The King of Special Warfare

The Thunder Legion marched.

Bloody Legion defended.

This was a plan that had been set up from the very beginning. This time the war came unexpectedly, and the time was tight. Neither side was fully prepared. Once there was a real exchange of fire, it would be all about fighting spirit.

The scorching sun covered the barren hills in the west of Nanyun. Under the scorching sun, soldiers of the Bloodbathed Legion busily shuttled back and forth. Military trucks at the foot of the mountain stopped and went, and more and more heavy weapons approached. The barren mountain, the entire mountain is filled with a dignified and chilling atmosphere.

Lieutenant General Cheng Huining, the commander of the Black Dragon Legion, stood quietly on the top of the mountain, looking at the busy scene below with a dignified expression.

This general who has been guarding the northeast frontier of Central Continent all year round does not look like a soldier at all. He has a thin figure, elegant appearance, and looks gentle. If he takes off his imposing military uniform, he looks more like a soldier. He is a profound and gentle professor and scholar, or a Confucian general.

The sound of thunderous drums reverberated in the air, and thirteen national battle drums sounded at the same time, covering the entire Nanyun border.

Cheng Huining listened to the more and more intense drumbeats, instead of cheering up, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, looking eager and anxious.

"It's going to be faster."

The movements of the soldiers at the foot of the mountain were tense but orderly. Cheng Huining wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered to himself.

"Hui Ning, the commander-in-chief's side has already exchanged fire."

Amidst the sound of war drums vibrating in the sky, a middle-aged man in the uniform of a major general quickly passed through the busy crowd and rushed directly to the top of the mountain.

"Not surprisingly."

Cheng Huining shook his head solemnly, pointed to the direction where the drum sound came from and said, "Just listen to the sound of the drum and you will know, the end, how much more time do we need?"

The corner of the major general's mouth moved, and his face was a little gloomy and decadent. He was originally a handsome man, but his face was indescribably ugly at this time.

"About three hours."

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "It will take at least two and a half hours before we can build a perfect line of defense."

"Two and a half hours..."

Cheng Huining smiled wryly and shook his head,

He said calmly, "There must not be enough time."

"I know!"

Bai Zhijing let out a low growl, his handsome face was a bit ferocious: "But I know my troops, this time is already the fastest, there is no better way."

Bai Zhijing, one of the core figures of the Bai family of the Zhongzhou wealthy group, the commander of the second division of the Bloody Legion, the second division is a mountain combat division, although the overall strength is not the top in the Bloody Legion, but their equipment configuration, on weekdays The training received here is the most suitable for mountain warfare. This place is infinitely close to the border. The front is a wasteland of Annan Kingdom, and the rear is a primeval forest. The rolling mountains in the middle are the most suitable for Bai Zhijie and him. The battlefield played by the Second Division, after a preliminary inspection of the terrain, Dongcheng Invincible directly ordered Bai Zhijing to lead the Second Division here to form the first line of defense in the Western Territory.

However, compared to the five major dark forces, Central Continent's preparations are still too insufficient. It takes time to inspect the terrain, execute the battle plan, arrange the troops, and then mobilize the troops and set up the defense line.

Although the efficiency of the Frontier Guard Corps was astonishing, more than 100,000 troops were involved. After doing one thing, it finally came to this moment.

Now most of the work has been done, and only the last step is left. Batch after batch of heavy firepower weapons are being transferred from the headquarters of the Bloodbathed Legion, installed and erected, and finally form an extremely powerful firepower line at the border. These tasks Once it is done, it will be much easier if you just stick to it, and the pressure on the entire border will also be reduced.

Unfortunately, now they have no time.

The 10,000 elites led by Dongcheng Wudi are in front of them on the right. If the distance between the two sides is not counted as left and right, but only in the vertical direction, the distance is about five kilometers. People from the dark forces exchange fire.

This also shows that in their direction, the enemy is also on the way to charge, and the distance from here is at most five kilometers.

After all, it is impossible for them to charge in batches. When time is tight, the opponent will definitely press up all at once.

The second division still needs two and a half hours to build a perfect line of defense.

But the enemy's five-kilometer rapid march, no matter how many people there are, cannot take such a long time, at most an hour is enough.

The remaining one and a half hours is the toughest test for Cheng Huining and Bai Zhijing.

They have only two options.

The first is to use the lives of the soldiers of the Second Division in exchange for time, and allocate some people to set up the firepower line. However, in this way, most of the troops of the Second Division will be allocated, and a small number of people will be deployed to set up the firepower line. The time is destined to be longer, as for whether it will succeed in the end, no one is sure.

The second option is to retreat now and give up this mountain.

How to choose?

Cheng Huining's forehead was sweating more and more, but his eyes were still as calm as before. His eyes slowly swept across the mountains, and he remained silent.

This mountain range can be said to be the most favorable terrain in the western region. It is nearly six kilometers long, but there are peaks on both sides. The mountain is not high, but the slope is very steep. Hurry up, if the enemy wants to enter Central Continent, this is the only way to go, but the width of this mountain slope is only about 300 meters, and there are steep mountain walls on both sides. It can be said that if you guard here, you can be said to be guarded by one man. up.

Such an important terrain can be regarded as a battleground for military strategists. From the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China to the past few decades, Zhongzhou and Annan have been in constant conflict over this place, and countless disputes have erupted. As far as Yunxi Realm is concerned, this place is completely a natural portal, and one must stick to it even if one dies.

"Can't withdraw!"

Cheng Huining said suddenly, his voice was very soft, but there was a resolute light in his calm eyes.

Bai Zhijing suddenly raised his head and glared at Cheng Huining, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"As long as we hold here, we can buy time for the lines of defense in the rear. The other side wants to invade from the west, they can only go here, unless they are willing to detour dozens of kilometers to step on the mine that has existed for many years. Area. At the end, we are not ready, and the defense line behind is also not ready, no matter what, we cannot withdraw!"

Cheng Huining's tone became calmer.

"But it will take time for us to retreat and for them to pursue."

Bai Zhijie clenched his fists tightly, growled with a distorted expression.

"Confused!"

Cheng Huining's face darkened, and he said coldly: "This place is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If you really abandon this place, once the opponent enters the country and disperses, there will be endless troubles! And if we retreat without fighting, this place is equivalent to giving it directly to the opponent. Once the other party occupies this place, how can they hand it over easily? At that time, the western border of Nanyun, Zhongzhou, may be bounded by this place. Even if we want to fight, don’t you understand how much we have to pay for this kind of terrain? You now I feel sorry for your troops, and sooner or later I will take them all in!"

Bai Zhijing closed his eyes in pain, the corners of his mouth twitched, unable to speak, why didn't he understand the truth? He is also unwilling to retreat. Since the establishment of the Frontier Guard Corps, there has never been a single deserter in a small battle. But in this situation, if you want to stick to it, if the line of fire has not been set up, it is completely in vain. Use his troops to fight, after this battle, how many people from the Second Division will die? As long as he thought about it, Bai Zhijing's heart could not help but twitch.

"You know what to do."

Cheng Huining took a deep look at Bai Zhijing, and patted him on the shoulder with his big hand: "Withdraw here, our rear will be exposed. Although our place is not as good as the main battlefield on the commander's side, it is the same." Important. The opponent's target is the entire Bloody Legion, if they are allowed to break through here, there will be an endless stream of enemy troops, and the Bloody Legion will be in danger."

"If the Bloody Legion is really wiped out or suffers heavy losses, even if we win in the East Island, we will gain only a limited amount. After all, the Bloody Legion has nearly 160,000 people. If it just disappears, how can Zhongzhou make up for this hole? What kind of compensation? Do you rely on those pampered 'elites' in the interior?"

"And don't forget, even if we win the decisive battle on Long Island, we still need to send people to guard it. If the Bloodbathed Legion is broken, then the Snow Dance Legion that was supposed to go to Long Island to guard it may end up being used to fill the Bloodbathed Legion Vacant, at the end of the day, what do we get?"

"There is also Huating. When the battle breaks out here, Huating is also in a dangerous situation. We are prepared, but the other party will not be idle. Otherwise, from the beginning of the decisive battle on Long Island, we will regard it as an overwhelming force. Conspiracy? In the general trend, everyone must do their best. The international battlefield is filled with gunpowder. No matter how much advantage we have, if we make a wrong move, we will lose everything. In the end, if we make a wrong step today, we may be the sinners of Central Continent in the future. , don’t you understand this kind of truth?!”

Cheng Huining's tone became more and more severe, and an unparalleled power erupted from his whole body.

Bai Zhijing's body trembled uncontrollably, he clenched his fists tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I understand, you don't need to say, the second division will go up, I will stand at the front, fight to the death without retreating! "

"I will work with you to buy time for the Bloodbathed Legion and the Western Territory of Nanyun."

Cheng Huining looked ahead with a gentle and elegant smile. At the end of his line of sight, a vast blackness gradually appeared on the Annan Plain, dust was rising, and the ground was trembling.

"Let me do it."

An old and gentle voice suddenly sounded in the mountains.

The voice was not high, gentle and quiet, but it sounded clearly in everyone's ears, calm and confident.

Cheng Huining and Bai Zhijing, who were staring at the front with solemn faces, suddenly turned their heads.

In sight are the vast mountains and forests, the transport vehicles that keep coming and going, and the soldiers who are busy shuttling.

But in the depths of the mountain forest, there is a mighty momentum that can make all living beings tremble!

Passionate and surging, unparalleled in the world!

An old Central Continent Star Flag appeared in everyone's sight. The ten-meter-long flagpole was held in someone's hand. The bitter wind blew past in the mountains and forests, but the huge flag at the end of the flagpole was frozen like a knife, motionless.

The old man holding the star flag suddenly appeared. He walked out of the forest without haste, but each step covered a distance of tens of meters, and he quickly approached the mountain range.

That kind of trembling momentum keeps climbing, mighty in the valleys of the western region, and the fighting spirit soars to the sky!

The scarlet banner froze like a knife.

Shabby clothes.

old face.

The fighting spirit soaring to the sky.

At this moment, one person, one flag seemed to fill the whole world.

Upright.

"stop!"

The patrolling soldiers on the outermost perimeter finally came to their senses, and subconsciously picked up the guns in their hands and pointed at the old man.

At the moment of the war, an unidentified but ridiculously strong old man came to the battlefield by himself holding a flag of stars. This incident is strange no matter how you look at it. The patrolling soldiers will never think that he is one of their own just because of a flag in the opponent's hand.

"Who are you?!"

Among the patrolling soldiers, a lieutenant was holding the gun in his hand tightly, looking at the old man in front of him calmly.

"me..."

The old man held the flagpole and stood in front of the patrol, his eyes seemed a little dazed.

"I am a veteran of Middle-earth."

He stared deeply at the mountain range in front of him, and said softly: "My name is Li Honghe. Nineteen years ago, my son was sacrificed in this mountain range in front of him."

It is a sacrifice.

When speaking of these two words, the old man's tone was exceptionally clear, with a kind of stubbornness.

"Li Honghe?"

The lieutenant was stunned, holding the gun, and subconsciously muttered to himself: "It seems familiar..."

Li Honghe smiled, grasped the flagpole in his hand, and said in a calm tone: "More than 20 years ago, the Border Guard Corps was established at my suggestion."

He ignored this group of sluggish soldiers, took a step forward, and his figure appeared directly at the foot of the mountain.

He finally slowed down, but his aura grew even higher.

Cheng Huining stared at the old man in front of him, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He never thought that in today's scene, he would actually see this His Highness who lived in seclusion on the border of Nanyun.

Entered the Invincible Realm at the age of thirty-eight, beheaded six Invincible Realm masters in his life, ranked first in the God List for ten years, fought a hundred times in his life, and never lost a single one!

Guarding Central Continent, guarding North America, crossing the African continent, looking down on the heroes of South America, coercing an era.

That was the first half of his life that was brilliant to the extreme, radiant and invincible in the world.

He is Li Honghe.

He was once the Central Continent God of War.

He is a veteran of Central Continent today.

It is the belief of all people in an era.

Cheng Huining's eyes were in a trance, vaguely, he seemed to have returned to more than 20 years ago, to the time when he had just joined the Border Guard Corps.

At that time, he was standing next to another highness, and was personally awarded the rank of lieutenant colonel by the highness in front of him. At that time, the face in front of him was not old, and his every move was full of domineering spirit .

At that time, he personally carried the rank of general on his shoulders, and said with a smile: "You guys are good, work hard, defend your home and country."

That was the most glorious era for the Li family.

That was the era when the Beihai Wang family and the Li family joined forces to make the entire dark world crawl under their feet.

When that era passed, when Li Shi's radiance faded away, the time passed silently with a booming sound.

In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty years have passed.

The former God of War in Central Continent was no longer there, and what appeared in front of him now was a gray-haired Central Continent veteran.

Injustice, helplessness, desolation, falling from the peak to the dust, from a god of war to a veteran, this old man who has dedicated everything to Central Continent, no matter what he has experienced, from the beginning to the end, he has been silent, without complaint or regret.

It's just that the former God of War is no longer there.

There is only one veteran holding a flag.

In sight, Li Honghe was still walking slowly, from downhill to uphill.

But Cheng Huining burst into tears for some reason.

For the flag that has been worn out in twenty years of wind and frost.

For the veterans in front of me.

At this moment, Cheng Huining was no longer the commander of the Black Dragon Legion, nor was he a lieutenant general in Zhongzhou. In front of this veteran who risked everything for Zhongzhou, he was just a veteran.

One of the first batch of veterans who joined the Frontier Guards Corps and has always existed and been fighting.

The mountain wind blows, and the mountain top is silent.

An excited and crying voice sounded hoarse from the top of the mountain, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Cheng Huining, a veteran of the Frontier Guard, has met His Highness!"

"Bai Zhijing, a veteran of the Frontier Guard, has met His Highness!"

"Liu Chuanhai, a veteran of the Frontier Guard, has met His Highness!"

"Fu Guoqiang, a veteran of the Frontier Guard, has met His Highness!"

Up and down the mountain, one figure after another knelt on one knee on the road Li Honghe walked, and roared hoarsely with all their strength.

It was an extremely fanatical roar, similar to faith.

This is the oldest group of people in the Second Division. None of them has a rank lower than lieutenant colonel, and everyone's rank is higher than the current Li Honghe. But now, they are just veterans.

The flagpole in Li Honghe's hand fluctuated slightly, then froze again.

"Everyone get up."

Li Honghe walked up to the top of the mountain slowly, and said softly, "You guys are doing well."

Everyone's faces flushed with excitement, and they roared with all their strength: "I wish to kill the enemy with Your Highness!"

"No need."

Li Honghe didn't look back, he passed by Cheng Huining and Bai Zhijing, stood at the top of the mountain, and said softly: "Hurry up and build a defense line, I will block them, but my time is limited, you have to hurry up."

"Your Highness..."

Cheng Huining's voice trembled slightly, and Bai Zhijing's expression suddenly changed.

"You also go to help."

Li Honghe smiled lightly, and said without doubt: "Hurry up, I don't have much time."

Cheng Huining wanted to say something more, but Bai Zhijing at the side had already tugged at his sleeve and shook his head slightly.

Li Honghe didn't look back, and walked down the hill slowly by himself.

Dust rose from the wilderness ahead, and a large black crowd charged at full speed, rushing forward mightily like a black tide.

The enemy army had no flags or uniforms, so Li Honghe couldn't tell who the opponent was, and he didn't bother to identify them.

No dark force can mobilize so many people on the border of Central Continent. Most of them, no matter what their identities are, are just a cover. There is only one real identity.

Li Honghe smiled, and thrust the flagpole into the ground abruptly.

The scarlet flag more than ten meters long suddenly flew in the wind!

At this moment, in the mountains behind Li Honghe, everything in the Second Division seems to have completely disappeared. In everyone's sight, there is only one person and one banner who can almost hold up the sky!

The sound of the wind was bitter in an instant.

Li Honghe stood quietly under the banner. Behind him was the entrance of the mountain range less than 300 meters away. Standing in the middle, his seemingly weak body seemed to block the entire Central Continent.

The black tide ahead is getting closer and closer.

Li Honghe's expression became more and more gentle.

He was born in the best age, from childhood to old age, in this life, he carried not only the glory of Li Shi, but also the pride of Li Shi.

Central Continent God of War, fight for the country!

Li's obsession is concentrated on him, and perhaps it will also disappear from him.

Kuangtu Li is a hero of the generation. He may be willing to sacrifice everything for the Li family, but his character is destined not to become a soldier who is purely desperate to defend his country.

He has ambitions and desires.

Back then when the Frontier Guard Corps was established, Li Honghe hoped that he could find his mission and responsibility in this pure iron-blooded atmosphere, but in the end he never really treasoned the country, but died instead.

Li Tianlan's future is still unclear, and his childhood experience also doomed him to not be as loyal and almost stubborn as Li Honghe to guard the country.

Of the three generations, it seems that only Li Honghe is the purest.

Whether it is God of War or a veteran, what he does is to defend his home and country.

With a clear conscience.

"Impartial, not annoying... I have been indecisive all my life, if I can die here in battle, it will be my destination."

In the wind, Li Honghe whispered to himself, his wise eyes were full of freedom.

The dark tide in front of him was rushing wildly, like overwhelming mountains and seas, unstoppable.

Li Honghe's hunched body straightened abruptly, and he reached out to grasp the flying flag.

Sweep!

The flag flew across the biting wind, like thunder blasting in the wilderness.

The world trembled.

A sword aura nearly a hundred feet long soared into the sky in an instant, and the infinite sword light rushed into the black tide formed by the crowd in front of it with incomparably heroic momentum. The sky was about to collapse under the sword light, and the huge sword light tore apart In the sky, a large rain of blood exploded unscrupulously.

The endless black tide stepped on the corpse of his companion and rushed forward, the killing sound was loud.

Li Honghe frantically waved the star flag in his hand, and one hundred zhang long sword lights rushed into the crowd, bursting out bloody light all over the sky.

The wasteland is bloodied.

The flag was stained with blood.

The sword light surged like a waterfall.

The flag flies like a dragon.

Never retreat!

In the place where the Li family's glory fell nineteen years ago, Li Honghe held the banner, with the last afterglow of the Li family, burning almost desperately amidst the sprayed blood and the sword light all over the sky. reading net