Chapter 320: Replacement

The streamlined fighter jets painted with iron-gray engines roared back and forth in the thick radiant clouds, making superb rolling moves. Every ten minutes or so, a fighter jet always leaves the formation, dives down from a high altitude, and shoots missiles at the targets locked by electronic devices on the ground. Just as a ball of red and dazzling fire bursts out from the layers of buildings, thunderous sounds broke out from behind the skeleton armored troops near the city to the east.

Explosion, thunder-rolling through the air, locking the core of the target point, exploded a red and black smoke flame. The instant collapsed houses collapsed like they were suddenly dropped and supported by a dry column, spalling into countless unconnected fragments. Then, they were blown into countless howling bricks and stones.

Aphra did not seem to want to destroy the city. The Skeleton Force did not launch the full range artillery fire coverage that was common in the wars of the old era. It only used high-altitude sights and electronic search methods to find out all the defense settings hidden in the city and surrounding areas, and completely destroyed them with accurate and ruthless artillery fire.

Ying Jia leaned behind a half-collapsed wall, raised his head, and the raised chestnuts were violently undulating with a very powerful amplitude. The dense gravel waste scattered around, and there were clearly visible human broken limbs and various weapon parts. The air was filled with thick dust that was suffocating, and the smoke mixed in it made the vision dim, and there was no comfortable smoothness and pleasure at all. The dead ash, which pressed the mouth almost breathless, and the burning and heat that filled the air seemed to indicate that this was not a world that humans should exist.

The mouth was very dry, and the hot throat was tingling and rubbing with a tingling and burning pain. He stuck out his tongue weakly and cracked and painful. Ying Jia only felt his brain was blank and his body was soft. He slowly slipped along the wall and sat on the ground.

The city lord's residence has been blown into ruins, and all five teams ordered to protect themselves were killed.

The scattered and unsightly eyes gradually gathered, and through the thick gray smoke that was as dark as hell, gathered on a hand lying across his feet.

It has a large skin, rough skin, deep inward lines in the middle of the finger bend, and the surface is covered with black fire particles and dust. Going upward along the wrist, half of the hideous and sharp blue-gray dragon claw tattoo can be seen on the back of the arm blocked by broken bricks.

There is only one hand, no body.

Although there was a lot of hunluàn in his mind, Ying Jia's thinking space still retained the remaining pictures a few minutes ago.

It was a tall middle-aged city guard with thick black beard on both sides of his cheeks. Together with the other four soldiers, they were about to leave the official residence. When the eardrums were slashed with pain and the sound of the air, they could tell that it was several rapidly approaching the shells. He looked like a thin blood vessel in the old era. Among the bricks and tiles nearby, the soft and fishy red rotten should belong to the middle-aged city guard, or a member of the five-man team who did not know his name. The fierce artillery fire destroyed all the survival basis and related information they left in the world. Even in Ying Jia's mind, he only retained the gradual fading of the fuzzy male face that was gradually fading, and he could not remember clearly the original face, rough, strange, and full of power.

Without tears, Ying Jia couldn't even feel the urge to cry.

Sucking the oxygen that sustains life from the rising smoke, rou's sore and painful waist, stretched out his slender and white hands, and also covered with black and gray dirt. From the cracks between the wall and the falling rocks, he grabbed an AK assault rifle that originally belonged to the city guards, pulled the gun chamber hard, and quickly looked at the metal instrument that could release death and anger, bent his knees, trembled, and slowly stood up from the ruins.

Ying Jia has always felt very happy.

She knew that there was hunger and thirst in the world, but she had never tried to contact it.

She understood that the wilderness was filled with the scorching summer and the severe cold winter, but she had been staying in the city lord's residence where the winter was warm and the summer was cool.

She had heard and witnessed the murder of the people in the midst of a great violence, and the corpse hanging high on the top of the wooden pole after being convicted, swaying in the wind, but she had never reached the nearest death like she had now.

At this moment, she was finally able to understand the inculcated memories deep in her brain.

Human history not only has civilization and peace, but also includes bloody and cruel killings, life-and-death struggles. Sweet words and hoarse roars are united with each other. Behind nature's vitality, green and fresh green, there is always only deep buried in the soil, forgotten, and may be darkened at any time.

The assault rifle was very heavy, but Ying Jia held it very tightly.

The expensive stockings were cut and cracked, and the smooth skin with a slightly different appearance from the nylon material was scattered. The buttons on the collar of the white shirt had long been scattered, and the "y"-shaped sewing room was bulging high out of the /ru/room held up by a xiong cover. She didn't want to cover it up at all, nor did she have the need to be ashamed of others. Faced with death that could fall from the top of her head at any time, humans had long given up their most basic biological instincts. They died with strict clothes, and were even alive with red body, which was obviously the latter.

She just wants to kill someone now, and wants to pull the trigger. She saw bullets roaring into the opponent's body with blood splattering. She was not deliberately avenging anyone, nor did she have the violence of wanton murder, but just wanted to release the fury that accumulated deep in her heart in the most violent and ruthless way.

She is very beautiful, she is perfectly beautiful. She is delicate and weak, making people unable to help but want to hold her in her arms to care for her. However, no one can deny the fact that she is a human being.

If you are a person, you will laugh, cry, and have seven emotions.

He raised the gun diagonally, took a deep breath, bent down, and slowly moved towards the east of the city with the strongest gunshots under the cover of smoke and dust.

......

The thick and condensed lead sky is confused with the smoke scattered on the ground, swallowing every possible light that may penetrate into it.

Citizens have basically been evacuated, and buildings of varying heights stand in the smoke and gray. They cannot see clearly the fine edges between reality and background. There are only shadows that twist, shake, and blur and difficult to distinguish under the rising flames.

The sun was invisible and the direction could not be distinguished. Ying Jia could only rely on the memory in his brain to connect along the broken streets that were densely covered with collapsed rubble and bombed out of recognition, and approached the eastward direction to the area close to the battle.

There were constant explosions and gunfire in the air, and there were short shrill screams and sorrows.

As her steps slowly approached the intersection, a hint of alert suddenly flashed through Ying Jia's heart. She instinctively lowered her body, hidden behind a huge stone pillar that ran across the street, raised the muzzle and pointed to the dark end of Yin, which was covered by layers of smoke.

In the dark fog, a thin figure stood quietly. The strong smoke blocked everything tightly, and I couldn't see clearly the face and cheeks. Only the blurry figure was slowly shaking with the flowing fog and dust.

Ying Jia stuck the assault rifle into the groove on the surface of the stone pillar, pursed his lips, blinked his long black eyelashes quickly, clasped the stock tightly, and slowly incorporated the shadow approaching in the distance into the center of the scope hole.

"You shouldn't be here, there is also dangerous, they are not where you should be... Go back, go with those people, go north, go———"

The voice is hoarse and dry, like a dying person who has been deficient in water for a long time in the desert.

Ying Jia frowned and moved his knees to stand up from the ground. His cold and sharp eyes stared at the black shadow approaching from the depths of the smoke. The muzzle at the flat end drooped slightly, and his fingers holding the trigger were slightly loose.

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"It has nothing to do with you----"

Ying Jia wanted to scold, scold, and roar like an angry lioness. In the end... he could only barely open his mouth and emit a few dull syllables.

“……Go back…now, it’s still time.”

The distance shortened, and the black shadows that walked out from the depths of the fog became clearer and clearer. Gradually, Wilshire's pale and thin figure seemed to have no qualities filled it, and it looked like a skeleton-like face.

Ying Jia's eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and a faint mist appeared in his eyes filled with angry flames.

She didn't like this ghost-like man at all.

The so-called "love" that lingers around her like a ghost, hiding in the dark at any time, made her feel like an invisible poisonous snake is wrapped around her neck. She can't breathe, and may suffocate, fear and chill at any time.

Ying Jia could feel the strong love released from this man—Wilshire did not lie, he really loved himself deeply. Just like the common plot in the old era, a man who fell in love with a nv person is willing to do anything for the other party. The final outcome is that the protagonist of the nv suddenly realized after being clarified again and again, regretted, with tears of happiness and a heart full of guilt, blushing, shyly plunged into the other party's broad and thick embrace, hugging each other, and forgot about love.

That's just a story after all.

There may be similar versions of the image in reality, but Ying Jia is very clear that this kind of thing will never happen to her. Everything Wilhel did did did not touch her at all. On the contrary, she instinctively felt disgusted and afraid of this man.

"Get out of the way———”

After a moment of silence, Ying Jia spit out two cruel and cold words from his mouth.

Wilshire strode forward, eagerly meeting Ying Jia's beautiful black pupils. The deep, transparent, pure but invisible crystal, erupting flames, and an unbearable chill like a thousand-year-old ice.

"Give me the gun. It's dangerous there."

As he said that, Wilshire separated his two tui and tried his best to stretch his body to firmly block Ying Jia. His dry hands stretched out from the left and right sides, and grabbed the front end of the assault rifle that was pointing at him.

"Relax your paws———"

Ying Jia's pupils suddenly contracted, and her seemingly weak arms suddenly burst out with extremely strong power. She crossed the rifle brutally and took a step back and forth, as if she wanted to get rid of some kind of dirt sticking to the surface of the gun body. She swung the gun body tightly and fro in the air.

She was very angry with Wilshire's actions, and was also surprised that the other party would dare to act like this, too intimate, to suddenly approach her.

If it were the past, Ying Jia would pull the trigger and blew his head without hesitation. Except for Lin Xiang, no one has ever been so bold and wild in front of him.

But she still didn't shoot.

Regarding this man... her attitude has eased, and it is no longer as firm and cold as she was at the beginning. It is a very strange change, and Ying Jia herself doesn't understand why. She can only hold the gun subconsciously, but there is no urge to get a bullet.

But no matter what the real reason for this strange psychology is, one thing is certain - I don't love him.

Suddenly, a strong sense of danger flashed through Ying Jia's heart. At the same time, a burst of rapid and harsh sound boom came from the air. Before she could think more, she subconsciously wanted to jump sideways over the stone pillars across the ground. She was about to exert force, but she saw the face of Wilshire standing on the ground suddenly change. She suddenly lowered her body and rushed forward, hugging her waist tightly with both hands, leaping with irresistible power, pressing Ying Jia, who was extremely frightened and angry, tightly struggling under her body, struggling weakly, twisting.

"boom----"

The earth-shaking explosion completely shattered any unnecessary sounds outside the violent roar. Large pieces of gravel and mud splashed from the ground. Under the ravage of powerful shells, the houses on the side of the street swayed and slowly tilted, and collapsed with the sound of sour teeth-making breaking, raising a dark dust fog that was densely hidden from light.

The falling rocks fell from the air like raindrops.

Pushing away Wilshire who was slamming on him, Ying Jia rolled and stood up half kneeling from the ground. The muzzle was pointed at the man who had just had close contact with him. The beautiful muscles on his face trembled slightly uncontrollably and gritted his teeth.

A piece of polygonal concrete crushed Wilhel's left, and the huge weight tore the muscles apart. Even white bone slags scattered into powder could be seen at the bottom of the contact surface. The severe pain made his face pale, but his thin mouth bent upward, showing an extremely strange smile, but with satisfaction and comfort.

"I'm right... over there... it's very dangerous to walk north, and there's still time..."

There was no emotional change on Ying Jia's face. He was very plain and also had a coldness that could keep people from thousands of miles away. He could not see anger, but he had a little strange, slight, but actually had touch and guilt.

"You don't have to do this, really."

She eased her cold tone as much as possible: "I don't love you, I will never."

Wilshire supported the ground with both hands, struggled forward, and smiled miserably, "Why? Is it... because of him?"

Ying Jia lowered his head and was silent, without an answer.

"I can die for you and block the oncoming bullets for you----"

Wilshire's smile looked a little sarcastic, and he said vaguely: "I'm already doing this, and I can prove that I'm not lying at any time...and what about him? When you...you need him the most...where is he?"

“He has something more important to deal with, and…”

“There is nothing more important in this world than you———”

Wilshire raised his head with his ten fingers clenched deep into the soil, and the high-pitched roar almost pierced Ying Jia's eardrum: "He should be with you, not let you stay alone in such a place to face death... Leave him! Give him! Let him go as far as he can--I am the one who loves you the most!"

Ying Jia suddenly turned his head and stared at this face that was close to the close, full of movement and anger, expectation. He turned the gun around and pointed the gun at Wilshire's eyebrows, and shouted coldly, "You are not allowed to insult my man----"

"Can I die for you. Can he do it?"

Wilshire stretched out his neck, raised his bloody face, and roared like he had hit "Jet".

"Don't die, that's your freedom. I've never asked you to do this before----"

Ying Jia bent down, leaned closer, and said clearly and coldly: "Even if I am broken, I won't love you."

A hint of panic flashed through Wilshire's eyes, and then it evolved into despair and helplessness... For a moment, he trembled with a trembling slight expectation in his heart, and incoherently sought pain: "I love you, I can't live without you. Give me a chance, I need a chance----"

Ying Jia stood up, shook off the dust on his arms and shoulders, glanced at Wilshire lying on the ground, and stepped directly past him without saying a word.

If such a conversation continues, there will never be any results.

"Don't go east, please, it's very dangerous there, you'll die——"

Wilshire played his last strength and shouted loudly.

Ying Jia, who had walked more than ten meters away, stopped and looked at him slowly with a complex and cold expression. He reached out to take off the necklace hanging around his neck, unscrewed the bottle plug on the pendant, put the bright red liquid stored in it close to the edge of the chun, shook his head and smiled.
Chapter completed!