Chapter 740: Love for the Republic of China: They Are Old Enemies! (41)

At this time, she had already eliminated most of the fifty or so armor-piercing ones, and the few remaining ones were probably not completely eroded by the poison, and many of their movements were slightly slow.

Luo Qingchen half-squinted his eyes and murmured: "It seems that this thing has not been fully studied yet."

But at this moment, Zuo Muran was already striding towards their direction.

Every step he took was a heavy blow to Luo Qingchen's heart.

She never thought that one day she and him would face each other on the battlefield, and standing behind her was his most trusted soldier.

Each of Marshal Zuo's eleven formations is a brave man.

No matter what the situation, never back down.

"I don't believe that Marshal Zuo will change!" One of the formation soldiers stood up and said: "He was forced to take opium and has never been addicted. He has a willpower that ordinary people don't have. He is my hero."

When the sound fell, he put down the gun. He climbed over the sand dune and walked up to Zuo Muran.

As he walked, he shouted: "No. 0001 Wang Liang, the 11th Army has one heart!"

Luo Qingchen gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with mist.

Such a scene could actually move someone like her. Just a few words can fill people's blood with the strength of a fighting nation.

But, the next second——

"Bang -" Zuo Muran raised his gun and hit Wang Liang's thigh without hesitation.

Wang Liang fell to the ground instantly, gritting his teeth and crawling while continuing: "No. 0001...Wang Liang, the 11th Army has one heart!"

"Bang -" There was another gunshot, this time hitting him on the back.

Luo Qingchen frowned, looked at Zuo Muran in the scope and said: "Don't shoot-"

"Don't listen to her, keep killing!" Jin Wendan's voice sounded behind him, like a terrible spell, swallowing him up every moment.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Zuo Muran kept repeating these three words, his eyes unfocused, as if he could pull the trigger without hesitation as long as anyone came close to him!

"Wang Liang, no - I don't believe it!" Another person behind Luo Qingchen continued to stand up, shouting loudly as he rushed forward: "No. 0005 Zhang Jinjin, the 11th Army has one heart! No. 0005 Zhang Jinjin, the 11th Army has one heart..."

He almost took the trouble to say it over and over again until Zuo Mu Ran's gun hit his knee!

The scenes that followed were the first time in Luo Qingchen's life, or even in so many planes, that she was so excited.

The heart was beating like it was bursting.

Every soldier in Zuo Muran's 11th Formation Army put down their guns and rushed towards him desperately.

"No. 0004 Wu Bai, the 11th Army has one heart!"

"No. 0011 Little Eleven, Army 11 has one heart!"

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Even if their bodies were shot through by bullets, they did not believe that their young commander would become an enemy.

This is an era, this is their belief.

In their eyes, Marshal Zuo was the leader of the 11th Formation Army. Without him, there would be no them.

When all the organized armies fell, when Luo Qingchen finished dealing with all the armor-breaking armies.

Loess flew by, and the young man in front of the sand pile had no expression on his face, and his eyes were filled with bloody killing.

Luo Qingchen took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

"Qingchen, don't—" Zuo Qiyu's shout came faintly from above the city gate.

But she seemed to have lost her hearing, and there was only the young boy she used to be in her eyes.