Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

The commander was stunned.

It was not because of Yingchu’s speculation on the origin of mankind and the background of the birth of Linga, but because of the suggestions he gave after these speculations.

Although what he said makes sense, it is well-founded and makes people amazed.

but……

Gather the strength of all mankind just to defeat a primitive man?

What is the other party?

Are they those monsters in special effects movies that burn down entire cities with a single flash of light?

Is this guy crazy?

Many thoughts flashed through the commander's mind in an instant, and finally he took a deep breath and decided to ignore it.

Whether it is right or not, it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, there is basically nothing we can do about it now.

At least Yingchu was right about the lack of manpower and firepower.

"How long will it take for the main force to arrive?"

The commander ordered the signalman to contact his superiors.

Just recently, news came that the division commander would lead a large force to the battlefield, but I don't know where he is now.

But his high expectations will ultimately be dashed.

The signalman had a grim expression on his face: "Reporting to the commander, the Ministry of Defense has just ordered the main force to return to the base, and also ordered my troops to retreat."

"Retreat?! No, why?! Have those old guys finally developed Alzheimer's?"

The commander was so angry that he started cursing.

"The superior replied that it was the Yokosuka base that intervened."

The commander was choked by the signalman's words.

Yokosuka?

Sure enough, America intervened.

The higher-ups must have been under a lot of pressure to give in so readily.

"Sir, do you want to order all troops to retreat?"

The signalman asked after a moment's hesitation.

retreat?

The commander sneered, adjusted his hat, and turned his gaze to the window.

A figure can already be seen attacking the defensive position.

"It's too late. We have to admit that the guys who can hunt dinosaurs are indeed very perceptive. They can even find out where the 'key points' of modern military operations are."

"As a soldier, dying with your back to the enemy is a disgrace. Moreover, this defeat is not my fault. I lost because of my position. If I were killed by the enemy as a soldier, then I would have won a glorious victory as a man."

"Doctor Yingchu, I know I'm interested in him, but you should stay here honestly. Your life and the lives of my subordinates will become the last and most precious trophies of my life along with my self-esteem."

After saying this, without giving Yingchu any room to refuse, the veteran, who was over fifty years old, opened the car door with a heavy face, forcefully dispersed the guards, and stood almost alone in the open space outside the car, looking straight ahead, quietly waiting for Linga to kill him.

The primitive man opened his eyes: 12. The demon crossing the sea of ​​fire

"Sir!"

The signalman was at a loss, his trembling hands suspended in mid-air, hesitating whether to inform the deputy company commander who was leading people to rescue the hostages of the situation here.

The 1st Division has three general companies, also called regiments, which are equivalent to regimental units in other countries.

Since the military restructuring, there has not been a case of an officer of this level being killed on the battlefield, let alone an example of an officer taking the initiative to step forward and sacrifice his life in exchange for the enemy's retreat.

I am afraid that even if they survive, they will have to face a series of turmoil such as disbandment and rectification.

The deputy captain's action team is composed of elite soldiers. If they can come back to help in time, perhaps...

"Do you want more of your comrades to die in front of you?"

Suddenly, accompanied by an abrupt sound, a hand lightly rested on the signalman's shoulder.

Although it was not heavy, the signalman felt a numbness in his shoulder and his body began to become out of control, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"you……!"

"Don't glare at me like that. I don't want to watch your beloved commander lose his life, so I'm glad he made the right choice."

Yingchu said this with a smile, not taking the other party's murderous glare to heart at all.

"It is also one of my obligations as a specially-appointed expert to stop you from acting recklessly now."

Then, regardless of whether the other party understood or not, he looked out the car window.

It's not just him.

At this moment, I don’t know how many eyes are focused here.

Not to mention the military satellites in the sky and the soldiers who kept gathering and setting up blockades in an attempt to stop them.

Even the reporter who managed to survive rushed to the scene breathlessly carrying a camera. He was hiding in an alley less than a hundred meters away from the linga to take pictures.

The soldiers naturally noticed the existence of the little mouse, but paid no attention to it.

My house is about to be broken into, so I don’t have the time to care about those irrelevant people.

Linga didn't know what these people were thinking.

Intense exercise causes a large amount of dopamine to be secreted, and the factors of pleasure rush through the blood, so that even the sound of breathing sounds like a laugh expressing satisfaction.

The sweat sparkled on the body surface, as if it had just been fished out of the water. Every move he made emitted crystal clear droplets of water, which were reflected by the sunlight and made to sparkle.

The red skin radiates visible heat, partly due to the rapid blood circulation and partly due to bullets and artillery fire.

A careful search reveals some scratches.

If they had shown mercy in the beginning just for the sake of capturing him, now they were risking everything.

Despite this, only minor scratches were added to Linga's body, just like the bumps and bruises that ordinary people encounter in their daily lives, scratches here and bumps there, and for Linga himself, this is also a part of life.

It can be said that from this moment on, it can be regarded as "real daily life".

But how could this not make the soldiers feel deeply desperate?

Linga regarded the position that was built with great effort as a ditch, and he just stepped over it with a slight increase in pace.

They rushed forward one after another in an attempt to die with him, but were swatted away like mosquitoes and flies. The bullets and artillery fire were like bites, and when they accumulated to a certain level, they only left redness, swelling and abrasions on his body.

Even the head-on collision with the chariot, which was highly anticipated, was resisted by Linga.

"Hey!"

A sound of excessive exertion is made from the nasal cavity.

Linga actually lifted the front of the chariot by force, and then kicked the bottom of the chariot fiercely, kicking the entire chariot off the ground. He then sneaked underneath to hold it, and suddenly exerted force with both arms to throw it towards the front position!

This scene is so déjà vu.

Some people sitting in front of the TV or watching on the Internet suddenly realized, isn’t this just carrying rice?

Grab the rice bag and push it down, while exerting force to lift it onto your shoulder.

But, who in this world can carry and throw an infantry fighting vehicle weighing more than 20 tons like a sack?

Boom boom boom boom...!

The tank fell to the ground, injuring several people and destroying several heavy machine guns, and also destroyed the minefield that the soldiers had carefully laid.

Explosions, impacts, and high fever dominated the battlefield for a moment. All the soldiers retreated away from it, but Linga was the only one who was fearless. As if to prove that all these things that were feared could not defeat him, he ran and sprinted under the shock wave.

A dozen snipers in the dark dropped their weapons in despair.

Even more desperate were the soldiers.

Linga stepped on the scorched depression, with the heat waves of the sea of ​​fire sweeping across the sky and earth behind him. Every step he took as he crossed the sea of ​​fire seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

The front was covered with an indelible shadow, making it impossible to see his specific features, but his red eyes were not even enough to be concealed by flames.

The heat-distorted atmosphere seemed to blur his form.

This made his already extraordinary body become extremely terrifying in everyone's eyes, like a demon walking out of hell!

Many soldiers lost their defenses and the courage to shoot. When the linga approached, they could do nothing but stare blankly.

Until they passed each other, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and he knelt on the ground, tears bursting out uncontrollably.

Is he moved because he survived, or is he devastated because his self-esteem was shattered?

It’s a mixture of emotions, hard to describe in words.

In short, one fact is clearly engraved in my bones.

That is - defeat.

Human nature lost to wildness, wisdom lost to brute force...if you count them carefully, you will find that there are too many places of failure.

Perhaps it was the instinct left over from ancient times that enabled it to realize this, so it went against its normal behavior and forcefully seized control of the body, and then... lowered its proud head to the king.

There are obviously still a lot of troops and enough equipment and ammunition.

But this moment.

No one stepped forward to stop Linga.

Even wherever Linga went, people would kneel on the ground and cry loudly.

It was even more exaggerated than the victor taking prisoners or the king inspecting his territory. It was hard to understand what on earth these people were thinking?!

As soldiers, don't they have any self-respect?

The commander with gray hair took a deep breath and stared at Linga from a distance without showing any weakness. When Linga came within ten meters, he took off his military cap and placed it on the ground carefully as if it were a precious thing. Then he threw away the pistol at his waist, unbuttoned his collar and rolled up his sleeves.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like he's planning to fight someone with bare hands.

are you crazy?

Maybe.

No normal person would think of fighting Linga with fists after seeing his fighting ability.

If I had to find a reason other than seeking death, I'm afraid it would only be 'that'.

Linga read the answer from his eyes.

It's not that I'm unconvinced or unwilling.

It is neither resentment nor anger.

But -

"Do you want to tell me that you can punch like me? Do you want to be 'me'?"

Linga thought to himself, and a bright smile broke out on his face, which was stained by the baptism of fire.

When people are about to die, they always give up everything and return to their original nature.

This is when humans shine the brightest.

In a sense, it is also the strongest!

As he thought about it, he slowly raised his hand and reached out to the commander.

Gudong!

I don't know how many people swallowed their saliva while watching this picture.

But fear was not enough to make them look away or even blink.

Heart pounding.

Countless thoughts are surging.

What would he do?

What will this 'person' do?