Chapter 119 Once, I Was a Little Unwilling...

With the rapid beating of his heart, Jason rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Skilled [Charge] is not only farther than the basic level [Charge], but also faster.

However, the limit of 30 meters is not enough to get close to the chariot group that came from a distance.

Therefore, when the effect of [Charge] was about to disappear, Jason launched [Charge] again.

A large amount of blood poured into the heart again.

It is then sent from the heart to all parts of the body.

Almost instantly, Jason's body temperature rose by two degrees.

Then, the speed that Jason had just slowed down, increased again.

The [Charge] that didn't stop caused the consumption of physical strength to increase, but Jason couldn't handle so much at this time.

You know, the chariot is not just rolling!

It, and the turret.

It, and the machine gun.

Once it stops, it becomes a target.

Mika was obviously affected by the secret ritual before, and the sudden power made the other party get carried away and wanted to kill him with the most primitive means, so he didn't shoot.

But the chariot group in front of them will not.

Jason could already see the muzzles turning around.

After the machine gun, the shooter is also ready.

Therefore, he can only charge!

He wants to use the blessing speed brought by the charge to make these chariots temporarily unable to hit.

As for the long term?

Jason was not sure to avoid the dense fire coverage.

He only hoped that the commander of the chariot regiment would have some patience.

Jason's agility is already 2.5. After [Charge] is blessed with 0.5, Jason has reached 3 agility, and has a physique of 2.7. This physique makes him stronger than the average sprinter.

Under the mutual blessing of physical fitness, Jason at this time is like a cheetah chasing an antelope, not only fast, but also durable.

Da da da!

Boom boom boom!

Bullets chased behind Jason.

The shells kept falling on both sides.

With nearly four times the perception of ordinary people, Jason accurately judged the muzzle and muzzle, so as to avoid bullets and shells in advance.

At this moment, Jason, who was under the hail of bullets, achieved the ultimate combination of perception and body.

The soldiers of the chariot regiment, Edward and others in the barracks clearly saw a figure who was constantly charging, shuttling, and wandering back and forth in the smoke.

"Is this the strength of a single player?"

Little Banxi couldn't help but murmured.

"quick!"

"Expedite the removal of these weapons and ammunition."

"Part of it was shipped back to Xinde City."

"The rest, build fortifications with me!"

"We can't let Jason sacrifice in vain!"

Edward responded quickly and shouted loudly.

From Edward's point of view, Jason really launched a charge to the death, and it was impossible to survive. Although he might be able to compete against one or two at the beginning, what about after that?

With the decline of physical strength.

Decreased concentration is inevitable.

And in a hail of bullets, this is the game of death.

But in the same way, with the ability to briefly dodge a hail of bullets, Jason didn't have to do it.

Jason was fully conditioned to withdraw safely.

But why didn't Jason do that?

Because he is here!

They are friends!

He will not leave friends and run away.

How could Jason leave him?

Thinking of this, Edward had already burst into tears.

Little Bansy's reaction was a little slow, but the little Bansy, who was not stupid, understood Jason's intention the next moment.

From the very beginning, when he asked Jason for help, Jason did not hesitate, analyzed everything calmly, arranged the situation, used Griffin as a prisoner, found out the position of the 'imperial minister', and then acted quickly .

And now?

Jason moves again.

As before without hesitation.

The wave just now... is it goodbye?

Little Bansi suddenly burst into tears.

He silently picked up his mortar.

He wants to find a suitable position to shoot.

Even if it's just one shell, he's going to reinforce Jason.

"Friendship?"

Griffin looked at Bansi who was carrying the mortar and walked to the side, and at Edward who took out the mines from the army wooden box, he couldn't help but whisper.

Is there such a fool?

Is it bad to live?

Living is the most important thing.

Only by living can there be hope.

To be able to turn around.

"Griffin, go, we should retreat!"

The residents of Fishbone Street, carrying weapons and ammunition, greeted Griffin.

"coming."

Griffin turned and left.

It is said that some of them returned to Xindecheng with weapons and ammunition to form a new line of defense.

In fact, in the entire barracks, only Edward and Bansey were left.

The residents of 'Fishbone Street' did not dare to disobey Her Majesty's order, but they were not the ones who arranged the retreat.

"Those two fools really thought they could withstand the entire chariot regiment?"

"No, it's three!"

"The one who rushes out first is the stupidest!"

The returning team walked fast, but that didn't stop them from talking in a low voice.

The jokes that fit the "Fishbone Street" sounded in the team.

Accompanied by bursts of laughter that could not be said to be self-deprecating or sarcastic.

In this group of people, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Yeah, what a fool."

"Although it looks like a hero."

"Heroes don't live long!"

"We are all rats in the 'sewers', we can't be heroes!"

This is what Griffin said.

He used a higher voice, no longer whispering, it seemed that a high-pitched voice could give him great determination.

only……

With such a voice, the team that was moving forward quickly stopped in their tracks.

Although it returned to normal immediately, there was no sound on the way back.

The silence is disconcerting.

At least, Griffin was flustered, and he still had a feeling of emptiness in his heart.

Jason is dead.

Edward is dead.

Banzie is dead.

I'm still alive, isn't it?

We just met by chance. Although there is a little friendship, it is also a little friendship forced by the situation. The big deal is that after they die, I live with their wishes on their backs.

Needless to say, Jason definitely wants to eat more food.

Edward?

Emmmm, it should be a girlfriend... right?

Little Bansy?

He has always wanted to stock up on a few heavy artillery pieces. This can be done with a little thought and a little more money.

In the days to come, I will eat delicious food, meet various girlfriends, and accumulate all kinds of heavy firepower. Isn't it bad for such a day?

Griffin kept fantasizing about such a day in his mind.

But this should be a beautiful day in his opinion, but there is no color.

It's just black and white.

There is only silence.

In a world without color and sound, images are like puppets, with no life at all.

On the contrary, those days when they were bickering with little Bency, being rubbed on the ground by Edward, and shuddering under Jason's eyes, were colorful and the sound was sweet.

He yearned for such a day.

Instead of retracting into the 'sewers' and continuing to fool around.

tread!

Griffin, who was in the 'Fishbone Street' team, suddenly stopped.

Then he turned and ran back.

at a faster speed than before.

"Griffin!"

"Griffin!"

There were shouts from the crowd, but Griffin didn't look back at all, his friend was in the barracks, how could he turn back? Taking a slow step made him feel uncomfortable.

man.

Always such an impulsive creature.

When the blood is hot, there will always be irrational things.

The corners of Griffin's mouth couldn't help turning up, and he couldn't restrain his smile.

At this moment, he is carefree, he is happy.

You may regret it later.

but now?

He wanted to go back to the barracks.

Then?

With the total death.

Step, step.

In the sound of rapid footsteps, Edward, who was beginning to lay mines in the military camp, suddenly felt a darkness in front of him. As soon as he looked up, he saw Griffin gasping for breath because of the rapid movement.

Surprise and astonishment flashed in Edward's eyes.

Then, it turned into a smile.

"We are Xindecheng F4, of course there can't be only three left."

Griffin said.

"Yes, Punisher!"

Edward corrected.

Griffin has already run to the weapons warehouse.

Of course, it was impossible for a team of 100 people to remove all the weapons warehouses in this military camp. He went straight to the place where the mortars were placed. This type of artillery was loved by the residents of Fishbone Street and was almost swept away.

But there are still two doors left.

There are also two ammo boxes.

Griffin picked it all up and ran straight out.

"Leave me a door."

Edward said as Griffin passed by.

"Um."

Griffin nodded, leaving behind a mortar and an ammunition box.

Then, keep going forward.

Edward digs holes again and lays mines.

The barracks is the place where the chariot regiment must enter. These mines will greatly delay the opponent's time and gain more time for Xinde City.

There's only so much he can do.

leftover?

He couldn't think of it.

I don't even want to think about it.

His friends and partners have gone to the battlefield.

Next, it's his turn.

Picking up the mortar and ammunition boxes, Edward turned and charged towards the battlefield.

boom!

The shell exploded again behind him.

Jason was unhurt, but his heart burst again.

This is the third time it's broken!

After a lot of physical strength passed and the heart was overwhelmed, Jason's [Charge] became a real desperate charge.

Fortunately, however, he was within easy reach of the chariot regiment.

Likewise, the danger has skyrocketed.

The chariot regiment's shells may be a little sluggish

But the firepower network composed of machine guns is layer after layer.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Jason knows this.

But it was the first time he felt this.

In front of him, more than 5 machine guns were firing, which not only completely blocked his way forward, but also made his dodging more and more difficult. What was even worse was that the chariot regiment was changing formations. More The machine gun must be added to it.

At this time, there is no need to hesitate.

Jason is ready to charge again and break through this layer of firepower.

And at this time

squeak!

boom!

The sound of a cannonball falling sounded.

The turret of a chariot was hit with precision.

Boom!

The tank was directly blown up.

The machine gunners who were shooting frantically were startled by this sudden scene, and when they were stunned, there were two sounds of shells falling.

boom!

Boom!

A cannonball missed.

A shell hits exactly.

"Move!"

"Move all!"

The machine gunner, who was brushed by the shell, shouted at the driver.

The airtight firepower network suddenly stagnated, and a hole appeared.

Jason seized the opportunity and rushed in directly.

In the bottom of his heart, he silently thanked Bency, Edward and Griffin (although you missed it)!

This time, Jason seized it firmly.

When he entered the chariot position, the grenades he hung on his body were thrown out like a goddess scattered flowers. Each grenade was fast, fast, and extremely accurate.

Either the radiator window of the chariot or the track axle of the chariot.

A throwing technique derived from [Griffin Shooting].

Maybe it's still lacking, but at this time, it's just right

Boom, boom!

After a series of explosions, the three chariots around Jason stopped in place.

And this is just the beginning.

Keep walking, keep throwing.

With the sound of the explosion, more tanks stopped.

And this immobile chariot became a fixed target for Edward, Bency Jr. and Griffin in the distance.

squeak!

Boom!

Mortar shells fell one by one.

Destroying one chariot after another.

But such destruction was just over a tenth of the total number of chariot regiments.

In less than half a minute, the elite chariot group of the 'Silver Federation' reacted. They spread out, effectively widening the distance from Jason, and the turret began to turn, looking for the three in the distance. mortar firing positions.

Bang, bang!

The dense shell coverage made Edward and the three directly misfire.

And Jason, who lost his support, was once again blocked by a fire network composed of machine guns.

Jason is in trouble again.

And, this time, it was more dangerous than before.

Not only is there no support, but also because the elites of these chariot regiments put away their contempt and began to really treat them.

Suddenly, Jason's pressure doubled.

He can't wait to turn around and leave now.

but……

His main quest is: [Get the approval of Xinde City].

Although the recognition rate has reached 500% at this moment, the main task is not over.

But once Xinde City is destroyed, the main mission will be a complete failure.

Therefore, he cannot retreat!

call! call!

Adjusting his breathing, Jason dodged the coverage of the firepower network.

The place to dodge is getting smaller and smaller, but Jason's eyes are getting more and more calm.

He calculates the distance.

Then

A sword cut out!

The ten-meter-long lightsaber disappeared in a flash!

A chariot in front of him was directly divided into two.

At the same time, he was exhausted by a lot of physical strength, and his heart was broken again.

Not only that.

After a slight pause, he was caught by the machine gun's firepower net.

The machine gunners who finally caught Jason pulled the trigger one by one.

Da da da!

In less than two seconds, Jason was beaten into a puddle of rotten meat.

Under the darkness of dawn, in the billowing smoke, Jason, who had turned into a pool of rotten flesh, was hidden.

The machine gunners stopped firing.

Edward, Bency, and Griffin in the distance looked at this scene in despair.

Then, gritted their teeth, they set up mortars again.

They will send their friends off with the sound of cannons.

Send them off too.

But at this time

A bright, dazzling sword light once again cut through the darkness.

The Sword of Dawn!

Be fearless!

Another chariot was slashed, and the firepower smashed Jason again.

But the next moment, the Sword of Dawn was cut out again!

Boom!

Another chariot was chopped apart.

"shooting!"

"do not stop!"

"Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

Da da da!

Bang bang bang!

The order from the commander of the chariot regiment completely turned Jason's place into scorched earth.

Even if it can be resurrected.

But such a resurrection still takes time.

The body was completely shattered.

Reorganization is required.

But before it was reorganized, it was smashed again.

Jason is directly caught in a vicious circle.

Satiety began to plummet.

Looking at this scene, the commander who was hiding in a chariot sneered contemptuously.

"Oh, what's the age? Anyone else choose the knight charge?"

"As expected of someone who has practiced the Secret Technique of Dawn."

"How stupid! Stupid!"

"Don't you know that as early as three hundred years ago, when the Dawn Church perished, it was clear that the knights were outdated!"

His voice rose involuntarily.

Through the on-board radio, such a sound spread to all tanks.

People nodded in agreement.

knight?

cavalry?

The glory of cold weapons?

long gone.

The firepower network deployed by the machine guns has already torn apart the last pride of the so-called "brilliant".

leftover?

It's the face that fell into the mud.

trampled repeatedly.

Three hundred years ago, this scene was staged.

Three hundred years later, this scene was staged again.

but……

There are some differences.

Three hundred years ago, there was no chance.

But three hundred years later, there is another chance.

Body reorganization was smashed.

The pain came in waves like a tide.

Jason was awake at first.

But then, the consciousness became slightly blurred under the waves of pain.

The gunfire and gun smoke in front of him seemed to have disappeared.

Only...

A tree-lined alley.

And chopping, chopping wood.

The surrounding trees were very lush, and Jason couldn't see the lumberjack. He involuntarily stepped onto the trail and walked towards the position where the sound was made.

After he passed through a small patch of woods, a log cabin appeared there.

A tall old man with white beard and hair was swinging an axe in front of the wooden house, chopping down the stake in front of him.

The old man was dressed in a simple linen shirt, bare feet, bare arms and arms. The strong muscles on his arms did not feel the slightest sense of old age, and only gave people an explosive sense of strength.

chop!

With an axe down, the stake with the thickness of the thigh was divided into two like tofu.

Then, the old man turned his head and looked at Jason.

"Aren't you reconciled?"

the old man asked.

Jason, who was in a trance, resisted not answering, but his body moved involuntarily.

He nodded.

The old man smiled.

"It's very similar to my disciple."

"It's all so stubborn."

"There is nothing to be unwilling to reconcile, this is the times in itself."

"The age of the old and the new."

"The old will eventually be eliminated, and the new will dominate the moment."

"It's the same even if you're not willing."

The old man said slowly.

"You, are you not reconciled?"

Jason asked in a daze.

"certainly!"

"Otherwise, why am I here?"

"Otherwise, why should I meet you?"

"I can't change other things that have happened, but here... I want to try."

"Will you help me?"

After the old man nodded, he looked at Jason solemnly.

"help you?"

Jason was startled.

Not to mention, he didn't know how to help.

The situation he encountered alone was beyond help.

His death is only a matter of time.

"You agree?"

"thanks."

The old man looked at Jason happily.

I didn't agree? !

Jason looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man patted Jason's shoulder hard, three times in a row.

He showed a smile.

"Sure enough, he is a good boy like my disciple."

"You are all very talented."

"You all walk forward proudly."

"You all experience honor, death, gluttony."

"Although you may not remember, but now, you can call me the last knight of the dawn, Gong Lansen!"

Vision blurred again.

The sound was even more indistinct.

Jason couldn't hear the voice after that.

Artillery fire and gunpowder smoke covered everything.

Then, he found that he could move.

He stood up.

Bullets and shells seemed to have no effect on him at this moment.

Then, the power of the Sword of Dawn began to condense in his body.

But what is different from before is that the power of the Sword of Dawn this time is ten times stronger than when he used it before... No, it is a hundred times stronger!

next moment

Sword, out!

long……

km!

Nothing is cut!

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