War is not a street fight, nor is it playing house. It is a matter of fighting, fighting and exchanging countless lives.
Use human flesh and blood, use human lives, to exchange the lives of monsters.
Fighting for life is always cruel and bloody.
Nearly half of the 40,000 soldiers in Akagi fell on the battlefield in less than half an hour.
With such a high battle loss rate, if it had been placed in ancient times, it would have collapsed long ago.
But on this battlefield, not a single person flinched and ran away.
Behind them is the land of Kyushu, and they have no way out.
Go ahead, go ahead, keep going.
Fighting with terrifying monsters several times his own.
This battlefield is a huge meat grinder, constantly harvesting flesh, blood and life.
Like purgatory.
And there are countless such purgatory on the vast front that stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles.
In a battle where the fate of the country is at stake, tens of millions of warriors across Kyushu are risking their lives.
Deep in the demon realm.
In Li Xiang's sea of consciousness, spots of light kept appearing, and each spot of light was a soldier who had just died.
On the book of life and death in his hand, new names appeared densely.
He flipped through page after page, injecting majestic Yin Qi into the Book of Life and Death.
Every time a page is turned, the name on that page turns into a black light spot, leaving the book of life and death and flying to their respective battlefields.
Turn another page.
"Zhao Kang, Xu Chengyang, Qian Qianyi..."
More than twenty names appeared one after another.
Li Xiang sighed.
He has an impression of these people.
They are all members of the Spark Project.
He raised his head and looked forward. His will covered one-third of the Demon Realm. At the rear of the Demon Realm, chaos and war were rising everywhere.
Like sparks.
However, there were several auras of demon kings patrolling the vast demon territory, and wherever they passed, the chaos came to an abrupt end.
There are a few more names on this page of the Book of Life and Death.
Li Xiang sighed and poured spiritual energy into the book of life and death, and these names turned into round and tiny black beads, flying everywhere.
Being in the rear of the monster clan, these souls are likely to be attacked and killed by high-level monsters after they are awakened. What Li Xiang can do is to use soul-solidifying beads to condense these souls to prevent these heroic souls from being scattered.
Li Xiang turned over another page and was slightly startled when he saw familiar names one after another.
"Gu Dabiao, Xie Kun, Dong Jie..."
More and more names filled the page, and then familiar names appeared on the next page one by one.
They are all atavisms and warriors from Akagi.
Li Xiang raised his head, looked northeast, and frowned slightly.
He tore off the more than ten pages of the Book of Life and Death.
King Yama on the side was startled and wanted to step forward to dissuade him, but failed to move.
Li Xiang raised the more than ten pages of the book of life and death, and nearly 30,000 names turned into 30,000 black light spots, flying toward the northeast.
He turned to another page and saw the words "Zhao Wuji" quickly turned red, and said coldly: "Yam Luo!"
King Yama hurriedly stepped forward: "My servant is here."
Li Xiang threw the book of life and death into the hands of King Yama, "All the people in Chicheng and Yangcheng will be erased from the book of life and death."
King Yama was shocked, "This..."
Li Xiang snorted coldly, and the terrifying pressure was released. King Yama's soul trembled, "I accept the decree!"
Li Xiang said: "The book of life and death is handed over to you. Tens of thousands of soldiers in Kyushu who have died on the battlefield and have not yet lost their souls can be awakened by the power of the book of life and death."
King Yama did not dare to refuse and hurriedly said: "I accept the decree!"
"Du Ziren."
"I'm here!"
Li Xiang threw the soul-calling flag over, "You take the soul-calling flag, patrol the frontline battlefield, and summon the souls of the dead heroes to fight!"
He also called the Northern Ghost Emperor Zhang Heng and Yang Yun to assist.
After a series of orders were issued, Li Xiang turned into a stream of light and flew toward the northeast.
In fact, for the overall situation, he can exert the greatest effect by taking command.
But Li Xiang couldn't just watch the people he knew die tragically on the battlefield.
He planned the entire battle before leaving. This was the limit of what he could do.
…
There was an injured soldier lying on the ground. Zhao Tingting knelt beside him, gritted her teeth, rinsed his leaked intestines with alcohol several times, and stuffed them back into his abdomen.
The soldier grabbed Zhao Tingting's arm in pain and wanted to say something, but he just opened his mouth and hissed in his throat.
"It's okay, you will survive!"
Zhao Tingting comforted her and turned to look at the first aid kit, only to find that the gauze had been used up. So she pulled off her underwear without hesitation and pressed it on the soldier's abdominal wound, which was more than 20 centimeters long. She then took off her coat and used it as gauze to tie his abdomen.
.
Under the current conditions, this is all we can do.
"Wounded, there are wounded here!"
Zhao Tingting roared with red eyes. Not far away, a warrior heard her words and rushed over. While running, a tail spike suddenly appeared on the ground and pierced his thigh directly.
The warrior fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and knelt down half-kneeling to stabilize his body. The tail thorn came at him again. The warrior grabbed it, and the tail thorn passed through the palm of his hand, but he pinched it in his hand and pulled it hard.
A goat-sized scorpion demon was pulled out and pounced on the warrior with two large pincers.
The warrior suddenly exerted his strength, picked up the prone scorpion demon, and slapped it hard on the rocks.
With a snap, the crouching scorpion demon exploded and died, and the thick dark green liquid exploded and sputtered.
The warrior turned around and trotted towards Zhao Tingting, "I'm here to help..."
Halfway through the words, the warrior, whose whole body was infected by the poison, foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground convulsing.
Zhao Tingting rushed over in a hurry, but found that the warrior had no breathing and heartbeat, so she quickly pressed on the opponent's chest and performed cardiac resuscitation.
But just after pressing it twice, the warrior's chest sank, and the heart and lungs inside were corroded by the scorpion venom and turned into a pile of rotten flesh.
Zhao Tingting was in a daze for a while, and then she felt a burning sensation on her hands. She hurriedly grabbed the soil and rubbed her hands frantically.
"You, go..."
The wounded soldier finally made a voice.
Zhao Tingting came to her senses and rushed over again. Enduring the severe pain, her ulcerated and peeling hands went through the wounded soldier's armpits, dragged him up from behind, and walked back step by step with difficulty.
In his ears, the sound of gunfire, artillery, the roars and screams of human warriors and monster beasts all mixed together.
Blood everywhere, smoke everywhere.
There was an artillery pit more than thirty meters behind. Zhao Tingting dragged the wounded soldier and moved her whole body towards the artillery pit inch by inch.
But at this moment, not far away on the left, the fuel tank of a tank was hit, the tank exploded, and pieces of iron screamed and flew towards him. They passed right through the waist of the wounded soldier and stopped him.
Cut off.
Zhao Tingting felt her body light up and dragged the wounded soldier backwards. When she got up in a hurry, the wounded soldier had died and his organs were flowing all over the floor.
Zhao Tingting knelt on the ground, opened her mouth, and screamed silently.
The cruelty of war far exceeded her imagination.
The young girl knelt on the ground and stared blankly at the gray sky.
A fighter plane collided with a flying monster and exploded into a ball of flames.
A huge figure flew backwards.
Zhao Wuji vomited a mouthful of blood and stared at the two demon kings in front of him, "Damn it, I didn't expect there were two."
The dragon, covered with injuries, lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
Zhao Wuji stretched out his trembling hand and touched its head, "I don't blame you, these two monsters are identical twins with exactly the same breath. Even I can't tell them apart."
The dragon let out a mournful cry, and the last breath of life disappeared, falling downwards.
On the ground, densely packed monster beasts were running towards the direction where the dragon fell, trying to compete for this rare delicacy in the world.
Zhao Wuji stretched out his hand, and his spiritual energy turned into immortal power, wrapping up the dead dragon, "These beasts are not worthy."
The dragon's body burned and turned into ashes, which were blown away by the wind.
Zhao Wuji looked down.
Of Akagi's 40,000-strong army, less than one-third remained.
Zhao Wuji murmured, "You are underestimating the enemy. This battle seems to be lost."
