Chapter 1683 Seen in Hell, Surrounded by Heavy Siege

Hell, a land that often only exists in human fantasy, but few people have set foot in it.

Mystery and the unknown are the biggest feelings this land gives to human beings. And because of this factor, most people's cognition of it is only in subjective conjecture. Of course, there are also some people who swear that they have really been to hell. For example, Dante, the famous classical poet, described what he saw and heard in hell in a rather impressionistic way in his Divine Comedy.

In the past, Bob was more or less in awe of classics like the Divine Comedy, and had a little fantasy. I think such a great work should not be fabricated just to criticize current politics. No matter how you say it, it should have a little bit of truth, for example, in the description of hell, it still has some reference significance.

However, when he really set foot on the land of hell, he discovered that the so-called masterpieces can also deceive people.

What dark forests, hills in the sun, and animals like she-wolves, lions, and leopards. These simply do not exist. Looking around, the scene of the whole hell is more like the end of the world after the nuclear disaster. Apart from the collapsed ruins and the pervasive wind and sand, there is only a trance that makes you think that it does not exist.

The two are completely out of tune. It feels like you bought a vr game called Forest Adventure, and then you got into it and found yourself in a big desert. A feeling of deceiving consumers arises spontaneously, which makes him wish to go to Amazon and give a bad review on the masterpiece he once paid for.

Of course, in fact, Bob also understands that he has such a strange idea, it is entirely because the facts have greatly exceeded his imagination, which made him feel uncomfortable both psychologically and physically. He needs to rely on this kind of cranky thinking to resolve his inner emotions, otherwise he is not sure that he does not have the courage to continue to move forward in this wasteland and end-of-life scene.

He's just an otaku, at best he's a nerd, you can't ask too much of him. Because that's obviously impractical.

Peter also saw the fear and anxiety in his heart at this time, so he also suggested to Bob at this time.

"If you want a head now, it's still too late. Otherwise, after we go deep into the heart of hell, even if you want a head, I'm afraid it's impossible! I can't scare the snake for you alone, you should Understand this truth."

"I understand, I understand." Resisting the thought of retreating, Bob could only continue to hold on at this time. "I'm just a little bit uncomfortable with this environment. It's okay, I'll get used to it quickly. So, let's move on."

Although carrying a big bag,

Bob, with a pale face, didn't look like he was okay. But Peter still chose to respect his opinion and moved on.

There are not many people in their group, even with the burden of Bob, there are only twenty-six people.

With such a small number of people, it is definitely unrealistic to attack the city and plunder the village. Even if they were such powerful existences as the Ghost Riders, they would never be able to establish a territory in hell with such a small number of people. So, they didn't have such an idea at all. The goal of their trip was to mop up, paving the way for the deployment of follow-up troops and the opening of real base areas.

The fighting power of twenty-five ghost knights is enough to sweep out a safe zone that no one knows about inside the vast hell. And such a small number of people has already reduced the possibility of them being discovered by others to the extreme.

Infiltrate secretly and establish a base. Cooperate with the supreme mage to establish a passage from the world to hell in the entire hell in a blooming way. Make sure the Stark armies are where and when they need to be. This is the strategic policy determined by Peter.

At first glance, this strategy is quite similar to that of the red army fighting guerrillas in the deep mountains and old forests, and encircling the cities from the countryside. Of course, Peter did not deny that when he confirmed such a strategy, he did mean to learn from that part of the war history.

After all, compared with those great military strategists who commanded thousands of troops to fight among deadly enemies in hundreds of battles, his attainments in this area were not much better than those of preschool children.

If you don't use mature tactical thinking and strategic principles, but rely on your own brains to make a few fools, this is just harming others and yourself. You know, Sun Tzu said at the beginning of the Art of War that war is a major event related to the survival of the country, the rise and fall of the country, and we must be careful and prudent. Reckless behavior is the greatest irresponsibility for war. Not just for himself, but for those who entrusted their lives to him. So, of course he can't mess around with this kind of thing.

Today's policy cannot be said to be perfect, but it will definitely not be wrong. Besides, there is no perfect plan in this world. With a general direction, the rest still depends on the ability of the executor.

Whether the whole plan can be carried out smoothly, their current actions will be a very critical factor. And precisely because of this, Peter's heart has always been very urgent.

The burden was on him, and he no longer had the time to care about other people's feelings. But when they, the ghost knights, were moving towards their goal with one mind, Bob unknowingly opened the distance between him and them.

It's not that he deliberately wants to get out of touch with these ghost riders, and then do some shady and private activities. But with his physical fitness, he really couldn't catch up with these fast-moving knights.

See what people are riding? It's not a heavy motorcycle, it's also a race-level horse. Although it is said that because there is no transformation, these mounts are still maintained within a stable speed. But even so, this is not something he can catch up with a battery scooter.

If it's a smooth journey in the middle, then forget it. But the question is, where does the traffic construction and road administration system come from in this corner of hell? It would be nice to have a road for you to walk, but you still want to take a smooth road? Do you want to let hell go to the infrastructure madman to recruit a businessman to attract a bid and build a highway for you.

In short, the distance is getting bigger and bigger. And Bob, who stepped on the accelerator all the way to ensure that he would not be pulled down, finally came to a complete stop during a rapid descent.

"It's over, something big happened." Facing the electric car whose chassis had completely turned into a U-shape, Bob's face immediately showed bitterness of wanting to cry without tears. He just wanted to take a shortcut, but he didn't expect that if he took this shortcut, he would actually lead himself to death.

Seeing that there was no sign of any of his companions in his field of vision, and his heart was already getting hairy, he no longer cared about being reserved, so he quickly took out the radio in his arms, and called for help to the missing knights .

According to his thinking, it hasn't been long since they disappeared, no matter how fast they are, it is impossible for them to run out of the radiation range of the radio. Although it is a bit embarrassing to call for help when nothing has started, but when he thinks that he is in a hellish place like hell, he feels that face is really not important at all .

"Hey, is there anyone? My car broke down, can someone come to my rescue?"

"Where are you? Where can I find you?"

"I'm on our way. Right where you just passed!"

Hearing someone reply, Bob naturally didn't suspect him, and immediately revealed his location. However, facing his barely recognizable answer, the voice on the radio was full of doubts.

"You don't even know which way you are, how can I find you?"

"I just arrived in such a ghostly place, how could you know where I am?"

Subconsciously complaining like this, Bob immediately felt an extremely ominous feeling in his heart. You know, he and the knights are newcomers, under such circumstances, how could they ask such a question. And if it wasn't for those knights asking questions on the radio, who the hell is talking to him now?

There was a shock, and then the fear that the hairs began to explode. At this time, Bob had already guessed the situation he was facing. And this situation also made his whole body start to become stiff.

He wanted to throw away the radio in his hand, far away. But before he could put this idea into action, a clear voice had already reached his ears.

"Ah, so you are here. This is really easy for us to find!"

The voice didn't come from the radio, but from beside him. And when he followed the sound and subconsciously looked in the direction of the source, he immediately discovered the scene that made his feet go limp.

Just like swarms of ants rushing out of their nests, countless hideous ghosts are also climbing out of the ruins around him in patches. They stared intently, their almost withered eyes fixed on Bob's direction, and from their big mouths that were constantly drooling, Bob could already feel their terrifying desire for him.

What could be worse than being under siege? The answer is to be surrounded by a horde of hungry ghosts who are eager to swallow you whole.

Are you about to die? At this moment, even though he had already touched the steel armor behind him, Bob's heart was still full of despair. Because it doesn't give him any sense of security

This place really is hell, he was sure once again in his heart.