving only one survivor.

This man, taking up his last weapon, fought like a cheetah in the mountains.

A person.

Go up the mountain, kill the enemy, and capture a position.

They went up the mountain, killed the enemy, and captured the second position.

They went up the mountain, killed the enemy, and captured the third position.

With one man and one gun, he killed or wounded more than 100 enemy soldiers, captured three positions, and occupied three hilltops.

A person.

Like a god of war.

The black lines continued to spread, reaching the northern winter.

As they approached a lake, the original lines of flame slowly transformed into blocks of ice and flakes of snow.

The black lines slowly receded, and white lines spread out.

White lines rise and fall, outlining one ice sculpture after another in the snowy landscape.

These ice sculptures lay prostrate on the enemy's inevitable path.

These ice sculptures are depicted holding weapons.

These ice sculptures remain in a fighting stance.

These ice sculptures await the enemy.

More than a hundred ice sculptures, more than a hundred heroes, who did not leave their posts until their deaths.

The ice sculptures have stood the test of time.

The lines flowed forward, transforming once again from ice into flame.

Incendiary bombs rained down from the sky, their intense flames landing on a man lying in ambush in the grass.

If flames are upon you, and you do not move, you will die.

The movement alerted the enemy, and the mission failed.

Amidst the raging black flames, the man gritted his teeth, remaining motionless and silent.

Blood flowed outwards from the cracked teeth.

Motionless and silent.

When the bugle call to charge sounded, in the areas around him not engulfed in flames, one soldier after another rose up and charged toward the enemy.

He never stood up again.

The line continues forward, reaching Xiaogaoling.

This is a crucial location that must be defended.

This is an order.

On the mountain, shells rained down.

Below the mountain, enemy troops were as numerous as clouds.

A platoon, less than fifty people.

They stood on the front lines, enduring wave after wave of enemy attacks.

Once, twice, three times...

Dozens of people, using the most basic weapons, faced airplanes and cannons.

one day one Night.

The enemy fell one by one in front of the position.

Our soldiers fell one by one on the battlefield.

When the enemy launched their ninth charge, only one man remained on the position.

He glanced at the charging enemy troops, then at his comrades who lay buried on the battlefield.

He picked up a gun, it was empty, he threw it away, then picked up another one, and threw that one away too…

Running out of ammunition and food.

He took down the suicide note and weighed it down with a stone.

He turned around, grabbed the last pack of explosives, left the position, and went into hiding.

When the enemy charged forward, he suddenly leaped out, rushed into the densest part of the enemy ranks, and lit the fuse.

Amidst a tremendous roar, he perished along with more than forty enemies.

The number of people in a platoon.

The same number as my comrades.

The enemy's ninth charge failed, and they retreated like a receding tide.
The position has been held.

A black wind blew by, breaking open stones and a suicide note; the dense text coalesced into three lines.

I don't believe there are any tasks that can't be completed.

I don't believe there are any insurmountable difficulties.

I don't believe there are any enemies that cannot be defeated.

The world before my eyes suddenly transformed into a jumble of black and white lines.

A song began to play in Zhou Leng's ears.

"A great river, its waves wide... The wind blows the rice blossoms, their fragrance filling both banks... My home is right here..."

Zhou Leng lowered his head slightly and repeatedly recited three sentences.

"I don't believe there are any tasks that can't be completed."

"I do not believe there are difficulties that cannot be overcome." "I do not believe there are enemies that cannot be defeated."

……

Three things I don't believe.

A mortal body, an iron will, and a martial arts ambition.

Zhou Leng recited it over and over again, without stopping, without stopping.

Gradually, the three sentences merged into one, and together they became a resounding bell, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

"What are they fighting for?"

Zhou Leng sat in silence for three days, offering many answers, but unable to find the final one.

For the sake of the law? The law was destroyed.

For the sake of justice? Justice has been manipulated.

For the sake of the world? The world was divided.

For them? They've become demons.

Humans have an instinct to follow the example of those above them.

Most humans do exactly what is done above.

The decline and collapse of all nations and groups in humankind follow only one pattern and have only one cause.

Whatever the higher-ups do, that's what the lower-ups do.

Evil is better at multiplying than cockroaches.

Zhou Leng couldn't find the answer.

Zhou Leng, who was framed, falsely accused, and harmed, like millions of others, cannot find the answer.

After a long while, Zhou Leng got up.

Although there is no answer, the problem has been identified.

The deepest question about the heart of martial arts.

Why fight?

It is explained very clearly in "Dongjun Miscellaneous Collection".

The reason why the human race suffered a crushing defeat in the Ten Realms War was that many people did not know why they were fighting.

The reason the Eagle Alliance was defeated by the Dragon Kingdom was because they did not know why they were fighting.

Zhao Dongjun once said that if the Dragon Kingdom were to fall one day, it would surely be because of the same problems.

Why fight?

Zhou Leng stood up, staring blankly at the world before him.

Every generation has its own Shangganling.

The shoulders of Zhou Leng's generation are burdened with the legacy of the previous generation's experience at Shangganling.

This generation is carrying a heavy burden.

A small minority of this generation, in Xiongcheng, by the sea, in Maple Leaf Country, in Eagle Alliance, in Kangaroo Country, in Seagull Alliance... for the sake of a peaceful life for everyone.

So what is this generation fighting for?

Zhou Leng was bewildered and confused. He silently left Shangganling and instinctively ran towards the next place.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the scenes of Shangganling flashed before my eyes, repeating themselves over and over again.

But no one can answer that final question.

If you can't answer that question, you have no martial arts ambition.

He wouldn't be a perfect martial saint, and therefore wouldn't be qualified to ascend to godhood.

That's not a true martial artist.

Zhou Leng felt heavy all over and mentally exhausted.

It was even more exhausting than the long road to enlightenment.

On the long road to enlightenment, there is only physical fatigue and mental fatigue.

Now, it's a state of mental and emotional exhaustion.

Leaving the Silla Peninsula and stepping onto the vast sea once again, Zhou Leng strode swiftly across the water.

His eyes were vacant and unfocused, like a puppet being led by strings.

One sentence kept repeating in my mind.

"What do I fight for?"

The more Zhou Leng asked, the more confused he became.

Suddenly, a dark shadow leaped out of the sea ahead.

A group of over a thousand sirens, shouting, charged toward Zhou Leng.

Zhou ignored him and continued on his way.

The two sides are getting closer and closer.

Even when they were twenty meters apart, Zhou Leng still couldn't see them, but he stomped heavily on the sea with his right foot.

Ahead, the dark blue sea was churning.

Two giant white waves rose up on either side of the sirens' army.

White waves, like a wall, stretched for hundreds of meters, transforming into two giant hands that clashed and struck together.

boom!
Thousands of sea monsters were smashed into mincemeat.

Wow…

The waves crashed down, turning the seawater blood red.

Zhou Leng was already thousands of meters away, his eyes still vacant.
Night had fallen, and Zhou Leng continued running forward.

Like a city.

Wang Boxiong bid farewell to his wife and son and boarded the demonized plane bound for Xiongcheng.

He boarded the demonized aircraft and sat next to Chen Shouhu.

Chen Shouhu turned around abruptly and looked at Wang Boxiong in disbelief.

I watched it for a full minute.

Wang Boxiong remained calm.

"Are you going to Xiongcheng too?"

"Why can't I go?"

"I'm asking, are you going to Xiongcheng too?"

"Why can't I go?"

Chen Shouhu grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"good very good."

The demonized plane took off, swept over the beautiful landscape, and landed in the majestic capital city.

mine.

One after another, huge mining dump trucks drove out, heading towards the outskirts of Xiongcheng.

Mining dump trucks are not only larger than ordinary trucks, but they are even far larger than the large transport trucks commonly seen on the road.

It is nearly three stories high and has a maximum load capacity of over 500 tons, equivalent to five large transport vehicles.

In one of the cars, Hu Yi had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a slight smile on his lips.

Sunjiadian.

Zhang Xinglie looked at his sleeping wife.

The two got married a month ago.

He walked out of the room, but couldn't resist going back, bending down and pressing his ear against her belly.

His mastery of the Grandmaster realm allowed him to hear that a small life was being nurtured inside.

He listened for a long, long time, then stood up and looked at a USB drive on the table.

There was a video he recorded a few days ago on the USB drive.

It's for his wife, and also for his children.

(End of this chapter)