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- Chapter 320: Substitution
??The streamlined fighter plane painted in iron gray, with its roaring engine roaring, traveled back and forth through the thick radiating clouds, making highly skilled tumbling movements. Every ten minutes or so, a fighter plane always breaks away from the formation, dives down from high altitude, and fires missiles at targets on the ground that are locked by electronic devices. Just as a dazzling red fire exploded in the layers of buildings, bursts of thunderous muffled sounds also erupted from behind the skeleton armored troops approaching the city from the east.
Explosion, rolling through the air like rolling thunder, locking the core of the target point, exploding into a cloud of red and black smoke and flames. The house collapsed in an instant, overturned as if its supporting pillars were suddenly knocked out, and fell apart into countless disconnected fragments. Immediately, it was blown into countless roaring masonry and gravel.
Aphra seemed not to want to destroy the city. The skeleton troops did not launch the full-range artillery coverage that was common in old-era wars. They only used high-altitude sights and electronic searches to find all the defense settings hidden in the city and surrounding areas. Use accurate, brutal artillery fire to completely destroy it.
Ying Jia leaned against a half-collapsed wall, with her head raised, her high and bulging chest rising and falling violently with great force. Dense rubble and rubble were scattered around, mixed with clearly visible human severed limbs and various weapon parts. The air was filled with suffocatingly dense dust, and the smoke mixed with it made the vision dim, and there was no comfortable sense of smoothness and pleasure at all. The death-like ashes, the stuffy feeling that pressed against the chest and made it almost impossible to breathe, and the burning and blazing heat that filled the air and hit the face, all seemed to indicate that this was not a world where humans should exist.
My mouth was very dry, and my throat was so hot that it felt like it was burning and stinging. Sticking out his tongue feebly and licking the cracked and painful spring, Ying Jia felt that her mind went blank, her body went limp, she slowly slid along the wall, and collapsed on the ground.
The city lord's official residence has been bombed into rubble, and a small team of five people who were ordered to protect him were all killed.
The scattered and aimless eyes gradually converged, through the thick gray smoke that was as dark as hell, and focused on a hand lying at his feet.
It is large, with rough skin, the creases in the middle of the finger bends are deeply indented, and the surface is covered with black fire particles and dust. Going up the wrist, on the back of the arm blocked by broken bricks, you can faintly see half a ferocious and sharp green-gray dragon claw tattoo.
There is only one hand and no body.
Although her mind was filled with confusion, Ying Jia's thinking space still retained the remaining images from a few minutes ago.
It was a tall, middle-aged city guard with thick black beards on both sides of his cheeks. Together with four other soldiers, they were preparing to leave the mansion with themselves. When his eardrums were stung by the screams that cut through the air, and he could tell that they were several rapidly approaching artillery shells, his capillaries were like those of the old days. Among the debris of bricks and tiles nearby, there were soft and bloody corpses scattered around. They should belong to the middle-aged city guard, or to a member of the five-man squad whose name he did not know. The fierce artillery fire destroyed all the foundations of survival and relevant information they left behind in the world. Even in Ying Jia's mind, only a vague male face that was gradually fading and unable to remember his true face, which was rough, strange, and full of power, remained.
Without tears, Ying Jia couldn't even feel the urge to cry.
He absorbed life-sustaining oxygen from the rising smoke, tightened his sore and painful waist, stretched out his slender white hands, which were also covered with black and gray dirt, and grabbed them from between the wall and the falling rocks. An AK assault rifle that originally belonged to the city guard, he pulled the barrel hard, quickly inspected this metal instrument that could release death and anger, bent his knees, trembling, and slowly stood up from the ruins.
Ying Jia has always felt very happy.
She knew that hunger and thirst existed in the world, but she had never tried to come into contact with them.
She understands that the wilderness is filled with scorching heat in summer and severe cold in winter, but she has always stayed in the city lord's official residence, which is warm in winter and cool in summer.
She has heard and witnessed people being killed by rioters during mass riots, and corpses hanging high on top of wooden poles swaying in the wind after being convicted, but she has never seen death so close at hand like now.
At this moment, she was finally able to understand the memories that were instilled deep in her brain.
Human history is not just about civilization and peace. It also includes bloody and brutal killings and life-and-death fights. The sweet whispers and the hoarse roars harmonize with each other. Behind the vibrant green and bright flowers of nature, there will always be nothing but deep burial in the soil, forgotten, or the radiant gloom that may arise at any time.
The assault rifle is heavy, but Ying Jia holds it tightly.
Expensive stockings were cut offThere are cracks in the strips, revealing a smooth skin that is slightly different in appearance from nylon material. The buttons on the collar of the white shirt have long since fallen apart, and between the "Y"-shaped seams, the breasts, which are held up by the breastplate, bulge out. She didn't want to hide it at all, and she had no need to be ashamed. Faced with the possibility of death falling from above at any time, human beings have long given up on their most basic biological instincts. To die well-dressed, to live in a disheveled or even naked state, the latter is obviously more important.
She just wants to kill people now, wants to pull the trigger, and sees the terrifying scene of bullets whizzing into the opponent's body and blood splattering. He was not deliberately avenging anyone, nor was he committing wanton killings, but he just wanted to use the most ferocious and ferocious way to release the fury deep inside his heart.
She is very beautiful, an out-and-out beauty. She is so delicate and delicate that you can't help but want to hold her in your arms and care for her. However, no one can deny the fact that she is human.
Being a human being, he can laugh, cry, and have all kinds of emotions.
He raised the muzzle of the gun, took a deep breath, bent down, and under the cover of smoke and dust, slowly moved toward the east of the city where the gunfire was the loudest
The thick, leaden sky was mixed with the smoke of gunpowder scattered on the ground, swallowing up every ray of light that could penetrate it.
The citizens have basically been evacuated. Buildings of different heights stand in the smoke and darkness. It is difficult to see the fine lines separating the actual and the background. Only the lines are twisted and swayed under the rising heat, making it difficult to distinguish. shadow.
The sun cannot be seen, and the direction cannot be distinguished in the haze. Ying Jia could only rely on the memory in his brain, groping along the broken streets that were covered with collapsed rubble and bombed beyond recognition, and approached the battle area in the east direction.
Explosions and gunshots of varying intensity continued to be heard in the air, mixed with brief and shrill screams and wails.
As he slowly approached the intersection, a ray of alarm suddenly flashed through Ying Jia's heart. Instinctively, she lowered her body suddenly and hid behind a huge stone pillar across the street. She raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the dark end shrouded in layers of smoke.
In the dark mist, a thin figure stood quietly. The thick smoke completely obscured everything, and the face and cheeks could not be seen clearly. Only the blurred edges of the figure were slowly swaying with the flowing fog.
Ying Jia jammed the assault rifle into the groove on the surface of the stone pillar, pursed his lips, blinked his long black eyelashes quickly, held the gun butt tightly, and slowly brought the approaching black shadow in the distance into the center of the scope hole. .
"You shouldn't be here, it's very dangerous there, they're not the place you should be Go back, go north with those people, let's go——"
The voice was hoarse and dry, like a dying man who had been short of 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 were fixed on the black figure approaching from the depths of the smoke, but the flat-end muzzle of the gun drooped slightly, and the finger that tightened the trigger was slightly loose.
She remembered this voice——Love and hate are the two most basic emotions that always exist deep in the human brain. The associated faces, tones, and ways of speaking are like imprints deeply embedded in the core of the mind, which are impossible to erase.
“This has nothing to do with you————”
Ying Jia wanted to scold, scold, and roar like an angry lioness. finally. . . . . . But he could only barely open his mouth and utter a few bland syllables.
" Go back It's still not too late."
The distance shortened, and the black shadow coming out of the depths of the fog became clearer and clearer. Gradually, Wilshere's pale and skinny face was revealed, as if there was no fleshy part filling it, like a skinny skull-like face.
Ying Jia’s eyebrows were knitted together, and there was a hint of confusion in her eyes filled with angry flames.
She doesn’t like this ghost-like man at all.
The so-called "love" that lingers around her like a ghost, always hiding in the dark and peeking, makes her feel as if there is an invisible poisonous snake wrapped around her neck. I can't breathe, I might suffocate at any time, I'm scared and cold.
Ying Jia could feel the strong love released from this man——Wilshere did not lie, he indeed loved her deeply. Just like a common plot in old-time novels, a man who falls in love with a woman is willing to do anything for her. The final outcome can only be that after the misunderstandings are explained and clarified time and time again, the heroine suddenly realizes, feels regretful, with tears of happiness and a heart full of guilt, blushing, shy and boundless, plunges into the broad and thick chest of the other party, Love embraces each other, forgets love and loves each other.
That’s just a story after all.
There may be similar images in reality.Originally, but Ying Jia knew very well——this kind of thing would never happen to him. Nothing Wilshere did moved her at all. On the contrary, she instinctively felt disgusted and afraid of this man.
"Step aside——"
After a moment of silence, Ying Jia spat out two harsh and cold words from her mouth.
Wilshere strode forward, his eyes eagerly meeting Ying Jia’s beautiful black eyes. That piece of deep, transparent, pure but invisible crystal is erupting with flames, and is as unbearably cold as thousand-year-old ice.
"Give me the gun. It's dangerous out there."
With that said, Wilshere parted his legs, stretched his body as much as possible, and stood firmly in front of Ying Jia. Bone-dry hands stretched out from the left and right sides and grabbed the front end of the assault rifle pointed at him.
“Release your paw————”
The pupils in Ying Jia's eyes suddenly shrank, and her seemingly weak arms suddenly burst out with extremely strong power. She arrogantly crossed the rifle, stepped back half a step, and tightened the gun body and flicked it back and forth in the air as if to get rid of some kind of dirt stuck to the surface of the gun body.
She was very angry at Wilshere's actions, and was also surprised that the other person dared to make such an overly intimate move that dared to approach her suddenly.
If it were in the past, Ying Jia would have pulled the trigger and blew his head off without hesitation - apart from Lin Xiang, no one had ever been so bold and wild in front of him.
But she still didn’t shoot.
For this man. . . . . . My attitude has softened, and it is no longer as firm and cold as it was at the beginning. It was really a strange change, and Ying Jia himself didn't understand why. She could only hold the gun subconsciously, but had no urge to shoot the bullet.
But no matter what the real cause of this strange psychology is, one thing is for sure - I don't love him.
Suddenly, a strong sense of danger passed through Ying Jia's heart. At the same time, there was a rapid and harsh sonic boom in the air. Without having time to think about it, she subconsciously wanted to jump sideways over the stone pillars lying on the ground. His legs were about to exert force, but he saw the expression of Wilshere standing on the ground change suddenly. He suddenly lowered his body and pounced forward, holding his waist tightly with both hands, like a wounded beast, with an irresistible force. The huge force leaped and rushed, firmly pressing the frightened and furious Ying Jia under him, struggling and twisting feebly.
“Boom————”
The earth-shattering explosion completely shattered any unnecessary sound other than the violent roar. Large pieces of gravel and soil were scattered from the ground. Under the ravages of the powerful artillery shells, the houses on the side of the street shook and slowly tilted. They collapsed with a heart-wrenching cracking sound, raising a burst of darkness that blocked the light. Dust mist.
The rocks fell from the sky in dense masses like raindrops.
Pushing away Wilshere who fell on top of him, Ying Jia rolled over and stood up from the ground half-kneeling. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the man who had just had close contact with him. The muscles on his beautiful face trembled uncontrollably, and he gritted his teeth.
A piece of polygonal concrete fragments pressed tightly against Wilshire's left thigh. The huge weight tore the flesh, and white bone residue scattered into powder could even be seen at the bottom of the contact surface. The severe pain made his face pale, but his thin lips curved upward, revealing an extremely strange smile that was filled with satisfaction and relief.
"I'm rightover thereit's very dangerous. Going north, it's still not too late"
There was no emotional change on Ying Jia's face. It's very plain, but also has an indifference that can repel people from thousands of miles away. There is no anger at all, but there is a very strange, slight, but actual feeling of emotion and guilt.
"You don't have to do that, really."
She tried her best to soften her cold tone: "I don't love you, and I never will."
Wilshere put his hands on the ground, pushed his body forward, and smiled miserably: "Why? Is it just because of him?"
Ying Jia lowered his head in silence and did not answer.
"I can die for you and block the oncoming bullets for you————"
Swallowing the blood foam that overflowed from his mouth, the smile on Wilshere's face looked a little sarcastic. He said vaguely: "I am already doing this, and I can prove that I am not lying at any time And where is he? When youyou need him mostwhere is he?"
"He has more important things to deal with, and"
“There is nothing more important in this world than you————”
Wilshere raised his head in excitement, fingers deepDigging into the soil, the high-pitched roar almost pierced Ying Jia's eardrums: "He should be by your side, instead of letting you stay alone in a place like this to face death Leave him!" Give up on him! Let him get away as far as you can————I am the one who loves you the most, you————”
Ying Jia suddenly turned her head and stared at this face so close at hand, full of excitement, anger, and expectation with her cold eyes. He turned the gun around, pointed the muzzle at Wilshere's eyebrows, and shouted coldly: "You are not allowed to insult my man————"
"I can die for you. Can he?"
Wilshere stretched his neck, raised his bloody face, and roared like Jeter had been overdosed.
"Whether you die or not, that's your freedom. I never asked you to do this————"
Ying Jia bent down, came closer, and said clearly and coldly: "Even if I am broken into pieces, I will not love you."
A trace of panic flashed across Wilshere's eyes, which then turned into despair and helplessness. . . . . . For a moment, his chest trembled, and with the last trivial expectation deep in his heart, he begged incoherently and painfully: "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 her arms and shoulders, glanced at Wilshere lying on the ground, and walked directly past him without saying a word.
If this conversation continues, there will never be any results.
"Don't go to the east, please, it's very dangerous there, you will die——"
Wilshere used his last strength and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ying Jia, who had walked more than ten meters away, stopped and looked at him slowly with a complicated and cold expression. He reached out and took off the necklace hanging from his neck, unscrewed the exquisite cork on the pendant, brought the bright red liquid stored in it to the side of the spring, shook his head and smiled.
"You are wrong. I will not die. Love does not need some earth-shattering act as proof. It is a spiritual collision that has nothing to do with material things. Maybe you will never understand this." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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