Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - z308

As the so-called “moving the whole body with one blow”, the trace of the large-scale movement of the Steam Army cannot be controlled by the Boxing Temple.

The main force of the Tekken Army was originally looking for a strategic battle with the Steam Army. Now it no longer hides its true strength. Dozens of troops and hundreds of Thousand Boxer priests are like an enraged bee swarm. Chaoguz’s village approached.

In the strategically important ground, the two sides have been entangled with each other, staged a good show where the brave men meet in a narrow way to the death.

And more troops are still coming from all sides to enrich their aggressive teams.

It ’s like two monsters with dozens of heads on each end, opening hundreds of blood basins and biting each other tightly. This side has been covered with bruises and blood, but it is still expanding and growing. And stared at the opponent intently, ready to give the opponent a fatal blow at any time.

All the fronts of the hundred-mile-long front have already caused a storm.

Gus’s small village, like the center of a storm, still maintains a fragile calm.

Speaking of which, the battle between the two sides was due to him.

But in fact, he is like the fuse of an unprecedented big bang. Without him, the explosion is only a matter of time.

Therefore, after the main forces of the two sides really collided fiercely, the commanders of each other focused their full attention on the opponent, instead forgetting his existence.

In particular, the commander of the Southern Steam Army did not want this so-called “son” to gain greater influence so as to affect his status, but he did not want the “son” to be captured and killed by the enemy, so as to boost morale. Suffered a devastating blow.

The so-called “Holy Son”, as a mascot, is best kept in captivity behind it.

Therefore, in the next few days, although Gus’ body was recovered, he was unable to go to the front line of the fiercest fighting, and even did not meet the senior staff and commander of the Southern Steam Army.

The most he saw were the wounded soldiers sent down from the front, as well as the old and weak women and children responsible for caring for the wounded.

The Steam Army used his village as a battlefield hospital.

Of course, the world of Boxing God has just developed into the nascent stage of the steam era. The so-called “battlefield hospital” concept is actually extremely imperfect. There is no good way to treat injured patients with broken bones or even blurred flesh. Except for applying and bandaging with placebo-like herbs, one can only hope that his “son” will bring about a miracle without healing.

Unfortunately, the so-called miracle is something that cannot be copied.

For a few sleepless days and nights, Gus stayed beside those wounded or even immature wounded, praying and treating awkwardly for them.

But the only thing he could do was to listen to the moaning before the death was getting weaker, and then watch the wounded people spit out bleak blood bubbles, one by one, until the last one.

Although their enemies are often bare-handed.

However, the iron fist army who has undergone cruel practice has a body like steel and double fists like siege hammers and heavy artillery. When it dances wildly, it has literally ten million pounds of power. It is literally “stick to death, wipe Perish. ”

The significance of sending the wounded from such iron fists to the rear is not so much for treatment as it is to not want them to die on the front line, so as not to damage morale.

Although not many wounded were rescued, no one blame Gus for his hard work.

Everyone is still convinced of his “Holy Son” identity. There are even rumors that if he could die under the prayer of Gus, the soul would rise up with the steam and go to the real paradise.

In this way, Gus needs more wounded. Many wounded and seriously injured, who are dying into obsession, can’t wait to hope that he can die under Gus’ prayers.

There are also old and weak women and children who take care of the wounded. There is no full-time doctor and nurse in the battlefield hospital of Boxing God World. The care of the wounded is nothing more than the civilians affected by the war.

Many children’s parents are zealots of steam teaching. Maybe as early as in the fierce charge, they will be turned into muddy mud under the enemies’ iron fists.

Such children have all become Gus’ loyal fans, admiring him enthusiastically, like little tails that cannot be thrown away, following Gus day and night.

And Gus also heard the stories of numerous mechanical and steam fanatics from the wounded and the small fanatics.

It’s not surprising.

It’s nothing more than how the Boxing Shrine arrogated and forced people to live, and severely cracked down on various inventions related to machinery and steam. Eventually they forced the people.

But these stories have happened countless times and will happen countless times in the future. They are spoken from the spouting mouths, ejected from a pair of eyes that are innocent, and shake with a twist and deformation. The handwriting that was written down gave Gus the shock but it was particularly strong.

This is a deformed world.

Before he watched hundreds of people in a brutal and brutal form, before he died tragically in front of himself, Gus had never realized this deeply.

The hundred-footed worm is dead but not dead. Even if this so-called “strategic decisive battle” is really won by the Steam Army, it does not mean that the entire army of the Iron Fist Army is annihilated and the rule of the Boxing Temple is completely collapsed.

The Steam Army consolidates the rule of the South at most, and then, the world of Boxing God will enter a state of confrontation between North and South.

In the next hundred years or even thousands of years, fierce battles will continue with countless corpses running across the wild, and this world will be completely turned into Shura hell.

Even if the mechanics and steam teaching completely defeated the Boxing Shrine and brought the entire world into the steam era, Gus already knew that steam civilization is still not the highest form of civilization. One day, new power will rise again and it will be destroyed. , Sweep the power of steam into the garbage dump of history.

How many innocent people will die in the process?

Gus didn’t know.

He was tangled.

Holding the hands that the wounded soldiers are cooling down-many wounded soldiers are not much older than him, their green faces are pale against the red blood, listening to their names of father, mother and beloved girl Gus, there is really no way to not treat them as living, flesh and blood people.

However, if Gus watched the world of Boxing God fall into a century or even a thousand years of **** battles, let these living people like him be flesh and blood and become a meaningless number of casualties in Shura hell, neither he nor he could accept .

“If there is really a perfect paradise, would it be possible to transfer everyone into it and live a carefree, forgetful life, wouldn’t it be bad?”

The night was quiet, and when he curled up tiredly to snore in the corner of the bed, this ghostly thought would come to mind uncontrollably.