Hindu Kush Mountains, Afghanistan.
Inside a steel mill invested and built by China, machine guns were firing and tanks exploded one after another.
Smoke billows!
In the midst of the smoke, there was only one figure running swiftly, the blue sniper rifle swung out in a strange arc, and the bullets harvested lives in the air.
"Damn it, why isn't he dead yet?"
"What is he insisting on?"
The mercenaries looked on in anger and horror.
The man opposite is known as the King of Hell of China. He has killed hundreds of them, so why is he still not dead?
"Over there, there's someone in the warehouse!"
Finally, someone discovered that many workers and their families were hiding in the steel plant warehouse.
That person is persisting for the sake of these workers.
Ye Tian looked back and realized that the Chinese people’s hiding place had been discovered.
He took a last look at the warehouse and a smile appeared on his dark face.
Who would have thought that the Chinese God of War was only 26 years old.
"I'm sorry, I can't take you out, but I will clear a path!"
"See you in the next life!"
Ye Tian rushed out, and the missile hidden in the dark was instantly detonated by Ye Tian.
“Boom!”
Hundreds of mercenaries turned into corpses in the sea of fire.
"Yama!"
In the warehouse, those who remained looked at the sea of fire outside and burst into tears.
20 minutes later, on an ocean-going warship, a general stared blankly at the operating room.
"Save him, save him for me!"
"He can't die!"
"Save him no matter the cost!"
"He shouldn't have died! He was so young."
The five-star general looked at the operating room in pain, and the crying behind him shook the earth.
"Uncle Yama, I won't cry anymore. Please, come back to life!"
On the warship, a six-year-old girl took out the jade pendant from her neck and placed it in the soldier's hand, intending to give it to the King of Hell.
The soldiers were already crying inconsolably, their god of war was about to fall.
…
Three days later, in the intensive care unit, various instruments were flashing lights.
"General, the patient has 37 wounds and 21 bullets..."
"It's a miracle he's still alive!"
"He has magical powers, he will definitely be able to recover!"
"His Dantian was shattered, and there's a shrapnel in his head that can't be removed."
"What?"
The generals looked on in shock. Could this be the order from the King of Hell?
"How long can I live?"
A faint voice came from the hospital bed. Who would have thought that the unconscious Ye Tian had woken up.
"One year..."
"Only one year?"
"Are they all alive?"
"Yama, everyone is alive. Everyone is alive."
“It’s worth it!”
Ye Tian closed his eyes again and fell asleep with a smile.
One month later, China Qingdao Port!
Ye Tian took off his military uniform, put on a white shirt, and waved to his brothers.
"I'm retired!"
"Yama! What are we going to do if you leave?"
China's strongest warriors, the brothers of Yama Palace, gritted their teeth and their bodies shook.
"The Ten Kings of Hell are here!"
"exist!"
Ten people came out, roaring loudly.
"Are Judge and Meng Po here?"
"exist!"
A man and a woman looked up to the sky and howled.
"Dragon Soul Warriors, here!"
"Only the dragon soul can die without regrets!"
One by one, the soldiers walked out, standing tall and proud, with murderous aura boiling in their veins.
"It's good that they are all here!"
"If you have something to do, burn some paper. If you don't have anything to do, don't bother me!"
"Let's go!"
He turned around gracefully, leaving no cloud behind.
The Chinese God of War, Yan Luo, returns to the city.
…
North, Feng County.
The minibus leaving Fengxian was driving on a bumpy road.
In June, the sky looked like it was on fire.
The already stuffy minibus was filled with the smell of cigarettes and sweat.
"This damn weather is too hot, Fourth Sister, can't you turn on the air conditioner?"
The minibus was so stuffy that it was unbearable.
The fourth sister is a ticket seller for the minibus and also the contractor of the line from Fengxian County to Fenghuang Village.
The family owned a bus and hired a driver, and only villagers from several nearby villages were allowed to get on the bus.
"Get lost! Air conditioning doesn't use a lot of fuel? Look at how much you're spending."
"You think I'm on a bus? You're so stingy that you let me turn on the air conditioner and open the windows."
"I'll raise the fare for you guys later. From now on, you'll pay by the station you get on the bus. Five yuan per station. And then I'll make you curtains."
The minibus sped away on the dilapidated road, causing people who opened the windows at the back to be covered in dust.
On the back seat, a woman frowned, stretched out her fair jade hand and gently covered her nose, shielded her eyes with the handkerchief in her hand, held her breath, and glanced to the side helplessly.
The woman had an oval face, was in her twenties, had willow-shaped eyebrows, and had unusually fair skin.
Now, her fair skin seemed to be a little sickly red. It was probably because she was not used to the weather here and had a slight allergy.
Even so, it cannot hide the fact that the woman has a beautiful figure and a charming appearance. She is definitely a beauty.
Especially the woman's eyes are like stars, so clear.
The woman was wearing a clean white shirt and blue slim-fitting jeans that highlighted her graceful figure.
Finally, the dust settled, Zhou Xiaoya put down her handkerchief, and frowned slightly.
Driving like this made Zhou Xiaoya feel a little carsick, and she slowly took out an orange from the plastic bag in her hand.
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