Chapter 671 (1/2)

At night, Zhu Ping was called to change his guard.

These days, the morale of the three religions is not high. After all, they have been defeated all the time. In addition, the wars of the three religions in the past were all internal wars. Rarely has such a tragic situation happened.

Follow the leader to patrol the night to prevent people from mixing into the army during the day and causing riots at night.

Zhu Ping, who worked silently, remembered the camp.

Although there is no name on the camp, the scream of torture makes it easy for passers-by to understand where this is.

At this time, there are no conventions. The interstellar colonial war is extremely important. Intelligence is also very important. It is very normal to torture people into minors for information.

Zhu Ping recorded the position and continued to patrol without too much movement.

Time passed in this boring patrol. The next day and the third day, the Federation did not launch an attack, and both sides were rapidly repairing.

Zhu Ping was sent to carry materials. However, the absence of fighting did not make the soldiers in the camp feel happy or even a little agitated.

It's like waiting before execution, which is the most torturous time.

On the third night, the atmosphere in the barracks became more different. Both sides were probably ready. It was estimated that there would be another siege tomorrow, and Zhu Ping was once again on his watch.

In the Barracks at night, in addition to the sound of the cold wind, there was only the whine and cry of soldiers who had been snoring from time to time.

Only the seriously injured will be sent to the rear for treatment, while those with minor injuries can only stay in the barracks.

Cold wind accompanied by those voices, a despair mixed with inexplicable chill appeared in Zhu Ping's heart.

Is there any hope in this world? Can the three religions continue to exist?

Zhu Ping even thought that the three religions were defeated and retreated all the way to Tianyuan secret realm. However, the vitality of heaven and earth in Tianyuan secret place was not as good as Tianwaitian heaven, so the martial arts of the three religions were inferior to each other.

After the death of several old strong men, the new generation couldn't even guard the gate, and finally the whole world fell into the hands of the Federation.

It's better to die in this desperate future?

As soon as the above ideas came out, Zhu Ping felt something was wrong.

If the three religions die, they will die. What despair can he have? The previous thought is not normal.

Zhu Ping, who had responded, quickly broke away from the despair that almost wrapped him up, and then a pool of hot blood was sprinkled on his face.

The soldier in front of him fell down with despair on his face, and the bloody Park knife fell to the ground.

You're killing me with one stab.

Zhu Ping did not go to stop, but immediately turned around, first sounded the alarm, and then quietly went to the camp.

Along the way, many camps, there are despairing howls, that let people despair to want to commit suicide, the breath of despair is rapidly spreading.

Zhu Ping raised his head, and there was a flash of fire in his squint eyes.