Chapter 1439
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Chapter 1439 Left Qing’s Voice
Hearing these words, some of the deities within the formation immediately rose and flew toward the outside of the Mountain River Territory Map.
Sun Wukong’s eyes flashed with a subtle light as he used his golden cudgel to prop himself up from the ground, standing shakily and wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. Wisps of cloud gathered beneath his feet.
“Monkey, you’re badly injured. Why are you joining in?” Nezha flew over upon seeing Sun Wukong’s condition.
“Just minor wounds.”
“Minor? Right now in the entire Heavenly Court, except for Yang Jian, you’re the most severely injured. Those Indian main gods nearly chopped your head off!” Nezha firmly shook his head. “You should stay here quietly. We’re enough for this task.”
Sun Wukong snorted coldly, raising his blood-stained golden cudgel and slamming it heavily onto the ground. The ink-painted mountain suddenly trembled!
“Don’t forget, when I went to the Western Heaven before, I was titled the Victorious Fighting Buddha… When it comes to battle, who can compare to me?” Sun Wukong spoke calmly. “Even injured, stopping two main gods isn’t a problem.”
Feeling the violent divine power surging from Sun Wukong’s body, Nezha gazed at him with complex emotions for a moment, then sighed and stopped trying to persuade him.
“Has Yang Jian awakened?”
“No,” Sun Wukong looked back at the blood shadow in the center of the formation, whose aura was extremely weak. “He’s tough. He won’t die anytime soon…”
Nezha nodded, “He’s safe here. Let’s go.”
Numerous divine shadows swept across the Mountain River Territory Map and vanished without a trace.
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Inside Chennan Gate.
“I am Left Qing, Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watchers of Great Xia…”
A voice through the common channel reached all Night Watchers stationed at Chennan Gate and the military personnel of Great Xia.
At that moment, the busy Chennan Gate combat command center fell silent. The figures standing before numerous electronic screens and sand tables paused their actions, carefully listening to the words from the communicator.
At the commander’s position, the haggard Guan Zai, wearing a baseball cap, slowly stood up and turned to look at the silhouette standing on top of the outer wall of Chennan Gate…
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“…The gods of Great Xia are about to launch a general counterattack against the gods of the Temple of Heaven. At that time, we will face an unprecedented wave of divine beasts, perhaps several times more than what we face now…”
Click!
A sniper shell ejected into the air. In the watchtower of Chennan Gate, a member of the Great Xia military special forces team paused briefly while pulling the bolt after hearing these words.
After a moment of silence, he continued pulling the bolt expressionlessly, pressing his face against the sniper scope, slowly locking onto the eye of a giant beast charging rapidly toward the outer wall…
Bang!
The thunderous gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew precisely, shattering the giant beast’s eyeball.
The beast, now blind, roared in anger and immediately lost direction. Several figures wearing dark red cloaks rushed out simultaneously, taking the opportunity to slay it!
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“…In this fortress now, there are warriors who have been resisting since the beginning of the war, and reinforcements transferred from other Great Xia fortresses. For sixty hours of desperate fighting, they have been guarding this last line of defense standing at the forefront of Great Xia…”
In the emergency treatment room of Chennan Gate, countless severely wounded figures lay on blood-stained sheets.
Some were missing arms, some had their thighs bitten off by giant beasts, some were unconscious and covered in blood, some stopped breathing amid urgent rescue attempts…
Hundreds of medical staff moved between these beds, their white uniforms stained red, their tired eyes bloodshot.
As the voice came through the speakers, the painful moans in the treatment room gradually subsided.
A wounded soldier who had just awakened from amputation anesthesia, his pupils gradually focusing, stared blankly at the ceiling, listening carefully.
“…This war may become our grave, but it is also the last hope for the millions behind us.
Those willing to die for Great Xia, follow me… to the walls outside, to resist the beast tide!”
The emergency treatment room suddenly fell into silence, then some who could still move quickly got up and ran outside.
The amputee lying on the hospital bed instantly regained clear consciousness. He abruptly sat up, grabbed the metal IV stand beside him to use as a crutch, and tried to run outside.
“Hey! Where are you going? You’ve just had a leg amputated and can barely walk! Are you going outside to die?” A medical staff member hurried forward to stop him.
“I… I, I must… must go!” the wounded soldier, still affected by anesthesia, stammered. “Get… out… of my way!”
“No…” As the medical staff was about to say more, a hand patted her shoulder.
She looked back to see an elderly doctor with white hair standing behind her, shaking his head helplessly. “Little Li… don’t stop him. Let him go.”
“But Director, look at his condition… how can he go to the battlefield?!”
“His condition? Look carefully, what do you see?”
The director gestured toward the wounded soldier, his expression incredibly complex.
The medical staff turned to look and saw the wounded soldier crawling on the ground, struggling to retrieve a blood-stained dark red cloak from under the bed. He solemnly draped it over his shoulders, then supported himself with the metal stand in one hand and gripped a straight knife in the other, staggering toward the exit.
The dim sunlight from outside cast his cloaked shadow long, like a stubborn giant limping toward his destined battlefield.
She watched this scene, frozen in place.
“He is a Night Watcher,” the director’s resigned voice sounded. “In my years since transferring from military medicine to logistics, I’ve seen many young people like him. They may seem cheerful normally, but at times like this, nothing can hold them back… You think he’s going to die? He’s going to find his duty and glory.”
Besides that limping wounded soldier, other similarly injured figures struggled to follow behind him. They weren’t all Night Watchers; some were from the Great Xia military and some were logistics personnel. All their eyes contained a light.
The medical staff opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but was too overwhelmed to utter a word.
Just then, the director behind her turned around, rummaged through a drawer, and finally pulled out an old-style revolver, tucking it into the pocket of his blood-stained white coat before walking toward the exit.
“Director?! Where are you going?” she asked after a moment of shock.
The white-haired old military doctor smiled, “Despite my age, I was quite a good shot when I was young… Perhaps I can be of some use.”
“Director? Director!”
Amid the medical staff’s astonished voice, the old military doctor laughed heartily and walked out of the emergency room with energetic steps, disappearing from sight…
