My Heroic Life

So far, all the main battle regiments of the European Union have been assembled here, and the "Decisive Battle Declaration" is not false. This is really a battle of exhausting national strength.

Bell, who has become the squadron leader, is inspecting the next group of recruits who have just been transferred. After Rogers died, Bell became the only survivor of the entire squadron. However, even if there is only one person left, their unit designation has not been cancelled. He was reborn because of his survival.

All the troops that performed the mission behind the palace that night, as long as there are survivors, will not be cancelled, and they will also receive the honorary title of the hero force. This is a comforting order issued by Roland, and it has happened every time in the past. There is a special order after the battle with heavy casualties. Although this order has no material reward, Bell is very grateful.

Because it is related to the honor of soldiers.

Even the strongest veterans, when they were alone after the disaster, they couldn’t help but miss their old friends who died in battle. Their hearts were gloomy, but under this order, they had no such free time, because they got a new one. Identity, the only one or only a few people left at the time of the transition from new to old.

This is the case with Bell, the survivor of the hero squadron. The glorious sacrifices of past comrades have now become a history of honor. Compared with the pain, it is more important to pass on the spirit of this hero. He still remembers his teammates and The monsters fought each other and died together, still remembering Rogers's hopeful smile when he died.

That night, countless ordinary lives exploded with unprecedented brilliance. The spirit of sacrifice and the will to inherit makes Bell tears in his eyes every time he recalls. He is the only witness of these heroes. He feels that he has the responsibility to be familiar with it. Let the new entrants understand the meaning of this number, understand what the people who used to be here are, and what they have done.

This is his responsibility and obligation.

He looked at a soldier who was nervous but pretended to be calm and smiled. He suddenly remembered himself a few months ago. These soldiers were still very immature, but it didn’t matter. Just like Rogers did to him, he also had to take care of him. Teach these people that you must not shame this army.

"Okay, now work in groups of two, fast!"

The order came from the terminal, and Bell gave the order loudly. The soldiers immediately began to group and transport the magic metal barrels from the rear to an ordinary factory building. The factory was an array of huge mechanical equipment in operation.

There are three steps and one post near the factory, and five steps and one guard. Even the company that transports metal barrels must be a company of heroes. This shows the importance of this facility to the entire war. Bell knows that such a factory has ten more in the entire area. Many, and as the squadron leader, he is the only person in the team who knows the function of this facility.

This is actually a magic workshop, just a magic workshop with only one product. Bell transports raw materials, and the finished products are continuously manufactured. At this time, under the auspices of the magician, they are injected into the ground using ritual costumes.

Of course, this ground is not the land under your feet. If you just pour water into the ground, a construction vehicle can be more efficient than a magician. The magicians’ underground refers to the veins of the ground. This facility is designed to keep building the workshop. The product was created by injecting the ground veins. As for the reason, Bell looked at the monster standing on the ground in the distance and smiled fiercely.

Yes, it is the poison, which poisons the entire demon realm through the veins, and then transmits it to the monster from the roots that absorb the magic power in the magic realm.

For people who don’t know the common sense of magic, this is a very simple plan, but anyone who knows a little bit about geography will know how absurd this is, and it’s almost impossible to achieve.

The reason is simple, the magic in the earth veins is flowing.

The earth veins are like a long river hidden in the stratum and invisible to the naked eye. Among them is the flowing magic power that cannot be counted, and no matter what kind of magic toxin, it will inevitably be diluted after entering it and then become useless. .

This is like a person poisoning the water on the Rhine River, hoping to poison a fisherman's family downstairs. It is impossible to achieve it. No matter how expensive it is, no matter how effective the poison is, it will be diluted and washed away by the current.

But when this person is changed to a country?

Now, this poisoned person is the European Union, the ground vein is the Rhine, and the downstream person is the world tree Yuktra Hill, and this poison is the hundreds of tons of phytotoxins jointly manufactured throughout Europe.

If a little bit of toxin is diluted and washed away by water, what about the continuous toxin that permeates the entire river?

Although Roland has descended into this world, he still believes in science. He believes that justice is justice after the mystery is eliminated, and for poison, the dose is the truth.

As long as you drink too much, nothing can't be solved. If you have, you just don't drink enough.

This project, named "Liquor Table", is very costly. The European Union and the latest phytotoxins are expensive to build, and only large European dog owners with strong economic and national power can afford it. This project idea Concise, with almost no modification. Among the many preparatory plans, there are countless plans that are hundreds of times better than it, but in the end, whether it is Roland, the staff or the think tank, they all decided to implement the "Liquor Table" plan.

Because it is a shame.

The wisdom of hundreds of thousands of times seems to be very clever, but in fact, the more complicated the plan, the more flaws. In many links, if there is a mistake, it will be lost. This is a conspiracy. Once revealed, it is a trifling matter. It can be broken.

But Yangmou was not the case, upright and bright, flying dragon riding his face, but irresistible.

To some extent, the Demon Realm is the gathering place of the magic power of the Earth Vein, and the World Tree Uktra Hill absorbs the magic power of the Demon Realm to survive. This is an unchangeable fact. Roland specifically consulted Morgan on the matter of the Earth Vein. After investigating, the most powerful son of the earth veins told Roland categorically that even if Walklord had the ability to penetrate the earth, he would not be able to remove the toxins mixed in the magic of the earth veins.

After hearing the news, Roland understood that things were simple. As long as the dose was enough, Uktrashir, the world tree, must weaken during the time when the toxin was mixed in the demon realm, and this time he was using the power of civilization Give this bloody monster a shot that must be hit.

State-to-state war is, to some extent, a collision of productive forces.

Plant toxins are expensive to build, but in the face of a fully functioning state apparatus and in front of the entire civilization, this is not an obstacle at all.

Rome, Britain, Egypt, Babylon, China and many other countries have provided assistance. Every day there are hundreds of transport planes flying back and forth on the military airport of the Tribunal. With sufficient raw material supplies, the next thing to look at is Europe. Combine strong production capacity.

With the whole country united, all material production companies, personal laboratories, and magic workshops have been requisitioned. The result is the current situation. The vehicles for transporting toxin materials are growing up, and the fully automated production lines in the hurriedly established camps are even transported. Without so many supplies, the apostles can only assume part of their responsibilities.

This barrel of toxin raw material contains the painstaking efforts of countless people in the rear. It is the majority of the country’s struggles of ordinary people who are incapable of fighting. They use grief and anger to create fangs, and pin the hope of revenge to the soldiers on the front. They.

The work of injecting toxins into the ground veins will continue until late at night. According to the simulation calculation, the magic power of the poison contained in the ground veins will flow into the entire demon realm from dawn to dusk tomorrow, and when the huge monster falls into weakness, it is When the horn of counterattack sounded.

This is the counterattack of this country, and it is the revenge of Bell and others.

As time passed by, more and more plant toxins were injected into the veins, and on the other side, under the cold moonlight.Roland was sitting alone on a rock.

It is located on the east side of the human army, and nearby is the dense forest far away from the camp. The young man breathes the cold air in the forest at night and feels the breath behind him gradually approaching from a distance.

Finally, the distance reached the level where footsteps were clearly audible, and after a rustle of leaves shaking, the familiar female voice came from behind.

"Lan, why are you here?"

Joan, who had just completed the task, was a little surprised. She stepped forward and looked at the young man who turned her head and asked:

"You, aren't you here to pick me up?"

"Well, that's it."

"Really?"

Under Joan's suspicious gaze, the young man stood up, standing on the stone with his back to the moonlight, his whole body was stained with a layer of silver outline, looking holy and mysterious.

"Actually, I came here to ask you something."

"one thing?"

"Well, that's..." Roland paused for a moment, and asked sadly, "Are you willing to die with me? Jeanne."

Chapter 195 The Burning Beacon Smoke

In the weird roar of the monster giant tree and the active preparations of human beings, this day finally came, the last day of the end of the year.

Andersen sat in a wheelchair and watched the night gradually fade. The sun on the horizon hadn't fully risen yet. According to the plan, the army would be dispatched from various places in about an hour. At this time, it was probably the land in the night. The last calm was over.

He lowered his head and looked at his legs. On the night nearly a week ago, he was hit by a falling vehicle in a coma, and his legs were comminuted fractures. If it weren't for his usual boring gourd-like apostle driver, he would take his life. Drag out the vehicle, even the heroic spirit will be burned to ashes in the fire.

Andersen, who was lucky enough to escape, was very quiet recently, and he even had a lot less time for his poisonous tongue. He often looked out the window and kept silent, as if he was silent for someone.

But today, he doesn't want to be silent anymore. The self-loathing uncle is staring at the world tree Yuktra Hill that makes people feel uncomfortable under the night, and smiles rare.

It was nasty, a smile full of vengeance.

"Whatever your body is, it's good."

"The things in the story should stay in the story. The moment you walk out of the book, it's already a mess."

Andersen turned his wheelchair toward the assembly point. His injuries on his legs had not recovered yet, but he still had to participate in the war. This was not Roland's rigid request and order, but his own choice.

Because he knows what his value is in this life-and-death melee, what he wants to see is not his fear of shrinking from the life he sacrificed to save him, a man who is almost incompetent. They recognize his value and are willing to exchange his life for life. Fate, what can Andersen complain about?