Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

"Being released now means that these people will either be sent to hell and use their lives to fill the family's military merit and honor. Anyway, they are dead soldiers. They don't feel bad even if they die, and they can continue to be cultivated. "

What she said was cruel.

Bai Yu asked: "So you didn't bring the disciples in the dojo with you?"

"They are just a hindrance when they come in." Amamiya Mahiru smiled: "Having to distract yourself from protecting the little ones is a drag... I can teach them how to survive in this world, but that doesn't mean that their Life should be mine."

She said softly: "The relationship between disciple and master is not like that between me and my husband."

Bai Yu touched her cheek: "Even death can't separate us."

The time came to half past five.

Near dusk.

When you encounter the devil.

A vast white mist gradually rose in the Huangquan area.

It is different from the death tide that is full of death.

This is the mist of the netherworld.

It will not directly lead to death, but once you step into it, it will be difficult to find your way back.

If you get lost in it, you can easily become a resident of the underworld with no way to return.

Since ancient times, there have been numerous horror legends about this area. Each horror legend actually corresponds to a kind of ghost of the underworld. There is a story about the horror night talk "Hundred Monogatari", which is the earliest one used to record the underworld. information.

The crowd who had eaten, drank, and recharged gathered in the open area.

Either fully armed, or dressed casually, or gearing up...

Confident, fearful, expectant, silent, repressed, they all look alike.

Just when the first person was about to take the first step into the white mist, suddenly...

A pale hand passed through the mist, directly through the young warrior's head, and easily pulled out the bloody soul from his damaged body.

The pale arms withdrew into the mist, followed by blurry silhouettes one after another appearing in the white mist.

Either ferocious, weird, enchanting, or evil...the only thing that is the same is the pair of bright red eyes full of appetite.

A veteran of the shogunate was so frightened that his legs collapsed, his eyes widened, and he shouted in horror: "At the moment of encountering the devil, a hundred ghosts walk at night!"

This time the Underworld Exorcism was different from the past.

Because this time the hunting was initiated by Huang Quan’s side.

There is no waiting for human beings to take the initiative to enter their realm.

Thousands of hundreds of ghosts have appeared in response to the rising white mist. Obviously this is not a coincidence, it can even be said to be premeditated.

This group of people were wandering near the wolf's mouth without knowing it, thinking that they were the hunters. Little did they know that the roles had been quietly reversed.

Clang, Clang, Clang——!

The sound of swords drawn, shouts, gunfire, cannon fire...

The fangs and weapons of both sides collided together, leaving only single-choice questions of life and death in the scattered distance between the canines.

Huangquan Dazu kicked off with the most brutal confrontation in hundreds of years.

Happy New Year's Eve, everyone.

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

I wish you all good health, good luck, prosperity, academic success, and that those who want to be single can find their partner, and those who want to get married will have a pair of twins.

Suddenly I felt that I had no experience in words of blessing, and I didn’t have many opportunities to say nice words on weekdays. Instead, I was busy making fun of each other with the stupid friends in the group.

Ahem, anyway, Happy New Year.

Chapter 607 Brother, you smell so good

Seven days later, in a closed warehouse.

Nan Shizhi lay on a bed made of wooden boxes and fell asleep lightly.

Suddenly, she heard slight footsteps.

The next moment he immediately sat up and pulled out the small half of the blade.

"Who?"

A woman wearing coarse clothes was holding a candle in her hand, and her face turned pale when she was frightened by the light of the knife.

"It's you, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you not to disturb my rest?"

Nan Shizhi took back the knife after seeing the person clearly, frowned and said, "Or did something happen outside?"

"No, it's okay." It looked like a female worker who had been doing menial work for a long time lowered her head, carefully took out a few candies from her arms and put them down: "Just to see you, you haven't eaten anything all day, so..."

Seeing this, Nan Shizhi's eyes softened slightly, and he immediately said: "I don't need it, you can take it back."

"Master Samurai protects our safety. These things are all our thoughts." The female worker replied softly: "You, you can actually leave, but you stayed here to protect us. We are all very grateful."

Nan Shizhi shook his head: "I'm not so kind. I also have my own purpose...staying here is just a convenience."

She glanced at the candy, and then at the worried female worker. She raised her hand to accept the candy, and after eating a small bag of biscuits, the female worker felt relieved, did not dare to disturb, and walked out cautiously.

Watching the candlelight gradually go away.

Nan Shizhi held the blade of the knife and touched the wound on her body with her fingers, which still felt a slight pain.

She lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and her memory traveled back to the past.

……

seven days ago.

The Underworld Exorcism begins, and a hundred ghosts march at night to attack the frontline military defenses.

There is no way to retreat, there is no buffer zone, it is completely a last-ditch fight.

On this day, whether it was the shogunate army or the extraordinary beings recruited, the casualty rate directly exceeded the casualty rate of the entire Huangquan Temple in previous years.

More than 60% of them died in the battle.

No one expected that when the Hundred Ghosts gathered into a group, their fighting power would be so terrifying.

It was like a surging tide of beasts, rushing forward desperately, unable to stop them at all.

The fortifications built of concrete and cement became crumbling under the collision of hundreds of ghosts. Their own material strength was not enough. After all, there has never been an active invasion in Huangquan for more than three hundred years. Although the construction of the fortifications was of very high specifications. It's high, but it doesn't inject any magic or mystery.

It may be barely enough to defend against aircraft bombing or artillery mortar, but it is definitely not enough to defend against the hordes of Underworld Hyakki.

On the first day of the battle, Minami Shiori personally beheaded dozens of demons.

But she made a mistake.

That is the lack of a deep understanding of the overly tenacious vitality of the monsters and the failure to perform extremely important last-ditch attacks.

After one of the demons was killed by her, its true appearance was revealed.

In fact, it is a synthetic demon possessed by facial aura.

She was attacked from behind by Mian Lingqi, leaving a gap in her body and almost losing her fighting ability.

Fortunately, Amemiya Mahiru and Hakuyu were nearby, and after rescuing her, they sent her to the rear of the battle line.

In this chaos, even the wounded had no place to stay and could only be moved to the city three kilometers outside the battle line.

After receiving emergency treatment, she took pills and was casually placed in this warehouse to recuperate, waiting to return to the front line after recovery.

Originally, she planned to rest for a few days.

But things have changed dramatically again.

When the battle on the front line continued until the fifth day, the military front line suddenly collapsed.

Even the shogunate issued a retreat order, but the order at that time was "a certain retreat in an orderly manner", but the result was a "reckless rout".

After losing the blocking front, a large number of ghosts from underworld broke into the city. Many civilians were caught in the white mist before they had time to evacuate, and became the prey of the ghosts.

Because the front line collapsed, Minami Shiori also lost contact with the front line. It was not clear where her sister and husband were now.

She was very anxious, but she did not dare to go out without authorization. While waiting for her injuries to improve, some civilians fled to the warehouse here, and she took them in.

However, the food stored in this warehouse is not much, and it is not enough to support the daily consumption of twenty or thirty people.

Coupled with the lack of medicine for the wounded...the atmosphere became increasingly depressing.

If the shogunate does not come to rescue, these civilians will either die at the hands of demons or stay here and die of being trapped.

Nan Shizhi saw this in his eyes, but was helpless.

The city's permanent population exceeds 70,000 people, and including the circulating population, it is usually around 100,000 people.

Even if more than half were killed or injured in three days, there would still be at least 50,000 people left.

Even if she can solve the problem of feeding twenty or thirty people, she is destined to be unable to save so many people.

The problem still needs to be solved from the source.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and vaguely heard conversations outside.

"Everyone will die, we are all finished, all finished!"

"Why are you crying! It saves your life, just hand it over!"

"Do you think everyone is as tough as you?"

"Okay, why are you arguing? Aren't you tired? Aren't you hungry? Aren't you thirsty? Why don't you save some energy?"

"Hold on for another three or four days, just three or four days, and the Yellow Springs Purification will be over..."

"Stop fantasizing, this time is different, Huangquan is expanding! Even the land under our feet is already in Huangquan!"

"Keep your voice down! Don't disturb other people!"

Arguments and noises will always break out suddenly and then die down suddenly. Everyone is waiting with a sense of despair.

People in this era actually do not believe in the officials above them, and the people of Yingzhou have no hope for the shogunate. Even if they encounter any disaster, they want to solve it themselves instead of relying on the shogunate.

The shogunate is a political power based on the samurai class, and it is also a collection of power that conforms to the interests of all samurai families. If there is development, it will naturally be good for you and me. When encountering problems, it cannot be said that it is completely impossible, at least it is necessary, to expect the shogunate to take care of the civilians. It is a miracle that a magical girl can only make a wish come true.

In the Imperial Council, Mr. Qingtang who dared to propose such a motion would be stabbed in the spine and yelled, "You bitch, you have betrayed the samurai class."

The civilians were most likely abandoned.

Although the shogunate wants to regain the Huangquan territory, it will never choose to confront it head-on at this stage.

As for how many people died here, the shogunate only needed to shift the blame to the expansion of Huangquan. After all, the death of many people was just a number; especially in the feudal Yingzhou, it was really not a big deal.

Minami Shiori couldn't sleep at all because of her worries.

She got up and left the inner room.

The crowd in the warehouse suddenly became calm after seeing her appearance.

Some weak people on the ground stretched out their hands and pulled her trousers as she passed by.

At this time, Minami Shiori could only squat down and comfort the injured person, "Everything will be fine." She also whispered to the hungry children who couldn't sleep, "You won't be hungry when you fall asleep." Say a few nice words to adults to comfort their mood.

She knew that as long as she did this, she could temporarily calm everyone's emotions.

Because in the eyes of this group of people, she is both a Chinese and a warrior who can kill demons and ghosts. Such a powerful person will not lie.

This is a kind of blind faith in a state of extreme crisis. They have never thought deeply about whether Minami Shiori is lying... She is not omnipotent, not a doctor, and has limited intelligence. How can she know how many days the patient can survive? How could he possibly know how many days it would take for rescue to arrive?

She said some beautiful words, but just because she was still standing here, people around her believed her.

They are also forcing themselves to believe.

However, the effect of this placebo is ultimately limited.

In the area shrouded in white fog, sunlight cannot penetrate at all.

After nightfall, the warehouse becomes darker, but there are fewer ghosts wandering around.

Minami Shiori would also take the opportunity to go out and walk around a few nearby blocks, looking for opportunities to kill lone monsters, search for the wounded, inquire about the situation on the front line, and then bring back some safe food and drinking water.

It was less than half an hour until she went out.

A young man quietly crawled back to his original position, holding a bulging paper bag in his hand.