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Chapter 021 : The Main Cannon Fires, Yangcheng Shakes!

Li Xiang returned to the northern city wall.

His centurion team is responsible for Area D.

The soldiers have received orders to enter the third level of combat readiness.

Boxes of ammunition were carried up the city wall.

Firearms were moved out of the arsenal one by one by the logistics staff and placed next to each soldier.

The air is full of depressive atmosphere.

Everyone became nervous.

Lao Wang leaned against the city wall, lit a cigarette, and looked ahead.

Under the gray sky, the cigarette butt in the veteran's mouth flickered, and the giant main gun at the rear slowly raised its huge barrel.

"Captain." Di Shimao came to Li Xiang and was a little surprised to see him dressed in ancient Taoist priest attire, but he quickly gathered his thoughts and gave a brief report.

Li Xiang nodded and turned to look east.

"Captain Li, come here, here is your wine!"

Xu Zhu came here, and the soldiers accompanying him piled boxes of beer next to Li Xiang.

Di Shimao looked at him and said in surprise, "Captain Xu..."

Snap.

Got hit on the head.

"I am the deputy battalion commander now!" Xu Zhu looked unhappy.

Di Shimao quickly changed his words, "Deputy Battalion Commander Xu, isn't this bad? Drinking before the war is against discipline."

"Commander Xu didn't even say anything about the discipline, but you, a little lieutenant, are still here babbling!"

"If you don't want to, I will move them all! Don't say that I, the deputy battalion commander, am partial and have treated you badly!"

Di Shimao apologized quickly and asked the soldiers to come over and take the wine away.

Xu Zhu snorted, turned to look at Li Xiang next to him, hesitated for a moment, and then said seriously, "Captain Li, the defense section of Area D depends on you."

Li Xiang nodded and said calmly: "I am here, and the city is here."

His expression was calm and his voice had no fluctuations, but Xu Zhu could hear a majestic aura.

The new deputy battalion commander, who was always regarded as a big boss, took two steps forward, stood next to Li Xiang, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Commander Xu said, if something cannot be done, retreat. Never risk your life."

Li Xiang was slightly surprised, then nodded, "I understand."

In Xu Zhu's heart, there was a hint of disappointment, but he also breathed a sigh of relief, a very contradictory feeling.

He knew what Commander Xu was thinking.

Li Xiang is the first person to return to his ancestor Zhang Sanfeng, and he is also the future of Yangcheng. It can even be said that he will have a place in Kyushu in the future.

This kind of peerless genius should not have perished in the small Yangcheng.

He promised that although Zhu Zhu was a rough man and a reckless man, he still understood the principle of leaving green hills without worrying about running out of firewood.

But... subconsciously, he still hoped that Li Xiang would fight to the death.

Like himself, like all the soldiers and officers on the city wall.

With conflicting feelings, Xu Zhu sighed and turned to leave.

Li Xiang ordered Di Shimao next to him, "pass the wine."

Not long after, all the soldiers in this hundred-man team received beer.

Drinking before the war was something I would never even think about on a normal day.

So at this time, many soldiers opened their mouths to drink, and they were very happy.

Lao Wang, on the other hand, had a solemn expression, looking at the beer next to him in a daze.

At some point, Li Xiang came next to him and asked, "Why don't you drink?"

Lao Wang wanted to salute, but was stopped. He sighed and said, "I have served in the Beicheng Defense Force for twenty-six years and have only experienced level three combat readiness once."

"That time, seven second-level monsters, leading tens of thousands of ferocious beasts, attacked the city wall. The defense section we were responsible for almost fell."

"But that time, the headquarters did not allow drinking before the war."

The veteran, who was nearly fifty years old, turned to look at Li Xiang.

"Captain, are you emboldening us? We are not cowards, and we are not afraid of death. This drink is unnecessary."

At this time the wind started blowing.

Below the city, in the dense primeval forest, the branches and leaves vibrated and made a buzzing sound, as if they were wailing or crying.

Li Xiang murmured, "It's not about being brave, it's about practicing."

Lao Wang was stunned.

Practice?

For soldiers to defend the city and leave their combat positions is dereliction of duty and violation of military discipline.

So what kind of practice is this?

But the next moment.

Lao Wang reacted, his eyes complicated, he grabbed a can of beer, pulled out the tab, and drank it hard.

To practice it is to fight to the death.

It seems that this beast tide is very dangerous, and even the headquarters does not have much confidence.

This wine may very well be the last time they drink it.

Suddenly there was a loud siren sound, soaring into the sky.

Immediately afterwards.

boom.

An explosion sounded from the sky behind.

The muzzle of the 40-meter-long main gun with a caliber of 6 meters exploded with a bright light.

Dazzling, dazzling, like a small sun.

Under the impact of the explosion, the 11-ton artillery shell was shot out with a terrifying initial speed of 3290 meters/second.

On the extension line of the gun barrel, the cannonball squeezed the air, leaving a huge trail across the sky and earth over the vast dense forest.

Under the main gun, the gun base, which had withstood the huge recoil, was pressed downwards, and the several-meter-thick elastic steel plate was dented, transmitting this terrifying force to the city wall.

Li Xiang turned around and saw ripples of power spreading along the surface of the city wall, starting from the main gun.

The surface of the city wall is like a ribbon waved by a dancer, rising and falling.

By the time the undulation reached his feet, the force had weakened by more than half, but it still bounced boxes of ammunition.

Phew...the screeching sound of cannonballs breaking through the air reached the ears of the soldiers on the city wall.

When the main guns on the northern city wall opened fire, the main guns on the east, south, and west walls also opened fire at the same time.

Four dazzling lights appeared over Yangcheng, illuminating the gray sky.

In the city.

The news of level 3 alert has already been passed on through the city government.

Factories are suspended, schools are closed, shops are closed, and all citizens are prohibited from going out.

Throughout Yangcheng, the streets and alleys were empty and dead silent.

In No. 2 Middle School, all students returned to the classroom.

"There are powerful atavistic warriors and warriors on the city wall. It's not your turn to worry."

"What you have to do is study hard. Even if you awaken your ancestral bloodline and become a powerful ancestral warrior in the future, you must work hard and not be held back."

The head teacher’s sincere education.

At this moment, a bright light suddenly appeared.

The students who were studying hard raised their heads and turned around to look.

Passing through the window, I saw a bright light appearing on the city wall.

"Main gun, that's the main gun!"

Some students exclaimed.

All the students stood up, rushed to the window, and huddled together.

The firelight shone on the faces of dozens of boys and girls.

Immediately afterwards, the shock wave from the main gun came.

boom.

The windows were shaken and rattled.

"The main gun is firing! It's a tide of beasts!"

"Large-scale beast tide!"

The students exclaimed.

The head teacher stood up quickly and shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, return to your seats!"

After driving the students back to their seats, the head teacher closed the curtains and said in a deep voice: "No one is allowed to leave their seats!"

With that said, he rushed out of the classroom and ran to the next grade office.

While we were still in the corridor, the campus radio started to sound.

"I just received a notification from the city government that there is a large-scale beast attack!"

"Repeat, there is a large-scale beast attack!"

"All students, return to their respective classes. The class teacher is optimistic about the students in his class!"

"To avoid the harm caused by the main gun shock wave, all students should stay away from the window seats!"



Chengbei Textile Factory, in the workshop.

The machines, tables and chairs, and the incandescent lights overhead were all shaking.

Xu Xiulian and her colleagues squatted under the textile machine according to their usual drills.

"Aunt Xiulian, how long will this main gun last?" asked a young colleague next to her.

Xu Xiulian shook her head, "No one can say for sure. I have lived for more than 40 years, and this is the second time I have seen the main gun fire."

Under the textile machine next door, a female textile worker in her thirties took over the conversation, "It was that time eighteen years ago, right? I was still in my second year of high school at that time, and all my classmates were scared."

"Yes, during that large-scale beast attack, our northern city wall almost collapsed. More than two thousand city defense troops died, and the bodies were all hauled away by trucks."

"It's even worse on the west side of the city. Most of the soldiers in the city defense army died, and all the returnees died in the battle."

Some people recalled the tragic situation and sighed.

"Oh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have allowed my son to join the city defense army."

"Sister Deng, what you said is too much. Our children can't go even if we want to. You can't just take advantage of the city defense army and regret it when the war comes."

"I mean, well, I don't know what my son's condition is now."

Colleagues are talking a lot.

However, Xu Xiulian remembered that eighteen years ago, she was pregnant and her husband died fighting on the city wall.

She couldn't help but feel sad. She quietly wiped away her tears, took out her cell phone, and called her son.

Still powered off.

Xu Xiulian murmured to herself, "What kind of job does this brat have? At this time, I don't know how to send a message to my mother."


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