"Brother Ling, stop working around, I can't do it anymore." Bai Sha's voice was weak and hoarse. He was breathing hard, his eyes full of despair for the future. "If you waste a quarter of an hour, the enemy will kill us more."
A few people. I don’t want to drag you down, let alone the entire team..."
When Ling Xiao heard this, an unknown fire surged in his heart. He glared at Bai Sha fiercely, with both reproach and determination in his eyes. "Didn't you hear me tell you to shut up?" His voice was low and powerful.
, as if it could penetrate Bai Sha's soul.
"If we can't even save our friends, then what's the point of this war? We fight to protect our homeland and our loved ones. If we can't even save our brothers who are fighting side by side, then what kind of warriors are we?"
Ling Xiao's words hit Bai Sha's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving him momentarily speechless. Looking at Ling Xiao's firm eyes, he felt an inexplicable feeling of emotion and guilt in his heart. He knew that he
Ling Xiao could no longer be persuaded to give up treatment.
"Just stay quiet," Ling Xiao continued, with no doubt in his tone. "As soon as you save your life, go to the rear and rest. After you have rested, fight again. We will never give up on each other. This is our promise."
After saying that, Ling Xiao lowered his head again and focused on the treatment in his hands. His hands moved quickly and accurately on Bai Sha's wound, and every movement contained his deep affection and responsibility for his comrades.
Bai Sha turned his head with difficulty, looking across the smoke-filled battlefield to the distance. Everyone there was trying their best, and their figures flickered in and out of the flames of war, like candles swaying in the wind.
Tenacity.
Sweat and blood intertwined, blurring their faces, but they could not conceal their persistence and determination in fighting for survival.
However, even though they worked so hard, the casualties continued to rise. On the battlefield, the soul warriors fell one by one, their bodies gradually cooled, and the fire of life was extinguished in the endless battle.
The Heavenly Soul Saint stood among them, holding the lives that were about to pass away with both hands, her eyes filled with helplessness and despair.
She wanted to save every soldier, but unfortunately, she was not proficient in medical skills, so she could only watch helplessly as the soldiers held tightly in her arms lost their breath one by one in her arms.
.
Her heart was filled with grief, anger and pain, and tears rolled in her eyes, but they never fell. She knew that now was not the time to cry. She must be strong and transform these grief, anger and pain into the strength to fight.
So, she took a deep breath, swallowed her tears and sadness together, straightened her back again, clenched the weapon in her hand, and continued to fight.
She knew that every time she swung her sword, she might gain a glimmer of life for her people; every time she charged, she might make the enemy pay a heavy price. The more enemies she killed, the more her people would survive.
It is her only belief and motivation now.
On the other side, Hun Canglan stood on the battlefield holding a curled weapon, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, but he only knew that the brothers he had brought from his clan had fallen.
There were dozens of them.
Their figures gradually faded away on the battlefield, turning into cold figures that were engraved in his heart forever.
At this moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions. There was mourning for the deceased, hatred for the enemy, and confusion and uneasiness about the future.
Only at this time did he truly appreciate the painstaking efforts and depth of the clan leader. Those exhortations and teachings that had echoed in his ears now came like a tide, making him instantly understand what war was.
War is the most cruel game in this world. There is no point-and-shoot exchange here, and there is no courtesy exchange of martial arts. Here, every moment is full of unknowns and dangers. Even if you are exhausted, you must still remain vigilant at all times.
, because the shadow of death may hang over your head at any time.
"Be careful, Canglan!" At this moment, a sharp and frightened scream cut through the noise of the battlefield. Hun Canglan turned around suddenly, only to see a sister who was several years older than him standing in front of him.
In front of him, her body was like a solid shield, bearing the enemy's fatal blow for him.
At that moment, her eyes shone with determination and determination, as if she was using her life to interpret her protection and loyalty to her people. However, when the blow fell, her body was like a withered flower, instantly losing its vitality.
With colors, fragrance and jade died on this bloody battlefield.
Seeing the sister fall in front of him, Hun Canglan's eyes instantly turned red.
His heart was filled with anger and grief, and the confusion and hesitation that had troubled him completely disappeared at this moment. Because he knew that any hesitation and confusion could lead to the death of his companions and bring irreversible tragedy.
"Fuck them all!" Hun Canglan roared, his voice echoing on the battlefield like thunder. At this moment, his talent seemed to be inspired by some mysterious power, and he actually broke through in the battle, his strength
A qualitative leap has been achieved.
For a moment, he was like a god of death coming to the world, and the weapon in his hand drew bloody tracks on the enemy's body.
Those enemies that once seemed powerful in his eyes were now as vulnerable as ants. Under his attack, the enemies fell one after another, leaving behind cold corpses and patches of bright red blood on the battlefield.
But a person's power, even for a being as talented as Hun Canglan, is ultimately limited. Although he has just broken through the realm in the battle and his strength has greatly increased, he can only temporarily let his side's position slip.
It's a little more stable, but it can't really turn the tide and change the overall direction of the war.
The enemies seem to be endless. They are coming in such a dense mass that at a glance, there is no edge at all. These enemies are the strength of the entire Templar Alliance. They are numerous, well-equipped, and powerful in combat.
In comparison, the small Demon-Suppressing Mansion seems so weak and weak. However, in such a seemingly impossible battle, the soldiers of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion have persevered until now. Their tenacity and courage
, people have to be moved by it.
But even so, the battle was still extremely brutal.
At this moment, people were constantly being killed and wounded on the battlefield, and people were falling. Their bodies fell down in the smoke and turned into cold corpses. Their blood dyed the land red, filling the entire battlefield with a sense of depression and oppression.
The breath of sadness.
The Demon Suppressing Mansion was completely suppressed, and their defense line was crumbling under the fierce attack of the enemy, as if it might collapse at any time.