Chapter 237 Long Live the Empire

"But no matter what, the alfalfa leaves can't all be finished. If someone goes out alive, there are still ungrown children and beautiful young mothers in the sentry's family. Of course, they will soon become beautiful young widows. These benefits can't benefit outsiders in vain. We need someone to survive, take care of them, and see those Whether our alfalfa leaves orphans and widows are doing well, whether they will be bullied by others, and someone has to contact other brothers and tell them and the empire my final retreat order. Those people are not deserters, they retreated according to my orders. We want to let the brothers who have gone go at ease, and let the surviving brothers live a safe life. The alfalfa leaves are over. We have done a lot of things for the empire. Now we should think about ourselves, or I will die..." Karavi took a deep breath and sighed, "It's difficult. Get peace."

The room was quiet for a moment, but everyone's breathing was obviously heavy.

I can still live to this day and still stand in Karavi. Yang's warriors either have a very strong will or have good skills. In a word, people who can stand here alive are not fools. Naturally, they understand what Karavi is talking about.

The general is talking about the hope of survival.

Of course, it is not only a simple survival, but also a responsibility that must be borne. This responsibility is not easy. It is responsible for taking care of the orphans and widows of the whole alfalfa leaf army.

But as long as you can live, there will always be a way.

Who doesn't want to live? No matter how difficult it is to live, even if the physical fatigue has already exceeded the limit, even if they know that they only need to stop and rest, the spiritual people will help themselves free themselves from all this pain. But they still insist on fighting and fighting in a desperate situation. Isn't it that they have not given up that glimmer of hope? Even the smallest glimmer of hope is their spiritual pillar at this desperate moment.

Yes, even if the whole universe attacks from all sides, even if the blade of the spirit clan has pierced their chest, the hope of the soldiers has not been cut off, because there is also the divine emperor, the sacred emperor, and everyone he blesses in the depths of the Milky Way.

Everyone wants to live, and no one wants to die. At this time, you only need one sentence, or raise your hand, to get this opportunity to live.

But in this environment, no one speaks.

"I won't run away like this. So many people are dead. I can't run away like nothing happened, and then live peacefully."

"Live, hey, why do you look at me like this? Don't worry, I'm not a cod. After asking the general to cut it off, I can't do such a shameless thing.

"Should you take care of the small thing? You should do it. We are just soldiers. What else can we do after leaving the battlefield?"

"No," Karavi waved his hand and denied saying, "Even if I survive, it is also the trial of the military court that awaits me. I will bear the responsibility of the total destruction of the alfalfa leaves, and some other irrelevant responsibilities related to us. My legion is completely destroyed, but I escaped alive?" Karavi. Yang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a sneer, "Think about it, I know what the old guys in the Defense Force Command will do to me. They don't draw a gun on the spot and kill me, even if they have self-restraint. So I can't go. My best destination is to die on this battlefield. And you still have a chance. Don't you really want to live?

The room continued to be silent, and everyone's heart beat violently. After a while, Karavi broke the frightening silence. He sighed and said, "Well, let's draw lots. Those who walk away will leave immediately and must live. Go down." So he took out a notepad from his coat pocket, tore off a blank page from it, and then tore the pages into fragments equal to the number of people. He carried it on his back, took out a hammer pens, and began to write something on the fragments. After a while, Karavi's hands were full of small pieces. Paper ball.

"Choose one at will. At this time, let the sacred emperor decide who should survive and take responsibility, and who should honorably attack the spirit clan!"

"This is really the best idea," the adjutant came over from the window and the first one stretched out his hand. "Let the emperor decide everything."

"Wait..." Karavi stretched out his hand to stop the adjutant, "You can't."

"Alas? Why?"

"Because you are my adjutant. If I'm going to die, you will survive alone, which will make me feel more or less uncomfortable."

The soldiers looked at the adjutant sympathetically, and the adjutant returned to the window with a stinky face.

"Others, please continue. We don't have much time."

Soon, the lottery was over. Some people were ready to evacuate, some people began to prepare for battle, using their lives to resist the spiritual people, and leaving the hope of survival to their brothers. There were no farewells and rituals. Everyone just prepared for all this quickly, but it was not fast enough for the people in the room.

The adjutant who was angry at the window and sentry sounded an alarm: "They're coming! Spiritual people!"

There is no need for the adjutant to say more. Everyone in the room knows clearly that the Ling people are coming, and they also know who the pursuers are this time.

When the enemy approached in a straight line, their frightening screams were conveyed from afar. The voice was shocking, just like the cool breeze blowing through the body in the rain at night, and the cold was almost soaked into the bone marrow.

This time, the person responsible for chasing is a group of crazy screaming banshees. Karavi has heard the legend of the banshee. In the myths and legends of the spirit clan, the banshee is the messenger who brings sadness and death. Her crying indicates bad luck and even separates the soul and soul stone. And for the current group of sad fugitives, this is really an accurate description. Aren't these banshees brought with the undisguised screams bring bad luck and death?

"Well, it's time to part. The four people who left left through the back door. Hurry up, the rest of the brothers, pick up arms. We have an exciting battle to participate in."

The warriors stood up with a wry smile. If they want to make a list of the spiritual warriors they don't want to face, then the screaming banshee must be among the top three.

When the soldiers came out of the hut, they saw four enchanting female spiritual warriors coming out of the bushes not far away. These spirits were wearing close-fitting armor. These armors looked thin, soft and lacked thickness, but in fact they were composed of complex psionic plates. Yes, it will harden when it encounters the impact of bullets and slashing. In a word, these hot spirit women who seem to come to the battlefield in tights are not weak guys, and their strength is as horrible as their masks.

These banshees still only hold cold weapons in their hands. The armor of the screaming banshee is particularly gorgeous. She holds a huge and gorgeous machete in both hands.

If Li was here, he would probably shout "Qinglong Yanyue Knife" in his heart. Although there is a slight difference in appearance, this machete with a long handle is really similar to the big knife used by Master Guan.

"Brothers, let this group of spiritual women see the men who know human beings!" As soon as Karavi waved his hand, the soldiers around him laughed wildly and scattered. At the same time, they began to shoot at the spiritual people with the weapons in their hands. The firepower poured out in an instant, but rarely hit the target.

The spiritual people have better physical fitness than human beings. Their reaction speed and motor ability are far higher than that of human beings. Their rapid movements can't keep up with ordinary people's eyes, especially these spiritual warriors who are on the road to war. General shooting and firepower can't pose a threat to them at all. These The banshee rolled, jumped, moved quickly like a dance, and dodged most of the shots in the blink of an eye. Even if they were occasionally shot, it could only make them stagnate slightly. Their psionic armor could resist this kind of individual weapon.

But the soldiers didn't care. They still laughed and attacked at the same time, "Hahaha! Come on, come on, damn spiritual people! Come and taste Grandpa's big gun!"

After a while, a warrior was approached by the banshee. The warrior shot crazily, but still could not touch the body of the banshee. The banshee's moving figure made her approach the warrior almost unimpeded. It was just a flip, and she disappeared in front of the warrior like magic, quietly It fell behind the soldier.

This is a trick that the banshee likes. This set of practices can make the enemy feel the unstoppable approach of death. Death suddenly disappears in front of him, and then a series of twists and turns suddenly appear from behind.

Of course, the banshee's favorite last step, she held the executioner's long knife in her hands and stabbed it into the enemy's heart.

But the harsh laughter still did not stop. The soldier was pierced in the heart by a knife, and he still laughed miserably. He took two steps back and let the cold sharp blade slide in his body, making himself closer to the spiritual people. Then he shouted, "Hang Long live the Holy Emperor, Long live the Empire!" Press the remote control.

The explosives tied to the warrior exploded, and the banshee's whole body was blown away by such a sudden explosion. So suddenly, in such a close-range violent explosion, even the psionic armor could not save her.

With this explosion, the soldiers stopped shooting. They threw down their guns, pulled out daggers, opened their clothes, and let the explosives around their waists appear. These soldiers with explosives on their backs held daggers and rushed to the banshees with laughter.