Three Hundred and Seventy-One, as Bright as a Star

Zong Cheng seemed to have noticed something, so he put the playing cards on someone else's body early, but after the artillery fire attacked Ren Xiaosu, the playing cards would be like a bait, leading Ren Xiaosu into the roaring and biting chaos army.

This is the era of the extraordinary, and no one knows what ability the extraordinary is facing.

Zong Cheng didn't know if there was anything wrong with the poker, he just avoided falling into the trap out of caution, to prevent any supernatural person from plotting against him in this weird era, but Ren Xiaosu really came.

Ren Xiaosu stood in the center of the battlefield, while outside were soldiers surrounding him layer upon layer. He had to come, because if he didn't come to break the formation, the artillery position would continue to bombard the bandits and refugees with mortars until there were no casualties there.

By this time, the mortars had stopped.

The energy of the nano-robots on Ren Xiaosu's body was still declining, and some nano-robots fell from him like dust because they were completely exhausted, as if these special life forms were dying out one by one.

The shadow kept fighting around Ren Xiaosu, the black knife in its hand was like a millstone.

But Ren Xiaosu just stood there quietly.

He suddenly felt that he understood Qing Zhen a little bit. The human beings on the wasteland are like ugly moths, and power and ambition are like candlelight and heat.

Human beings rush to pursue the authority above the barrier time and time again, selfish and greedy.

If I don't kill you, you will kill me, so the rules of this world should be endless.

Because there is no light at the end of the world.

...

Ren Xiaosu looked around, and saw that the standing armored figure was crumbling, turning into eternal dust.

This is a trap that has been prepared for a long time. The opponent is as cunning as a hyena, and wants to kill himself here.

But since you want me to come, then I have already come, where are you.

Ren Xiaosu roared again: "Come and kill me!"

At this moment, Zong's soldiers looked at the armored boy in the crowd, like the star in the mysterious nebula in the universe.

Hot, dazzling, lonely.

However, they also felt that this might be Ren Xiaosu's last brilliance.

Then, the dazzling star will be like the afterglow of the setting sun.

Sink into the ocean, sink into the ground.

A hail of bullets hit Ren Xiaosu and Yingying's bodies, and surrounded by many, the isolated island would be wiped out in the tsunami, and the clown would laugh happily on the waves.

The gods will perish.

But at this moment, Ren Xiaosu looked back to where he came from.

Zong's soldiers were shocked, why did he look behind him.

Someone subconsciously followed Ren Xiaosu's gaze, and a steam train that looked like a long dragon rushed out of the gray mist, smashing the formation surrounding Ren Xiaosu abruptly!

What the steam train is about to smash is the tumbling despair.

"No, he's leaving!" Someone exclaimed!

"kill him!"

"Use RPG!"

The soldiers wanted to use weapons to penetrate the steam train, but even the RPG hitting the train directly did not damage the steam train's body in the slightest.

While the steam train was running at high speed, it turned the entire camp on their backs.

No one thought that there would be such a turning point, they all thought that the armored boy who was surrounded by heavy siege was sure to die!

Ren Xiaosu said calmly: "I'm already here, why don't you come out and kill me?"

"Why don't you come out and kill me?"

"Wait, wait for me to kill you."

As he said that, the train that seemed to be in ancient times was heading towards the world, the sound of the wheels turning, and the sound of gold and iron clattering on the rails and paving the road, made people shudder.

The chimney at the front of the steam train suddenly spewed out a thick black mist, and the long whimper sounded like a war horn.

Right in the middle of this battlefield, a black iron-like steam train drove straight in, towards Ren Xiaosu who was standing quietly.

Zong's soldiers felt a strong sense of powerlessness in their hearts, as if no matter how hard you struggle, fate will come.

When the steam train passed by Ren Xiaosu, Ren Xiaosu grabbed the hand that Yang Xiaojin held out for him beside the train, and was carried by the train to the wilderness.

However, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt pain in his heart, the distance was originally hope and light.

The soldiers in the rear focused their firepower on the departing train, but thermal weapons seemed to have no effect on the steam train.

The steam train was heading north. Ren Xiaosu got into the car through the window and spat out another mouthful of blood. Immediately afterwards, the nano-robots covering his body fell off one after another.

Ren Xiaosu sat in the carriage dejectedly, leaning against the wall of the carriage and panting violently. Those vicious bullets hit the outer armor, even if there was no external injury, it would cause internal injury.

Moreover, the damage to the steam train and the damage suffered by the shadow will be directly fed back to him. It is a pain that ordinary people can hardly experience in a lifetime, as if they are in the abyss of hell.

At this moment, he even just wanted to sit still like this until the end of the world.

More than half of the nanorobots' energy was completely exhausted, and they didn't even have the strength to return to Ren Xiaosu's body.

Half of the nanorobots on Ren Xiaosu's body were completely "dead" in this battle.

Even he couldn't compete with the thermal weapon human army of the whole system. In other words, he could indeed compete, but the time was too short, and he relied on foreign objects such as nano-robots.

Now that more than half of the nanobots are lost, the outer armor can no longer cover the whole body, and it will be very dangerous if it is shot.

Wang Yuchi brought several other male students to Ren Xiaosu and held out his hand: "Use ours."

Ren Xiaosu glanced at them, shook his head and said, "You have too little."

Yan Liuyuan said firmly: "There are mine."

Ren Xiaosu calmly denied, "Keep it to save your life."

Yang Xiaojin squatted down to help him wipe his sweat and blood: "It didn't help you."

Ren Xiaosu shook his head: "How many brothers were killed or injured?"

Jin Lan said with red eyes: "More than sixty, we were going to take that female refugee away, but she committed suicide with Xu Jinyuan's gun."

Ren Xiaosu paused for half a minute, then suddenly changed the subject and said, "Whoever is familiar with the terrain here can't go to Kushui Mountain, there is a ghost among us."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, inner ghost? It turned out that it was because of the inner ghost that they exposed their whereabouts and caused them to fall into an ambush?

Jin Lan yelled at the crowd: "Who is the ghost, stand up for me!"

Ren Xiaosu said coldly: "Search, this ghost must have a communication device to contact Zong."

As a result, as soon as the words fell, a bandit suddenly panicked. He jumped out of the window, trying to escape from the steam train.

It's just that he was still in the air, and Yang Xiaojin had already pulled out a pistol and shot him in the temple.

Ren Xiaosu said coldly: "Keep searching, there may be more!"

But this time, no clues were found.

However, Ren Xiaosu still couldn't rest assured that if he didn't find the communication equipment, it didn't necessarily mean that the spies were exhausted.

Those spies seemed to have carved a crack in Ren Xiaosu's heart where it was difficult to trust others.

That was the crack left by Xu Jinyuan and the others with their lives.

Now they seemed to be safe for the time being, but Ren Xiaosu's failure to kill Zong Cheng shrouded him like a shadow.

The opponent was a vicious, cunning and cruel hyena, and this disgusting feeling filled Ren Xiaosu's chest.