When Hun Canglan heard this, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his face was filled with excitement and expectation:
"Yes, will! This is the biggest difference between us and the enemy. I don't want to go back to being a rat in the gutter. I want to live under the light, even if it means dying for it, I won't hesitate!"
His voice was firm and powerful, as if at this moment, he had put his own life and death aside, and only hoped to contribute his own strength to this land and this light.
Ling Xiao looked at Hun Canglan, and a warm current surged in his heart. He patted Hun Canglan's shoulder and said sincerely: "Then you must survive, for this land, for this light, and for you.
Own."
His voice was low and powerful, as if at this moment, he had condensed all his blessings and expectations into these words.
Hun Canglan nodded, with a firm light shining in his eyes: "The same goes for you, Ling Xiao. We all have to survive, witness the victory of this war together, and welcome our bright future together."
"Everyone is the same." Ling Xiao responded with a smile, his eyes full of expectations and longing for the future.
Hun Canglan smiled, turned and left.
His steps were firm and powerful, as if at this moment, he had left all his fears and anxieties behind, and only hoped to join the battle as soon as possible, and contribute his share to this land and this light.
share of strength.
Ling Xiao stood there, watching Hun Canglan's back fade away. An inexplicable sense of loss surged in his heart, as if at this moment, he had already felt the coming parting and sacrifice.
Is everyone the same? This question echoed repeatedly in Ling Xiao's heart, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
Can all of them really survive? He knew that this was almost impossible. The cruelty of the battlefield had already been deeply imprinted on his heart.
Even if they win in the end, more than half of them will die. This is the price of war and a reality that every soldier must face.
Ling Xiao's mind flashed to those brothers who had fought side by side, their smiles, their bravery, their sacrifices... all of this made him feel heartbroken and helpless.
"Grandpa, father, mother..." Ling Xiao whispered these relatives softly, and a deep longing surged in his heart. He seemed to see his grandfather's kind smile, hear his father's stern teachings, and feel his mother's
Warm embrace.
These relatives were the most important presence in his life. They gave him the strength and courage to persevere on the battlefield.
However, now, he may have reached the end of his life. This battle may be his last battle. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to condense all his thoughts and reluctance into this moment.
He knew that he could not retreat or give up, because he was a warrior and the guardian of this land.
Ling Xiao looked into the distance, his eyes passing through the smoke and war, as if he saw the quiet and peaceful home.
There were his relatives, his friends, and everything about him. He silently told himself that no matter what the outcome was, he would fight and sacrifice for that land and those relatives.
At this moment, Ling Xiao's heart was filled with determination and courage. He knew that he was ready to face the upcoming fate. Whether he lived or died, he would be worthy of this land, his relatives, and his family.
Own.
…
Time passed slowly like fine sand, and the night unknowingly lost its mysterious veil, and a faint fish belly white gradually appeared on the horizon.
This whiteness is like a farewell to the night and a preview of the day, heralding the arrival of a new day.
After a while, a red sun seemed to be held up by invisible hands and slowly jumped out from the end of the horizon, spreading golden light all over the earth, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to the world that was about to fall into war.
However, this tranquility and beauty did not last long. The enemy defense line in the distance began to stir, as if a group of wild beasts had been imprisoned for a long time, and finally waited for the moment of release. The clouds of war once again shrouded the sky over Luanmo City,
It gives people chills.
At this moment, a man rose into the sky, like a god descending to earth, overlooking the entire direction of Luanmo City. His figure looked particularly tall in the morning light, as if he were an insurmountable mountain, which made people feel awe.
This person is the fourth chief priest of the Holy Church of Zhenhun Mansion. He is wearing a gorgeous sacrificial robe and a golden crown. His eyes are shining with cold light, as if he can see everything in the world.
He floated quietly in the air, and after a moment, his eyes scanned the endless army at his feet like a sharp sword.
With the blessing of Yuanli, his voice was like a bell, resounding throughout Luanmo City: "Rebels of Zhenmo Mansion, listen up! The Holy Church upholds the virtue of living well, and we do not want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. We hereby
The purpose of this time is to kill the chief culprits - Long Yingtian, Cheng Shifei, Hun Huan, Hun Yu, Ling Xiao! As long as you are willing to surrender and put down your weapons, we will forget about it and let you return to the right path!"
With the blessing of Yuanli, these words spread quickly throughout Luanmo City like a rolling torrent. Both the soldiers guarding the city and the people in the city heard these words clearly. It was like an invisible force.
Power impacts everyone's heart, making people think and make decisions.
Although everyone knows that these words are destroying the morale of the army, like an invisible knife, silently carving cracks in everyone's hearts.
But it is also the most useful. It is like a strong medicine that ignites a desire for survival in the hearts of people who are already thinking about death. This desire is like a weak candle, swaying in the darkness, making people
Can't be ignored.
Long Yingtian shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of complex emotions. This is reality, cruel and real. The oppression of the church is like a huge stone pressing on everyone's heart, making it difficult to breathe. He deeply
We know that in the face of such an opponent, it is not easy to maintain a firm morale in the military.
He took a deep breath to make his voice stand out clearly in the noise: "Those who want to surrender, surrender now. I don't want to be stabbed in the back during the battle." There was a hint of determination in his tone, and he also said.
With a hint of helplessness.
He understands that once these words are spoken, it means that he must accept those who choose to surrender, and this also means that his team will no longer be complete.
When he said this, some people in the crowd immediately began to waver. Their eyes flashed with hesitation and struggle, as if they were making the most difficult decision in their lives at this moment.
Finally, someone took the first step and surrendered to the Templar Alliance.