C130 A Cry Becomes an Army

Chinese's patience was limited, and the limit he had now was Xiao Letian's death order, which lasted for one hour. After enduring an hour of hand-to-hand combat and collision, these young military officers had finally survived an hour that had caused their lungs to explode.

The pocket watch was now the standard equipment for all of Xiao Letian's officers. When they saw that the pointer was already 6: 30 AM, the prescribed one hour defense period, these tigers could finally open their arms and legs to attack.

"Charge! Everyone, distribute your weapons!" An hour has already passed. Let's open our mouths and kill! "

"Catch the knife and kill these bastards... "Our brothers' blood can't be lost in vain …"

"Where's the flame gun? Bring the flame gun up here and focus the fire on them. Beat these mob to death …"

As the guards charged forward like crazy, the officers in charge of crowd shouted loudly. Especially the youngsters, Xiao Hexin, Sima Yun, Luo Huo and the Japan's swordsman Ye Pingtai … These young warriors had long held back their anger to the point that their eyes turned blue. They were waiting to start a massacre.

Now, only Winged King Shida Kai and the Yuelin Army Great General Cai Mao could still remain calm. Elder who was good at strategy like them could still restrain the impulse in their hearts.

"Stop, all of you stop. Mr. Xiao wants to subdue Japanese, even if an hour passes, he cannot start a massacre …" Damn, who told you to order a combustion bottle! "Have you gone crazy …"

"Slow down, everyone slow down. Keep your distance from Japanese and form suppression. Don't kill anymore …" Damn, when did you hide your dagger? Who the hell let you cut his throat? "Is everyone f * cking crazy …"

The two old generals fought to maintain order. After all, their prestige was still there. First, Chinese and glume Soldiers started to calm down. Although their hands did not stop, their charging speed was obviously slower.

At this time, the officers of the youngsters all went mad with rage. They were unable to vent their anger as they loudly cursed, "F * ck, what the f * ck is this war?" "What kind of bullshit fight is this …"

Chinese and the glume were easy to control, but sea cuttlefish, who was led by Ye Pingtai, was hard to control. The swordsman, who was covered in blood, shouted loudly, "We are Prime Minister's personal guard army. "If you won't do it, then we'll …"

While they were talking, a dozen or so figures scuttled from behind Team, led by the quick-witted Taro Shao. In their hands were bundles of taikou, they were the ones that had just been thrown on the ground.

"Catching knife s, let's do it ourselves …" Taro Shao no longer looked like Bastard in the past. Now that he had another surname, it was as if he had a new soul. His entire aura had changed.

He shouted out in influent Chinese, "I am..." Prime Minister's son... You don't care about me... "Those with red cloth wrapped around their arms, charge with me …" While they were talking, Taro Shao and Ye Pingtai rushed forward crazily with more than 100 Sun Steelers on their left and right. Not long after, a field of blood-red appeared in everyone's line of sight.

Taro Shao's words had shocked Shi Dakai, Zhou Tie, and the others. At that time, when they thought about it, what the kid said was irrefutable. In front of tens of thousands of people, Xiao Letian accepted Taro Shao as his foster son. In law, if Xiao Letian didn't have a son in the future, this child would probably inherit his family business.

Although everyone knew in their hearts that it was impossible for him to become Young Lord, Xiao Letian acknowledged his foster son as repaying them for saving his life, and did not really want to nurture him to continue his family business. But at such a critical juncture, the identity of this foster son made him the leader of the entire Team.

When sea cuttlefish started his massacre, some of the fanatics in the Team were unable to hold back their emotions, "Even Japanese rushed forward, and even adults's foster son was killed, why are we still treating it as a turtle hiding in its shell … "Fuck, Laozi can't hold back any longer …"

One after another, Soldiers left his primary matrix and charged forward. The situation instantly went out of control, and the Team that was barely able to stabilize his body once again became restless.

He realized that his own epoch was already gone. Wing King, who had once commanded the entire army in the southern battlefield, had gradually disappeared from the minds of the people, and his epoch, who had once belonged to Xiao Letian, had arrived.

"The Yangtze River is truly stronger than the previous waves, I never thought that I would be marginalized so quickly, but isn't this what I desire …"

The sudden attack of the Japanese Mercenaries shocked all the fugitives. At this time, Shan Benqing was standing at the gate of the gathering area with one hand holding onto the gate and the other hand calling Japanese to retreat towards the concentration camp.

"Run, quickly enter the camp and use all the buildings to defend …" Qing Guo Nu had already started killing people with his treachery... "Fuck, you don't believe me when I say that they will massacre a city? Now look, look …"

"Ye Pingtai!" This Bastard... "Eight, eight …" Shan Benqing desperately wanted to gather another army to attack, but it was too late. There was no chance for him to do so now. All of Japanese's courage to resist had been used up in the long street assault just now.

Tens of thousands of Japanese rushed back to the concentration camp, despairingly gathered together with kinsman, nestling together, eyes closed, waiting for the last moment of their lives to come. At this time, they were physically and mentally exhausted. They were too tired from the hellish experience of the past few days, which caused them to go from mob to a prisoner to mob once more.

No one would expect Qing nationality to let them off the hook, even Japanese himself could not forgive himself now. Just look at Ye Pingtai's and sea cuttlefish's frenzied slaughter outside the camp. Even the locals could not bear to watch this nightmare anymore.

So be it. In this small island nation filled with earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons and volcanic eruptions, death has always been a constant companion. In terms of understanding of the fickleness of life, Japanese could be said to have Number One in the World.

Gradually, crowd started to chant the Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, followed by the voices of the Catholic Psalm. At this moment, Japanese's main beliefs were Buddhism and Catholicism. At the last moment, regardless of whether one had faith or not, they would lean on their family members and pray once again with all their heart.

Shan Benqing was really going to go crazy. He crazily ran around the camp as he hysterically yelled, "Get up, you cowards! Don't just stand there and wait for death! Fight with them …" Let's form a formation and fight, we'll fight until we die … God of Heaven will not abandon us, you are all cowards … "Ahhh!"

Shan Benqing was crazy. His eyes were as red as a bull's and his hair was loose and fluttering in the wind. The blood and mud all over his body was like pigs rolling out of a muddy pond.

"Coward, you are both cowards. You will never become samurai in your entire lives. You will always be lowly citizens …" Shan Benqing might not understand it for the rest of his life, not everyone in this world wanted to become samurai, a lowly commoner also has their own small happiness.

kinsman had a room to hide from the wind and the rain, and a bowl of rice to satisfy his hunger. It was enough for him to be able to reunite with kinsman. Perhaps in the eyes of these lowly commoners, the dream of samurai in your heart doesn't even matter.

Just when Shan Benqing was about to go crazy, a figure suddenly dashed out and smashed him to the ground with a punch. "Yamamoto, wake up, you've already lost your mind due to the blood energy, stop harming others …" Xiao Letian has already rushed over, do you think that is his Flag Recognition? "

Hua Shanliyuan raised Shan Benqing's collar and shouted loudly with his finger pointing far away, "That's Xiao Letian's Flag Recognition. He's already here, there won't be any massacres! "Everyone step back and get out of the way. Xiao Letian will make underhand restrain his strength …"

At this time, there were no longer any fleeing Japanese at the entrance of the camp. Countless pieces of broken furniture and miscellaneous items were thrown out of the assembly area, blocking the entrance like a mountain. Whenever Ye Pingtai and the others tried to climb up, they would be attacked by a rain of rubbish.

Just as Ye Pingtai and the rest were about to break through the mountain of trash, the low sound of a Bullhorn came from behind the primary matrix. It was the gathering signal of the army, and all the soldiers that heard it had to gather immediately.

"Pah …" "I'll let you live a little longer, you guys wait for death, a bunch of idiots …" Ye Pingtai cursed as he led sea cuttlefish and the rest back to the primary matrix.

As expected, Xiao Letian came, he was carried by Xiang Shaolong, beside him was Ban Benlongma who was on the palmetto, followed by Liang Kun who had just come to support him, holding Xiao Letian's broken Flag Recognition in his hands and running towards the rising sun.

"Sir, strategist, sir, prime minister …" When Army saw Xiao Le Tian's pale face and the weak Sakamura Dragon Horse beside him, everyone knew that the matter of the blood transfusion must be true. The soldiers were not only saddened, but they also kneeled down to the ground with a loud 'boom'.

Especially the Japan sea cuttlefish and the rest, when they saw that Ban Benlongma had come back to life, the reverence and admiration towards Xiao Letian in their hearts was like a torrential river that flowed endlessly, turning into hot tears.

At that moment, over a thousand men could no longer suppress their emotions. Their wails resounded like thunder throughout the battlefield. Xiao Letian's eyes were red as he looked at these simple men. He knew that this epoch human's knowledge of blood was filled with a religious mystery.

The matter of Xiao Letian using his blood to treat the Japan's envoy would be able to produce all kinds of versions of the rumor within a few days.

Perhaps some would call him Bodhisattva or the unparalleled benevolence of the day, but there would also be people who would call him a devil of hell, with the devil's magic in his hands. Regardless of whether it was good or bad, people admired him from the bottom of their hearts that he had used his own blood to save their lives. From today onwards, Xiao Letian's teamwork was like cast by the Steel, it would be hard to move.

This loyalty came from the heart. It was absolutely not something that could be compared with the loyalty condensed by the high officials and the strict law. Thus, a sliver of military soul was forged.

The scene of a thousand men crying loudly was spectacular. Hua Shanliyuan stood in the camp blankly looking at crowd crying not far away. All he felt in his heart was despair.

"Wailing Army!" This was a cry that came from the heart. With military soul's sorrowful and tragic appearance, it would be difficult for anyone in this world to resist him … "He actually became military soul with a single cry, he actually became an army with a single cry!"