lerbook Chapter 373
Chapter 373
Chapter 368 The New Year is approaching, and the suffering is gone
The morning wind blew across the hills and gradually dispelled the smoke of ten miles of gunpowder.
The Alliance of God’s Domain was defeated, and the army that had once crossed the world was reduced to corpses.
Outside this battlefield where the smoke is gradually dissipating, there are scattered angels and Buddhists fleeing for their lives.
When Jinnaruo led the remaining army and fled all the way to the jungle of South Asia, discarding the golden dragon and golden sedan chair, he finally couldn’t help kneeling outside the Buddhist palace in grief. .
“The Emperor of Heaven, we are defeated.” Jinnaruosi wailed.
His crying, and the bitter wind of winter, quietly spread to the Buddhist army behind him.
The Buddhism army that once filled the mountains and plains, now only a handful of people remain.
“An army of two hundred thousand.” Jinnaruo plunged his head on the ground, ignoring the already chopped forehead, crying heartbreakingly: “There are only more than ten thousand people left!”
“God, where are you?”
“My Buddha Domain, without your support, I might collapse…”
The voice reverberated in the Nine Nether Heaven, slowly deepening into the Buddhist palace, and suddenly there was a roaring dragon rushing out from the depths. The next moment Naluo saw Di Shitian stepping on a golden dragon slowly appearing.
Jinnaruo bowed on the spot, trembling all over.
The atmosphere was a bit solemn. After a long time, Emperor Shi Tian gave a sneer, and then turned around and left: “It’s really a bunch of rubbish.”
group……
waste……
Jinnaruo trembled, and there were tears on his original firm face.
He didn’t want to lose hundreds of thousands of troops, but the Kyushu Gods and Demons participated in the war, and the battle situation was chaotic.
Now, the contempt from the emperor makes him feel unbearable physically and mentally.
As the eight heavenly dragons and vanguard generals of the Buddha’s realm, what he fears most is the distrust, alienation and contempt of the heavenly emperor.
“The Emperor of Heaven.” Jinnaruo raised his face, tears conspicuous: “It’s not that Jinnaruo doesn’t want to fight to death. It’s really powerless to fight again. There are too many strong players in the opposing camp. We lack the fighting power to suppress the audience. Failure is inevitable!”
“Six Heavenly Dragons and Eight Divisions played, and only me and Longzhong survived.”
“We really can’t fight this war anymore…”
Di Shitian still despised, his back figure was high, his breath could shake the sky, and his combat power could surpass the gods and demons, but he didn’t want to stay here.
Jinnaruo’s gaze gradually changed from eagerness and expectation to gloomy and weak.
In the end, there was only a long sigh.
Inside the Buddhism Palace, Emperor Shi Tian Gu waved unmoved, and faintly scanned the two phantoms in the corner of his eyes, and said indifferently: “This divine battle has failed.”
“Well, I know that all 30,000 angels in my God’s realm have fallen, and two of the four archangels have died. Although we have already obtained the way to the starry sky, this hatred must be reported.”
A white robe phantom said lightly.
“Recently, my sons and daughters are applying to me to fight, and Apollo is even motivating all the main gods’ desire for war, and even secretly contacting the first god king. Now that we have received the true god’s assistance, then this time the god fights me. Want to fight to the end!”
Another thunder figure said furiously.
Di Shitian nodded slightly, and the palace fell into peace again.
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The first year of the last days in December.
There are still 18 days before the traditional New Year’s Eve in Kyushu.
With the exception of the South Asian theater that has just experienced the horrific war, the civil organizations in the other major war zones of the Asian League have begun to prepare for the New Year celebrations.
At the beginning, when the New Year celebration program was sent to the Union Military Headquarters, it was rejected by all the officers in the region.
But when the officers stood on the walls of various cities and looked at the countless civilians who had suffered from apocalyptic changes and were exhausted, they all felt an inexplicable discomfort.
“Do it, hold it.”
The officers endured their uncomfortable feelings and said: “Everyone has suffered for a year and trembles on weekdays. This time it will be a good year. The hard work of us soldiers does not matter at all. It is a big deal for the soldiers during the Chinese New Year to have a snack.”
In the end, the plan for the New Year celebration passed the approval of the Alliance Military Department and was soon sent to various war zones and cities.
This Spring Festival, regardless of nationality and race, is just a long-cherished wish.
Starting in the early years, the Spring Festival in Kyushu swept the world. Now when the New Year celebrations and notices are issued, people living in the region under the rule of the Asian Alliance feel unbelievable.
Can this kind of apocalypse still hold the Spring Festival?
Everyone is spreading word of mouth, and everyone is skeptical.
But when groups of soldiers began to command people to hang red lanterns in the streets and alleys, the people hiding in the dimly-lit rooms showed longing expressions.
Especially, when the results of the war in the South Asian theater spread all over the northern part of Jiang Nan overnight.
People listened to the news that the gods and demons of Kyushu, who had been aloft in the past, had charged together with the soldiers.
Listening to that piece of land, the Alliance used countless blood as swords and shields to repel hundreds of thousands of invading gods and demons.
Listen to the news that mankind has won a major war for the first time in the last days.
People in various war zones are boiling.
They no longer fear the darkness, they start to walk out of the room, they start to embrace the sky on a sunny day.
“There are still eighteen days before New Year’s Eve!”
On the streets and alleys, members from civil organizations shouted excitedly. He didn’t wear much, only an old but very clean red cotton-padded jacket.
His heart is warm like spring, so that the eyes he looks at anyone are soft and pure.
Everyone is a person who comes with all hardship.
“Our Asian Alliance has already promulgated many projects on the New Year celebration.” He held the leaflet tightly and excitedly, surrounded by hundreds of civilians.
“The first item is that from the 30th to the 8th day of the new year, lucky bags were distributed to all the people for nine consecutive days. There are good things in the lucky bags. What is pure water for rice? There may be canned lamb and fried steamed buns in it. , Full sugar ** flowers…”
For a while, everyone was overjoyed.
Such as series of scenes, countless.
The Asian League really wants to help its people have a warm Chinese New Year and relieve the pressure of the tremendous changes that have occurred over the past year.
This year, mountains and rivers fell, and countless humans were turned into dead bones.
Many people’s relatives, friends, brothers and sisters, and parents’ beloved are no longer there.
At this time, a warm Spring Festival is very important.
…
“Lu Shen, the New Year celebration and the plan have been issued according to your wishes. Regarding the implementation of the details, you can rest assured, you don’t have to worry about such trivial matters.”
On the first front of the South Asian Theater, Lu Yu had just finished talking with Yang Jian, and a South Asian guard ran by his side and reported to him the work he had just completed.
Lu Yu nodded lightly and smiled: “Thank you.”
Next to him, Yang Jian leaned on the Roaring Sky Dog, looking up at the starry sky, and suddenly exclaimed: “Chinese New Year, it’s been a long time since I saw a Chinese New Year in the world.”
Lu Yu turned his head and smiled lightly: “Whether it is a god or a human being, they have been tired for a long time. It is good to have a festival for them to vent their pressure.”