Chapter 971: 971. Meng Yiran

Jialing Pass.

In the sky there is only fire and gunpowder, and in the city gate there is only fear and death.

"Ha Chi! Ha Chi! Ha Chi!"

Meng Yiran held the Wuhun Snake Stick tightly, as if he was holding a life-saving straw. Beads of sweat kept oozing from his forehead, wet his short hair, and also wet his clothes. When I opened my mouth to pant, I absorbed a large amount of unpleasant smell mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood in my mouth and nose. At first I felt pungent and nauseous, but now I have become accustomed to it. Uncomfortable and easily vomited.

After following her grandparents, that is, the dragon and snake couple, and passing the news of the serious injury of Yang Ming, the leader of the Zhatian Gang, to Pope Bibidong, Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang were secretly transferred away. , and being young and female, she was favored by Her Majesty the Holy Maiden and enlisted in the Holy Dragon Army at Jialing Pass. I thought it would be a beautiful job. After all, Jialing Pass has the reputation of being the best pass in the world. An impenetrable pass.

Unexpectedly, a few days after she first reported to the Holy Dragon Army, the Imperial Coalition Army launched a fierce attack on the Wuhun Empire, and spent more than half a month in the war. Feeling extremely tired, his hands and feet were already sore, and even the palm of his hand holding the Wuhun Snake Staff felt a little powerless.

But this not only won't make her relax, on the contrary, she holds the Wuhun Snake Stick even more tightly.

After more than half of this time, Meng still saw too many young Holy Dragon Warriors who were about the same age as her. Because of timidity, exhaustion, fear, and various reasons, they lived on the wall of Jialing Pass. He died in the battle, and his body was thrown from the wall by his companions as a rolling stone. If he was lucky, he could pull down a few backs.

Meng Yiran didn't want to be a part of it.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sound of Zhuge Liannu firing arrows from the imperial allied forces continued, and many people jumped out from Meng Yiran's side. With the sound of fierce arrows shooting into their bodies, and the accompanying screams of pain and misery The cry splashed blood on the battlefield, staining Meng Yiran's sight red.

Even though the Wuhun Empire suffered heavy casualties, at the moment when the drums above the walls sounded, following the orders of His Royal Highness Saintess Qian Renxue, countless soldiers of the Holy Dragon Army rushed to the battlefield.

Batch after batch of imperial coalition soldiers climbed up the city wall along the ladders set up by the Death Squad, and saw Meng Yiran holding the Wuhun Snake Staff and swiping at the enemy one by one. fly.

On such a stalemate battlefield, all the fancy soul skills practiced in the academy on weekdays have long since been abolished. Only the simplest chopping, hacking, chopping and sweeping is not because Meng still doesn't want to use soul skills, but because of the half month of fighting. Let her understand a truth, as a noble soul master who wants to live to the last moment in the war, he must keep ample soul power at all times, otherwise it will be too late when it is time to use it. Several opponents of the same level fight, or meet the enemy's high-level soul master's sniper attack, and reserve enough soul power to be able to play a role at this time. Of course, the role here is not only for combat, but also for Refers to a purposeful retreat.

Meng is still not alone. By her side, the soldiers of the Holy Dragon Army whose silver armor has been stained with blood have long rushed up one by one, brandishing swords and long knives, fighting bloody battles. One fell, and the other took over. go up.

However, the high morale of the imperial coalition forces, their bravery in battle, and their strong will are beyond ordinary people's expectations, and also beyond the expectations of the Spirit Empire.

An imperial coalition soldier was scratched to pieces by the enemy, and the moment he fell, he shouted slogans:

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live the Zhatian Gang!"

Meng Yiran was wearing armor, holding the Wuhun Snake Staff and rushed to the side of the imperial coalition army at the head of the horse. He happened to hear the cry of this imperial coalition soldier who had lost his breath before he died. A trace of confusion flashed across his white face. There is also such a moment of absence in the eyes of God.

"Are we really righteous?"

At this moment, her heart tortured her soul.

However, she was also from a famous family after all. After a moment of trance, she followed her fighting instinct and swiftly dodged the big knives waving from both sides. She lowered her head and twisted her waist. The ring is embellished with yellow lights, and the heavy and heavy Wuhun Snake Staff is as light as a feather in her hand. She swung it vigorously, wrapped in a huge force weighing tens of thousands of catties, and viciously sent the two imperial coalition forces who attacked on the left and right just now. The soldiers were smashed to pieces.

On the battlefield, the arrows shot up to the sky, the neighing of war horses, the shouts of soldiers, the rolling of wheels, the roar of long-range soul skills bombarding the city wall, and the clanging of swords resounded through the earth.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and blood flowed into rivers.

The war lasted from dawn to dusk. The soil and the cracks in the city walls had already turned reddish brown. The blood could not coagulate, and the haze in the sky could not be dispelled. The war was still going on, and the air was full of the smell of blood. The whole world seemed to be dying. Trembling, landslides and ground cracks.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

Another imperial coalition soldier who climbed up the city wall was hammered to death with a stick. Meng Yiran wiped the sweat from his forehead because of exhaustion, and his hands kept shaking.

She wanted to light a cigarette to calm down, but she couldn't touch the cigarette butt with the hand holding the match. The extreme high pressure seized her, as if it wanted to squeeze all the vitality in her body!

Smoking was something Meng Yiran had never thought about in the past, but these days when she joined the army, she learned to smoke under the guidance of the Holy Dragon Army around her. The moment she learned to smoke, Meng Yiran realized that smoking is really a Good things, especially on such a precarious battlefield, can relieve the fatigue caused by excessive war, so as to avoid mental breakdown caused by too much mental tension, and at the same time, it can also let go of the mind, do not think about anything, do not think Think about the philosophical question of what to do when you die.

Just as she was exhausted and sat against the wall and fell to the ground to rest for a while, another wave of imperial coalition forces began to charge.

Is this the first time the imperial coalition forces have charged today?

Is it three times, five times, or seven times?

Meng Yiran couldn't remember anymore, she had long been numb to it, and didn't care much about it.

But she always felt that the imperial coalition forces are different today than in the past. It seems that the frequency of attack is faster. Usually, there will be a pause of one or two hours in the middle before launching the charge again, but now it is only paused for half an hour, and there is almost no pause. , The continuous offensive is like a surging river and sea. This seems to be just an adjective, but for everyone on the battlefield, it may not be a good thing, because every time the imperial coalition forces charge, Someone else is bound to fall permanently.

Meng Yiran didn't want to be a part of it, she still wanted to live, and if she had a chance in the future, she would meet the man who made her dream about——Yang Ming.

Gunpowder smoke accompanied by the smell of blood irritated her nostrils.

She couldn't bear it anymore, stood up abruptly, took out the food for restoring soul power from the bag, swallowed it without water, and cursed her cowardice.

War is just for those who need it.

War never makes normal and righteous people feel comfortable and happy, but only makes them suffer tremendous suffering besides thrilling.

In essence, in this war between the Zhatian Gang and the Wuhun Empire, no one is on the right side, it is just a struggle for resources and for the dominance of the Douluo Continent.

After figuring this out, Meng still stiffly got up from the corner of the wall, stood up unsteadily, raised the Wuhun Snake Staff, and staggered a few steps.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At this time, soldiers from the Imperial Alliance appeared a dozen meters away from the city, and each of them was carrying a Zhuge Liannu. The moment they climbed onto the city wall, they shot indiscriminately around the surrounding area!

The surrounding comrades who were also members of the Holy Dragon Army fought back one after another. Meng was still in a daze for a long time, mainly because she saw one of the imperial coalition soldiers pull out a hidden weapon that looked like a lotus flower.

The outer layers of petals set off the lotus and flower buds, like stars holding the moon. The inner petals are small and numerous, and the center is rounder. The outer petals are each tightly hugging the inner petals, which seem to have some supporters. Although the petals are different in size, their color is the same: white and red, bright but not coquettish, clear but not plain.

For outsiders, it may be difficult to connect this lotus-like hidden weapon with the terrifying killer weapon, but Meng Yiran has been lurking in Tiandou City with the Dragon and Snake couple for many days. , I learned from a bought off-line that the hidden weapons managed and built by the Xuanwu Hall of the Zhatian Gang, Zhuge Liannu, a hidden weapon that can be mass-produced, have already shined on the battlefield. The mass-produced hidden weapons are either limited by the shortage of materials, or the production process is not up to the standard, so that the number of production is limited, and among them, the number of Buddha's Fury Tanglian is the most special, even if the Zhatian Gang Xuanwu Hall gathers the best blacksmiths in the entire continent, and it is difficult to forge many Buddha's Wrath Tanglian in a year, which shows how precious they are.

Meng Yiran suddenly seemed to remember something, and subconsciously searched for a bunker to hide.

However, not long after, the member of the Death Squad who climbed onto the city wall directly released Buddha Fury Tang Lian!

"boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Buddha's Fury Tang Lian's damage range is extremely wide, and its power is extremely powerful. It can even kill Title Douluo, and the terrifying hidden weapon that makes even god-level powerhouses turn pale. Suddenly, it exploded on this section of the city wall. All teammates are affected.

After the sharp whistling sound, there was an overwhelming explosion. Bricks, mud, tiles, and even human body parts are flying in the air, and cries, shouts, and cries for help are heard endlessly. In the eyes of onlookers, there are only two colors left in the whole world: the gray and black splashing everywhere and the gray and black among them. Mixed with eye-catching bright red.

But all of this was expected by the imperial coalition forces. The damage caused by the Buddha's Fury Tang Lian was extremely considerable. In an instant, this section of the 50-meter-long city wall was wiped out, regardless of whether it was the enemy or us, and a large area was emptied, becoming a battlefield. A vacuum.

Although he sensed something bad at the first time, Meng Yiran was still affected by the aftermath of the Buddha's Fury Tanglian explosion.

She fell on the blood-soaked brick floor, her fingers clenched into fists as if trying to grasp the lost life, her arms gradually dropped, her fingers gradually loosened, and a sense of powerlessness came to her heart.

"Could it be..."

"I, am I going to fight to the death with my comrades?"

"Alright, if I can sleep forever, I won't be so tired, right?"

"So sleepy, so tired, so hungry, I really want to stay awake like this..."

The heavy eyelids made Meng Yiran close his eyes several times and fall into a deep sleep.

No one knows better than Meng Yiran what will happen once he passes out on a fierce battlefield.

But now, even if she wanted to struggle to get up from the ground, she couldn't feel any strength, and her whole body seemed to be hollowed out.

The setting sun is setting, and the setting sun is like blood. The dazzling yellow light was mixed with a touch of shocking crimson, just like the red blood of thousands of people on the battlefield, enchanting and beautiful.

The weapon was thrown on the ground at will, and the blood flowed unscrupulously. There are corpses all around, and there is no breath of living people.

In the sky full of flames, Meng Yiran's consciousness gradually blurred, and her mind was in a trance, as if she had returned to a few years ago, on that night, she met that boy in white that she would never forget in her life.

Under a bright moon, a small path that only one person could pass gradually opened up, and a young man dressed in white walked slowly. There is an irresistible masculine charm hidden between his eyebrows, and the mysterious sword in his hand is blood-stained, which is shocking. From the upturned corners of his mouth, there is no trace of a smile in his eyes, but rather a piercing gaze...

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Suddenly, Meng still vaguely heard the sound of retreating horns from the direction of the imperial coalition forces outside the city.

The imperial coalition soldiers who had been fighting on the city wall retreated like a tide, leaving only corpses, broken armor fragments, and blood everywhere on the top of the city.

The sounds of fighting, shouting, and war drums that filled the place not long ago disappeared, but the silence at this moment seemed incomparably ferocious.

Luckily, he managed to recover a life, and Meng Yiran staggered up from the bloody beach, looking at the dark sky, apparently because of the nightfall, the imperial coalition forces did not want to fight overnight, so they chose to withdraw their troops temporarily.

Meng Yiran looked at the battlefield full of corpses and gunpowder smoke, which was in stark contrast to the beautiful youth she had spent in the college. For a moment, she was a little confused and at a loss.