Dark Blood Age

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People often regret things when they happen, just as they never believed there would be such a day before the stock market crashed, and they would surely be able to run away early, no matter how many times they repeated it before.

Conflict, negotiation, struggle, strangulation, eventually discovered that their enemies were not one another, and that the real and deadly threat still came from different planets, although the recent tranquillity seemed to make everyone forget that they were in danger.

The blockade of urgent meetings and news became a joke that, in addition to reflecting the inefficiency of the camp's response to the crisis, delayed the optimal escape.

Now it's too late to regret it.

With a towering giant with a rusty sword, even standing in front of you can pee on your crotch.

Only some of the troops knew that when it was released from its coffin and crawled out of its giant cave, many thought it was the devil that had been drilled out of hell.

It has a rotten smell on it, skin like moldy black bread, decaying erosion, no place to be whole, when it presses hard, smelly skin tears open a huge rip, rotten skin curls up, revealing more rotten black rotten meat like maggots.

To stop it, the army on the ground raised a tank, a heavy machine gun lined up, sprayed a dense tongue, even used anti-aircraft machine guns, a regiment of howitzer heavy artillery fire, over the jungle in the morning, countless bullets flying, countless shells whirring, and they had only one target, the giant over 60 meters tall.

Heavy snipers tried to send a bursting bullet into its heart or head; tank gunners tried to break its gigantic leg and force it to fall or retreat; and ordinary soldiers lay like ants on the ground, pouring bullets.

No matter how many complaints against the upper echelons, no matter how unfair the promotion is, no matter how much the promised material has been withheld, at this moment they are only a soldier, the vocation and instinct of the soldier is to pick up the gun in his hand, as well as all kinds of weapons, to fight back!

Perhaps they don't want to act as cannon dust and Americans strangle, maybe they also flirt with girls, all kinds of stuff, all kinds of drinking, maybe a lot of people piss their pants and get dumb and even drop their weapons straight away, but when the guns go off, when the guns go off, and the tears go off, there are still countless soldiers and officers rushing to the front line, as if they were responding to those struggling guns, responding to the tears of their teammates, just because they're soldiers, soldiers.

Behind them is their home, behind them is their comrades, and they have a little blood in them!

What national glory, national richness, deep historical honor... these false skies, at this moment, are all shit, the soldiers who rush out to rebel only know, if they also retreat and run away, what the unarmed loved ones behind them use to resist this giant demon from hell!?

Let it ravage!

But they didn't know that behind the camp, a list of helicopters that should have been on the battlefield, filled with panicked top figures, were rushing to prepare for emergency take-off and flee the camp...

The troll eats everything, from a dog to a cow, from a man to a tree, and as long as it's caught by its giant hands, it's all in its huge mouth, and none of it survives.

Where it passes, it's almost a patch of red, grass free.

But countless bullets draw countless lines of fire in the air that can't stop it, even when powerful, high-explosive shells get into its rotting skin and dissolve quickly and disappear.

It's like every time you hit it, it gets stronger.

Tanks, armoured vehicles, were thrown in front of them like toys, and the drivers and gunmen jumped out of the tanks flying in the air screaming like fallen leaves without parachutes.

More people were strangled to death by those giant hands, and flesh and guts were crumbling like slaughterhouses in pools.

The giant demon made little hard to make a decent impact, and the line of defense was trampled upon when it was concentrated in a strong fire-point position. Many soldiers broke apart from its giant foot, which fell from the sky in pain with their heads, and the person being trampled, the next moment after it removed the soles of its feet, it became a piece of meat cake, closely attached to the bottom of the giant foot pit.

Even so, it did not let go, often bent over, picked up human meatcakes that could not be shaped by muscle connections, sent them to the entrance, and did not forget the collapsing jungle trees next to them, as if eating them in the presence of side dishes.

Breaking through the defenses of the "ants", the troll stuck a long rusted sword on the ground, the blade blade went into the ground, several of the stabbed soldiers screamed and struggled so hard... while it simply ripped off the ground, freed its hands, and plundered the panicked “ants”, swallowed them up with a large number of plants, one bite at a time.

Its hands, its mouth, are filled with people who are desperately struggling with panic.

A helicopter that had just risen, before it could fly out, was found spitting a stinking pus like sputum, running through the sky, shooting, submerging and crashing in the camp.

More than a dozen red-eyed soldiers and officers shouted, carried a bomb, climbed up against their arms, endured an almost breathless stench, grabbed those corrupt skins like steel, approached the ears and mouth of the troll step by step, tried to plug the bomb in and blow it up.

Who knows, just approaching the huge ugly ear hole, it stood up, shaking, and the person who climbed up was suddenly shaken like a lice and fell into meat sauce.

Land-based missiles were finally launched, but because of the collective uncontrolled arrival of equipment such as radar on the planet, the new technology had not been adapted and the positioning error was almost equivalent to a blind shot, only to watch the warhead rub over the shoulder from the giant.

Despite a little blood, despite the efforts to resist, the army finally collapsed all the way under the huge power gap, and many more people went up to die and couldn't stop it!

Unless, as on the other side of the American camp, a strong man comes to repel it, even to drive him away.

But they didn't.

The battle was defeated too quickly and the camp could not retreat. It had long since become a pot of rotten porridge. The security wall, which had been used to defend against jungle bio-invasion, was the biggest obstacle to their escape, as was the case when Indian cities were burned. It was not known how many people were crowded under the entrance and exit walls.

When I was a kid, the three good elementary students of a school, with the visits of international friends, deliberately arranged the sequence one after the other to pull the balloon out of the narrow glass bottle quality test, the scenario praised by international friends can always only appear in elementary school textbooks.

In reality, in college and even high school exams, all children know only one thing, lift the bloody slaughter knife, cut off all those who dare to rob the wooden bridge with themselves!

The crowd congested at the entrance and at the base of the wall stepped on his head, ignoring the screams of those who were dying under his feet, plugged the child out of the filled gap, and shouted:

“Run, run north, run to the Americans, leave Daddy alone! ”

These include the man Zheng Yuanbao met selling radishes.

Soon, the giant broke into the camp, congested entrances and exits and the roots of the wall became its best hunting spot, and as soon as he reached out, he could grab a large number of irresistible “ants”, allowing him to prey at will.

Three fighter jets have finally appeared in the sky, two of them on newly repaired runways in Chinese camps and the other American.

Because communications and radio and radar equipment are out of control, there are very few aircraft that can be urgently adapted, and the hitting rate of missiles depends on the pilot's own manual guidance, and the only way to hit them is by chance.

The warplane appeared, distracting the giant, and it seemed to stare seriously at the three warplanes for a while, then grunted and roared in his throat, pulling out the giant sword stuck in the ground, waving all over the sky, like poking a fighter high in the sky down.

A Chinese pilot made a gesture across the cockpit to a fellow fighter of another aircraft, signaling that he was about to start attacking, and if he failed, ask the other party to find an opportunity to trade his life for an immediate, gradual attack.

Taking a breath, Pilot Hao nurtured to get rid of clutter, manipulated fighter jets to depress the head, used thrust and gravity to accelerate diving downward, sharp breaking voices violently sounded the sky.

Apart from the stinking sputum in his mouth, the giant does not appear to have had any other proven long-range attack. He must be as close as possible to the target and release the missile outside the range where the sword is waving, otherwise there is no precise positioning system warhead, and he does not know where it will hit!

The first dive failed and he was almost hit by a thick sputum.

He was too close when the warplanes whistled, flying over the head of the giant, and the bullets coming out of the ground struck a row of striking craters on his wing.

Pulling up the fighter plane, after a circle, he found that the American fighter coming from across the street was using this shelter to accurately dive down the back of the giant, and he didn't know why the American was running to "aid” at this time, presumably to test the giant's ability to fight.

But the other party also failed to dive, followed by his comrade dive, and the three joined forces tacitly to dive on top of the giant's head.

For giants, they're like flies, wrapped around their heads, traveling back and forth.

A missile finally hit the giant's body, a fierce explosion, the flames rushed to the sky, the debris even hit a fighter that couldn't pull it up, too close!

Hao Yang could only watch his comrades turn into a fire, and the people under his wing watched the giants devoured by the flames and burst into shocking cheers.

Finally got hit!

Giants should be down, too, right?

It should be impossible to survive this level of destruction!

Hao Yang was relieved when he was sad. From his perspective, the giant was completely devoured by the explosion. He should have no chance of survival. At such a great price, did he finally kill it?

He needs to confirm and add another missile.

As he pulled back the warplanes and dived, he was stunned to see the giants in flames crossing the flames, and the human cheers on the ground stopped.

Giant eyes seem to contain blood fire, heavy swords fingering heaven, roaring without knowing what is roaring!

But Hao Yong realized the danger, he stopped diving, put all the missiles out, regardless of the target, and then pulled them up quickly and fled.

At almost the same time, American warplanes did the same thing as he did, but did not fire missiles and flew back north, where American camps had begun to evacuate and flee to the north.

The giant's forehead now lit a triangular golden light, where a golden-rayed tripod engraved with complex lines seemed to crucify deeply into its head, and in its roar, it was pushing out inches by inches, and its divine colour became extremely painful, and its eyes became extremely confused.

Flying missiles set off a wave of explosions, with little harm done to giants, apart from killing many human beings.

The people on the ground were finally despairing and had given up all resistance except fleeing their lives.

The golden triangle of light is pushed inches out of the giant's head, its eyes become more painful and confused, and it also seems to become more hungry, and its hands grab everything it can and shove it into its mouth.

Chewing on the human body, jungle plants, and other chaotic creatures, giants are constantly hunting running ants and pushing out triplets.

Fatty Zheng and Yacht also gave up hope of survival. Some desperately looked at the nearer and nearer giants, and did not expect that their new things would be told here just at the beginning.

He was surrounded by Secretary Wang and his boss and others who had surrendered. Only then did he realize that they were no different from ordinary people, and that they would also be scared silly, only to be calmer than the others after knowing that there was no hope of escape.

He didn't see Ho Jing. At the time of the incident, she was presumably still in management, but he did see the beautiful and unspeakable girl, as well as her parents, whose father was a little older and whose mother was still alive.

Thinking of this sophisticated and quiet little girl who is also going to become a piece of meat in a demonic massive population, Fatty feels sorry for a while, but he doesn't have the right to sympathize, because he's also going to become a pile of meat.

Suddenly he still couldn't help but think that his flesh and his delicate girl were stirred together by that huge mouth, which was disgusting, but from the point of view of death alone, dying with such a beautiful girl was the only thing that could comfort him.

The wall had been blown up with a gap, but it could not pass much. There were too many people, and even if they ran out, they would not necessarily be able to escape the footsteps of giants.

Those who have no hope of escape, like Zheng Yuanyao and others, have finally given up, and the last words are useless. Anyway, nobody can survive. Let's wait for death to arrive together. Perhaps, sooner or later, there will be such a day.

He Zheng was also in a corner, but she didn't seem to have the courage to face death, and she was still curled up in a tent, just as she was in the hands of the pigsty head, so she didn't feel so scared.

Everyone is waiting to die, but everyone wants to die, but everyone has to die.

Zheng sighed again. He found himself sighing all the time lately, wondering if he would get old as a result? This is ridiculous, I can still think of such a question at this time!

He simply lay down and waited for his body to die, hoping the giant would crush him with one foot and lose a lot of pain, he was still afraid of pain.

At this point, he suddenly heard the beautiful and quiet girl suddenly pointing her fingers in the direction of the sunrise in the East, and he said strangely: "Look, there, it looks like someone is there. ”

There, on the slope of the isolated horizontal line of sight, a broken flag gradually rose from the other side of the slope, and moments later, a knight's fighter appeared in sight with a windswept flag.

Zheng Yao suddenly seemed to remember something. A carp stood up and looked at the girl's green fingertips. He saw the knight strangling the horse and beating a spin.

At this moment, Zheng Yan's heart is so nervous, is it reinforcement, is it reinforcement? Is it the legendary Night Cavalry or the man?

He almost screamed in his heart. It must have been, must have been!

It's not just him, everyone around him is staring closely at the knight strangled like a brazen horse, and the British spinning horse becomes centuries-long in their eyes, as if it were the next moment, it turns around.

Is it reinforcements? Please don't go! Please don't go!

Even Secretary Wang prayed in tears, as if he had caught the last straw to save his life, and the giant was just a few steps away!

The spin was so long that the people who first found it were holding their breath, only the heart vibrated with the giant's footsteps.

Turn, turn, turn. Not yet. Still spinning!

Zheng Yao's hands held tight, his nails were deeply embedded in the meat, and he felt no pain at all! Tense as a tight leash, his eyes dared not move to death to settle the knight, as if he was scared to scare it away with a little movement.

Turn, turn, turn, turn! It's turning! It's not gone, it's not gone!

Zheng Yan almost shouted nervously, and Wang Secretary beside him was even worse. His whole body was slightly trembling. Everyone knew that if he dared to come to the rescue at this moment, he must be a man of certainty. Otherwise, who would want to die?

Is there really any hope? Is there really more?

Zheng looked back, Secretary Wang, the big boss, stared closely at the knight who circled the horse, even the beautiful girl covered her mouth.

Everyone is looking forward to it! So much so that the apex was trembling.

But why doesn't it flush down?

Just raised a glimmer of hope, suddenly returned to the edge of the cliff, overwhelmingly nervous hanging in the air, praying over and over again, even begging...

It's over. It's still there. It must be just a glance. It's over.

When Zheng Yao, like everyone else, had only one thought left in his mind, suddenly, a low whimper came with a heavily murderous farewell noise ——

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"...

The first was low, the second was long, immediately followed by two rushes, and finally the tone was long, distant and depressing. It seemed that the drums from ancient times were beating the hearts, riding the long wind, and it was so turbulent!

Zheng Yao's breathing stalled, an official already holding a telescope, excitedly shouted: “It's blowing a horn, it's blowing a horn! It's not gone!”

The low-lying shooting sounds of the slaughterhouse came and swept across the already hellish slaughterhouse, forcing people to see more and more of the knight blowing the war sign over and over, countless pairs of eyes staring there.

The next moment, countless people were paralyzed to the ground, even with tears ——

On the horizon at the top of the slope, in the roaring sound of slaughter, a runaway heavy-armored cavalry emerged, and their cloak robes rolled up and down as they penetrated, pointing their flag straight at the giant!

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Well, the next chapter is the legendary orgasm.

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