Vol 8 Chapter 1055: Separation

During the years of exile in the Eagles, the old-fashioned ink bones were the most painful ones. One arm and one leg were crippled, things could not be grasped, the road was difficult to walk, and the cheeks were also penetrated by free-shooters. The tongue is cut in half, and there is no taste in eating. Drinking water will leak from the cavity of the cheek, and it is better to die than to die.
However, the ink bone may be the happiest one. She did her best in the service life of the Eagles, and used her own guardian eagle flag. Now, it is the 800,000 squadron comrades who will be exiled. Guard her.
Can't hold things? It doesn't matter, the brothers help you get the job done.
Can't hold the spoon? Nothing, everyone is feeding you.
The road can't go? It's okay! We are carrying you, we are your legs.
hungry? thirsty? sick? It doesn't matter, everyone saves you to raise you.
This is the return of the Eagles to the ink bones. She used to protect them. Now they protect her. Even if the exile is painful and dark, they are willing to give the ink bones the last light.
Among the 800,000 exiles of the Eagles, the ink bones were the first to follow the cold, and the only one to be the Eagle Seven. Her childhood was the history of the Eagles. For those soldiers who were deprived of everything, The ink bones are the imprint of an era. The scars of the whole body are recorded in the past, which is the spiritual belief of every soldier.
When the enemy came, the Eagles were completely smashed, like sand dunes swallowed by huge waves, but everyone thought of the ink bones and rushed to her single house from all directions.
In fact, the ink bones have long been rescued by the first batch of eagle squadrons, but everyone does not know, still running toward hope, and therefore died on the way to hope, but no matter where they fall, there will always be there. It is a road to faith.
At this time, when Feng Yun raised his hands, all the soldiers who rushed to the city of Chang'an saw this scene. They had all stretched out their hands to try to attract the attention of the undead, so that the unidentified strikers could protect them, but at this time, all The man put down his hands and even squatted down, making the ink bones in the air the only focus.
Chang'an City Tower, Luo worry and overlooking the battlefield, naturally sees the ink bones being lifted in the air at a glance, her body is as petite as ever, there are scars of old wounds everywhere, and a shoulder through the wounds and blood, The whole person has long been in a coma, and it is fragile in the hurricane.
Luo worryed to look at the ink bones, his eyes were so deep, as if he had worn the past years, his relationship with the ink bones was actually not good. At first, the swords were facing each other, the fires were not allowed, and there was no experience of fighting side by side. Both of them are not friends, there is no intersection, and they are strangers.
But what about it?
Years are the most cruel force, time is dying, although Luo is still a teenager, but the reality has already read half a life, if you change to an ordinary person, it is already a ruin, in the late twilight of life, all the grudges It’s been a cloud in the past. The only important thing is that the old people who came with you are not only because they know each other, but because they remember your memories of the past.
At the age of Luoshou, many things have been obscured. It is not important. He will continue to advance toward his own goals. In the process, if there are people accompanying them, warm up a hot pot of tea in the evening, talk about it. The stories that have known each other in the past are the most pleasant things in this desert sandstorm.
However, looking at the old man who was lifted in the air, Luo Wei felt that his hand was so heavy that he could not reach out his hand because there was a wall that was impenetrable in front of him, from the wall of the king, in formal Before the instructions came, no one should enter the kingdom. This is an order, and it is an order that Luo Wei is going to swear.
"I beg you... break the general! Save her!" Feng Yun, who has the ink bones, has already shed tears. Several companions kneel in front of him. He steps on the backs of his comrades and makes himself stand even more. It’s a little higher, as if it’s closer to Chang’an’s hundred-foot wall.
You can’t open the door, you can’t let us in... We all know that you have a hard time... but I beg you, just take her away. Just fine, as long as you can take her away, even if we watch all of us die here, no one will blame you!"
Feng Yun’s voice just fell, and suddenly there was a violent commotion in the rear crowd. The horror sounded one after another. He looked back and saw that there was a torrent of steel burning with death...
The squadron that had just been attacked by the Eagles was the semi-god that transplanted the gluttonous cells, but it was a group of guinea pigs that were used to test the power. At this time, the main force of the Cross Church arrived.
"The rumble!" The overwhelming knights, the burning gods in their eyebrows gathered together into a flame, tearing the night apart, and the golden glare illuminates the horses running down the ground. Every step will make the ground Cracking, thousands of knights charge the ground, the giant spurs that shine with bloodthirsty, line up, form a meat grinder-like assault line, gold-rimmed black cross on white The flag oscillated in the hurricane, indicating that this is the top elite Prussian team of the Teutonic Knights.
"Glory to my master!!!" When the Prussian brigade broke out with a fierce battle, even when people took the horse to rush into the Eagles at full speed, at least 10,000 Eagles soldiers disappeared directly, and their bodies were twisted. The flesh-like rifle turned into the most primitive pieces, and various kinds of stumps fluttered in the short screams, and the white cross black flag was dyed into a scarlet color in a flick of blood.
The horrific impact directly caused the Prussian squad to break into the battle. There were corpses scattered everywhere, and they were directly crushed by rifles. They were also stepped into the mud by the horses. Changan City became a ocean.
The charge is over, but the killing is not over. The Knights of the Prussian team throw away the heavy rifle and take out the Knight's Sabre, which was born for the close fight. It is like a butcher who enters the slaughterhouse and slashes the unarmed Eagle. Soldiers, occasionally the Eagles evolvers tried to counterattack, but all the offensives were resolved by the gods of the guards, and then the most primitive flesh and blood was cut by the Sabre.
Feng Yun held his ink bones and squeezed into the crowd, smashing through the walls of Chang'an City: "The generals!"
Chang'an City Wall, the dead letter flag was fiddled by the hurricane.
"The generals..." Hung Hom’s eyes were red, and the nails were trapped in the flesh because of the grip. She said with sorrow, "Is it really necessary to see death?"
Chu Fan went to the front of Hung Hom and shook his head to say no to go down. He silently looked at the lonely back of Luo, and whispered, "Don't force him, he is still more painful than you."
There was no response from Chang'an City Wall. Only the intensive artillery was trying to kill the church knights that flooded the tide. However, under the protection of the gods and the knights, the firearms were insignificant. Only heavy-duty fortress guns could cause personnel. Killing, but this efficiency is minimal.
The overwhelming knights completely smashed the Eagles under the city of Chang'an. The former imperial elite became a fish that was slaughtered at any time. The front was a high wall, and there were cavalry. They couldn't fly and retreat. There are many at the edge. The soldiers were even squeezed directly into the desert, and the moment before they fell into the mud, their wish was that this life could become a free-flying bird.
Feng Yun, who did not get a response, closed his eyes, but after a while he opened it again. There was no darkness in the eyes, but a fierce fire. He seized his closest companion and used his greatest life. The voice shouted: "People ladder!!! Up!!!!"
The companion squatted for a while, subconsciously glanced at the ink bones of Feng Yun’s arms, and finally reflected it. He grabbed the comrades around him and shouted to them:
People ladder!! Up!!!

The few comrades in arms also understood and yelled at the people who were closest to themselves: "People ladder!! Up!!!"
People ladder, up.
The simple four words spread in the Eagles in the most primitive way, and finally passed to the ears of every soldier.
Twenty minutes later, the scene of the entire Chang'an Undead Army was shocked.
The densely packed Eagles began to gather, and the soldiers who were closest to the wall squatted down, letting the companions behind them step on themselves. The soldiers who stepped on pushed out a and let the soldiers behind them step on it. And then form a new slope, so repeat the ladder.
There is a godsmanship, named Futu, which tells that mortals are not willing to be trapped in the world, and they are casting the Tongtian Tower with the power of the world.
But it is a myth. Everyone who has heard the story will say this.
At this time, hundreds of thousands of eagle-flagged soldiers gathered together to form a flesh-and-blood ladder that climbed toward the Chang'an City Wall. After the lowermost soldiers were subjected to the weight exceeding the limit, the flesh and blood were twisted, the bones were broken, and the bones were broken. Hey, they are still dead, but the body is still part of the ladder, becoming a stepping stone to hope.
More and more people are being trampled to death, but more and more people are climbing on the body, a few meters, a dozen meters, dozens of meters... more and more bodies, the of the composition is also coming The thicker the person is, the higher the ladder.
For the height of the wall of Chang'an, it is as insurmountable as the deserted sky, but at this time, the eagle-flag army is stepping on the ladder of heaven with its own body, and climbs to the edge of the wall of Chang'an, with the power of mortals. Breaking through the insurmountable weather.
Feng Yun stepped on the ladder of those who were dead or alive, and strove to climb to the top. He himself was not far from the city wall, but when he picked up his feet, he lifted the ink bones to the highest position. At that time, the body of the ink bones has been carried to the guardrail of the city building, and placed in front of Luo worry without hesitation.
At this moment, the dawn has passed, the rising sun rises from the horizon, dispels the darkness, tells the world that this is a new life, and the glow is sprinkled on the tiny body of the ink bones, as if to light her whole person and become the sight of Luo worry. only.
Feng Yun looked up and looked at Luo Wor through the gap of the guardrail. He opened his mouth and smiled. He said with deep meaning: "Through the general, take over her... let's just wish."
800,000 Eagles, some people fell on the road to rescue the bones, some people fell on the way to protect the ink bones, and some people became the ladder to the sky after death, they have different deaths, different deaths, but in the eyes of Luo worry, He saw that 800,000 people also reached out to him at the same time, and 800,000 hands held the ink bones together and held her in front of him...
Under the eyes of the undead army generals, Luo worried and trembled his hand, wearing the sun, piercing the cold wind, and finally touched the 42-year-old acquaintance, holding her in the arms...
Feng Yun finally showed a thick smile, the glow of the sun reflected in the eyes, illuminating the purity of children, he knows that it is okay to die next.
However, this purity is cruelly crushed in an instant.
Luo worry has just caught the ink bones, but he has not had time to hold it, and the sound of breaking the air came without warning.

咻!
The arrow engraved with the cross-grained road tears the sun, penetrates the gap of the guardrail, runs straight through the neck of the ink bone, and the tearing artery brings a piece of flying blood. The huge penetrating power is followed by more than just pouring into the worry. The heart, the blood of the two together.
Desperate ice cold began to spread in the heart, Luo worried to stare at the ink bones that were shot through the neck, the line of sight trembled, and looked stiffly in the direction of the arrow.
In the distant cross church position, Hoan Risen, wearing a pope's feather coat, stands in the glow of the rising sun on a unicorn. He holds a hunting bow made of holy silver in his hand, keeping the target movement, and soon One loose, handed the hunting bow to his own attendant, facing Luo worry, smiling and drawing an elegant cross on his chest.
Feng Yun looked desperately at everything that happened in front of him. The fire of hope in his eyes burst in an instant. Then, the Knight’s impact line of the Cross Church finally spread to the ladder, and the entire ladder was completely broken like a knives. All were still alive. Or those who have died have fallen together in the abyss...
"Cough...cough..." The heartbreaking hemoptysis evokes the consciousness of Luo's worries. He looks at the ink bones in his arms, and the bones helplessly cough up blood, his eyes are scattered, his life color In the dark eyes, the arrow quickly rushed to death, directly through the neck of the aorta, blood can not help, no one can save her.
"Cold...cold..." The ink bone stretched out the pale hand, and in the trembling, he grabbed Luo’s sleeves and coughed blood and said helplessly, "I...cough...I It’s so cold...

Luo's body kept trembled in the cold wind. He never panicked, and he smothered the ink bone into his arms, blocking the cold wind for her, and warming her with body temperature. It can be seen from the sound of the whimper. Luo’s emotions are beyond control. He trembles and says,
No...nothing... I will warm you up! Oh, I am holding you! It’s not cold...

The moment when Luo’s voice fell, it was obvious that the ink bone gently put his head into his arms. For the first time, Luo Wei felt weak and helpless in this girl. The short time was infinitely stretched at this moment. If you can, Luo worry really hopes that it will be longer, so that he can think of ways to save the bones.
However, the reality is so cruel, when the body of the ink bones trembled for the last time, there is no movement any more.
The ink bone died, died at the end of hope, bleak and sad, like the past life, the world seems to have never been gentle to her, and in the end, she died in the lover of the 42-year-old lover, in this bleak This may be the last lucky.
A long hug, a long silence, Luo worry has been holding the ink bones, it seems that I want to call her back with body temperature, but this can not be done.
Luo worried his hands could not stop shaking ~ EbookFREE.me ~ put the body of the ink bone on his lap, carefully pulled her arrow out of the neck, the movement is very light, did not tear through the penetration, He didn't want to bring more scars to this body that was bruised and bruised.
The undead generals silently watched all of this. These scorpions that had been killed from the flames of war would only feel dizzy, suffocating, and even closed their eyes, and dare not look directly at it.
"Red dragonfly." Suddenly, Hung Hom heard the call of Luo Worry. She responded and thought that there was something to do.
"Laboure." Soon, Luo worried called the second person, but the strange thing is that Rabble is not in the tower now, his body is not likely to board the tower, Rabble is standing in the city, it is impossible to hear Luo worry call.
"Frost Wolf, Shadow Cut, Jiang Wulong, Yan Hu..." Luo worry constantly calling for the name. Some of the people who were called were present, and some were waiting in the same city as Rabble. Finally, the undead generals Realize that Luo worry is not calling them, but at the point!
100 names, representing the 100 strongest battlefields of the undead army, the point will be finished, the red-hot red umbrella appears in the hands of Luo worry, twisted, deformed, and turned into a dark black as a mysterious iron. Under the blessing of the strange energy, it reveals the scarletness of the scarlet than the blood. The mysterious lines of countless entanglements are entangled in the sword like snakes, and finally all gather at the end of the blade, and become a blood prison!
The whistling cold wind boasted, the blood wing behind Luo worry suddenly opened, and it was a form. When Luo worried raised his head, everyone finally saw his face, and the red eyes kept flowing out of tears of sadness. Penetrating the hurricane, penetrating the desert sand, falling like a goblin on the cross church position, falling on the smiling Hoan Risen, and finally revealing two words that are shocking: "rushing."