At a critical moment.
The person who dared to step forward was Zhang Yuanlei, Luo Yuantai's subordinate, in a moment of grief and indignation.
Zhang Yuanlei secretly summoned Zhao Yunlong, the captain of the Flying Tigers and his sworn brother.
"Brother Yunlong, the rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen."
"Give me a Divine Eagle fighter jet, I want to rush to the front lines!"
"No ammunition? No problem. I'll risk my life to take a few of them down with me."
Zhang Yuanlei clenched his fists tightly, his tiger-like eyes burning with raging fury, having long since disregarded his own life and death.
Zhao Yunlong punched him in the chest and laughed loudly.
“Brother Yuan Lei, when we became sworn brothers, we swore an oath before Lord Guan that we would not ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but only to die on the same day.”
“I’m ready. Even if you don’t come looking for me, I’m going to lead my brothers to the border and fuck those Americans and Japanese devils.”
Then, he suddenly turned around, faced his many subordinates, and spoke loudly and passionately.
"Brothers, with the nation in peril, how can we stand idly by?"
“If the enemy were to breach the border defenses, countless people of the Great Xia would suffer immensely.”
"But that old dog Yan Song won't allocate ammunition to us. Tell me, what should we do?!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Nearly a hundred members of the Flying Tigers and Divine Eagles waved their arms and shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
Everyone was ready to die generously.
A common man's anger can lead to bloodshed within five steps.
To die for one's country is no big deal!
On that day, more than 100 Flying Tiger Divine Eagle fighter jets, without any ammunition, resolutely flew to the northwestern border of Great Xia.
During this time, the relevant person in charge and several of the old Grand Tutor's lackeys tried to stop him, but were killed on the spot by Zhang Yuanlei!
At the same time.
Hundreds of warrior patrol fleets, which were patrolling the waters of the Great Xia Dynasty, headed valiantly towards the northwestern border.
But they hadn't gone far when they were stopped by men sent by Yan Song.
"Halt! The Grand Tutor has decreed that no one may travel to the northwestern border waters without his written order; otherwise, they will be beheaded for treason..."
puff!
A human head flew up, leaving a trail of blood as it fell into the sea.
Yan Song's henchman was killed on the spot.
"I'll kill you first and then we'll talk."
The one who made the move was a tall, burly, and rugged middle-aged man.
He swung his large axe and chopped off the head of Yan Song's lackey.
He was clad in jet-black armor, his skin was dark and rough, and he stared with a pair of large, copper-bell-shaped eyes. He held two giant axes, the sharp blades stained red with blood.
His face was covered with a thick beard, and his large, round eyes shot out two cold beams of light, making him awe-inspiring.
Above his head, a terrifying tornado was suspended.
This person is none other than Li Tiankui, the Storm God of War, one of the four great war gods of the Great Xia Dynasty!
The four great war gods of the Great Xia Dynasty are Hua Wuque, the Dragon Soul War God, and Ye Feng's seventh master.
Sima Qingcang, the God of War, willingly recognized the old eunuch Wei Jinzhong as his godfather, only to be killed by Ye Feng.
Lin Baojian, the Mad Sword God of War, also died at the hands of Ye Feng because he wanted to avenge his younger brother Lin Chuixiao.
"Damn it, that bastard Yan Song, I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs sooner or later."
"Pass on my order: speed up the journey and reach the northwestern border waters as soon as possible so I can kill them to my heart's content."
"Ugh, I'm so angry!"
Li Tiankui let out a strange cry; he was short-tempered, and his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes seemed to spew fire.
He held his two giant axes high, wishing he could sprout wings and fly to the northwest border to fight the Americans to the death.
At this time.
Northwest border battlefield.
Horton's armor gleamed coldly. He was tall and imposing, with a wolf-like ferocity in his eyes. His ear, which had been knocked off, had now grown back on its own.
After all, he possessed profound cultivation and had an extremely powerful ability to regenerate limbs.
He has never lost on the battlefield.
He's always been the one to dominate his opponents; he's never suffered a loss like this before.
At that moment, he ordered the second wave of the attack to begin.
Before that, send out bombers and bomb the city to pieces.
The enemy forces of thirty countries, led by the United States, numbered more than three hundred bombers.
They circled over the border city in turn, dropping bombs one after another, and terrifying explosions rang out continuously.
The city was riddled with holes, devastated, and littered with corpses.
This bombing squadron was named Lightning, and its captain was American one-star captain Leonardo.
He had also participated in the last battle when the United States and twelve other countries bombed the southern waters of the Great Xia, and he was lucky enough to escape with his life.
Upon learning of Ye Feng's death, he swaggered off to Da Xia to show off his power.
The bomber piloted by Leonardo would drop bombs from time to time, blowing up houses, sending flames soaring into the sky, and limbs flying everywhere.
At times, it would swoop down at low altitude and unleash a fierce barrage of anti-aircraft machine gun fire, as if spewing out two fiery dragons.
These munitions contain obsidian and other dark matter, which can easily break through a martial artist's defenses and have a deadly effect.
Even martial arts masters can be easily killed.
Even a martial arts master like King Wu wouldn't dare to withstand such fierce firepower with his bare body.
Ordinary people, needless to say, could have their bodies instantly reduced to a bloody mist.
"Haha, a bunch of lowly people from Great Xia, go see God."
"Oh, even God probably doesn't want to take you in, so you'll only be able to go to hell."
Leonardo piloted the bomber, letting out a bloodthirsty and maniacal laugh in mid-air.
At that moment, the cheerful voice of Vice Captain Musaide came through the earpiece.
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