Zhou Qing looked at the flying sword light in horror. His whole body felt like Newton who had been hit in the head by a coconut. He was instantly energized!

Zhou Qing considers himself to be a well-informed person.

The war between the Resistance Army and Sartre over the years has definitely been a narrow escape!

Zhou Qing doesn't think there is anything that would make him feel incredible.

But the light of the sword flying in front of him could be said to be beyond Zhou Qing's poor imagination.

Why?

Why can humans cut out such sword light?

Is this an ability that normal people can display?

Zhou Qing was stunned for a few seconds, and then looked behind him... behind him, a huge depression had been carved out by plows with swords, and in the depression, the silicon-based lifeforms that were pursuing him had been wiped out in ashes.

That's right...

It was really reduced to ashes!

Those silicon-based life forms that were arrogant and arrogant seemed to have completely evaporated from the world.

"You, you, you..." Zhou Qing looked at the terrifying scene behind him, and then looked at Song Ziyu, completely dumbfounded.

"What am I? Are there any flowers on my face?"

Song Ziyu casually inserted the long knife into the scabbard, and then asked in a low voice.

"who are you?"

Zhou Qing came to his senses and asked: "Are you humans or Sartres?"

Xiao Zhao answered: "We are people from the Lower City Shelter, and we are looking for the resistance organization. When we passed by, we happened to see you being chased. Mr. Song is a man who is eager for justice, so he rescued you.

"

"It turns out he's from the Lower City Shelter."

Zhou Qing let out a long breath and said, "This puts me at ease. Let me introduce myself. I am a member of the resistance army."

Hearing this, Song Ziyu asked curiously: "Brother, are you practicing track and field? You were chased for eight streets by the silicon-based beings. Why didn't you fight back?"

Zhou Qingdao: "It's embarrassing to say that I originally planned to lure these satyrs to the traps set up in advance, and then kill them all in one go.

As a result... I overestimated my ability and was almost killed by the Satyrs before I even reached the set ambush position."

Having said this, Zhou Qing looked at Song Ziyu and said, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for your help. Without your help, I'm afraid I would have died here today."

Song Ziyu nodded indifferently and said: "It's nothing, it's just a casual thing. It's not worth thanking."

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, Zhou Qing asked tentatively: "I wonder why Mr. Song came here to find our rebels?"

Xiao Ai answered: "Mr. Song is ready to join your resistance army and contribute part of his strength to the cause of human resistance."

"join us?"

Zhou Qing thought of the fierceness of Song Ziyu's knife just now, and instantly said with joy: "Is it true? Is this true?"

"It must be true."

Song Ziyu said: "Otherwise, what would I be doing running around?"

"That's really cool."

Zhou Qing said with great joy: "Our resistance army is in need of masters and talents like you! Come... I will take you to see the main force."

After saying that, Zhou Qing personally led the way.

…

With Zhou Qing, a "local native", as a guide, Song Ziyu quickly found the main force of the resistance army who was setting a trap among the ruins.

Looking at this unkempt guy, Song Ziyu could be said to be greatly disappointed.

These people are not even dressed as beggars. Damn it, why are they fighting?

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu sighed.

"Brother, didn't I ask you to seduce Sartre? Why are you back?"

A woman with a shaved head stood high in the ruins and looked at Zhou Qing, then yelled: "What are you doing? Do you know that doing this will expose us all to

In front of Sartre?"

Zhou Qing replied loudly: "Sister, Sartre has been eliminated, so you should stop working."

Hearing this, several people suddenly poked their heads out of the ruins and looked at Zhou Qing in surprise.

The woman jumped down from the ruins, her body swinging in the wind like a swing, and landed steadily in front of Zhou Qing.

"what is going on?"

The woman looked at Zhou Qing and asked.

Zhou Qing told Song Ziyu's attack from beginning to end. After hearing this, the woman looked at Song Ziyu doubtfully, obviously confused by Zhou Qing's words.

However, the woman finally reached out her hand boldly: "My name is Zhou Hong. Thank you for saving my brother."

"It's not worth mentioning."

Song Ziyu said calmly.

"Welcome to join the resistance!"

The woman said loudly.

Song Ziyu didn't pay much attention to this, but looked around: "Are you these people?"

The woman was stunned when she heard this, and then said: "We are the strongest of the nearby forces that dare to resist."

When saying this, the woman obviously still felt a little proud.

But the expression Song Ziyu looked at the woman was obviously not good.

"The scale is different from what I thought."

Song Ziyu sighed.

"Um?"

A man not far away let out a cold snort.

"what do you want to say?"

the man asked.

Song Ziyu ignored the man and instead asked Zhou Hong: "How do you usually fight against these silicon-based creatures?"

Zhou Hong thought for a while and said: "Of course the best way is to ambush."

"An ambush? How many can we deal with?"

Song Ziyu asked.

"You can deal with ten people with just a few words at once."

Just a few."

The man replied.

Song Ziyu said disdainfully: "More than a dozen? Are you playing house?"

"What you said is very arrogant."

The man was unconvinced and said: "Are you awesome?"

Song Ziyu said: "If you're not awesome, you're just so-so."

The man still wanted to speak, but Zhou Hong stopped the man, and then asked Song Ziyu personally: "You think our ambush method is not advisable, then how do you think we can better eliminate these satyrs (silicon-based life forms)?"

Song Ziyu gestured casually: "The easiest way is to find those silicon-based creatures directly and kill them!"

"you……"

The man couldn't help but looked at Zhou Qing and said, "Brother, where did you find such a thing? Is there something wrong with his brain?"

Zhou Hong also said to Song Ziyu: "Don't you know how powerful these silicon-based life forms are? You will easily die if you confront them head-on."

Song Ziyu said: "I know, but I don't have time anymore... These guys must be eliminated in the most direct way!"

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Zhou Hong looked at Song Ziyu, wanting to see what Song Ziyu had to say.

Song Ziyu glanced at the rebels, and then said: "Your weapons are too crude. You should arm yourself before doing something big."

"That sounds nice, but how can weapons be so easy to get?"

The man on the side is still talking back.

Song Ziyu said coldly: "I hate working with people like you the most. It doesn't matter if you talk too much. It's full of negative energy. It has demolished people's enthusiasm without doing anything. They are really trash."

Song Ziyu's words made the man go berserk on the spot.

"Asshole, you dare to talk to me like this? I'm going to duel with you!"

As he said that, the man looked at Song Ziyu eagerly.
Chapter completed!