Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 145 144: Eleven
At this time, Eleven looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with a green and immature face and his body was covered with dust, as if he had just rolled out of the earth.

He was also wearing a baggy military uniform, even worse than Luo Yongan's. The wide hem of the uniform almost reached his knees.

"If he tells you to follow me, then follow me. I've only seen you a few times before!"

Shen Lin held his forehead with his hand with a helpless look on his face and walked in front of Eleven.

"What's your name?"

"Eleven!" The young man stared, looking very unconvinced.

"Eleven? Why did your parents give you this name? Why not Goudan or Tuhaozi?" The man with the scar on his face made trouble again after being beaten by Luo Yongan. He looked at Eleven and laughed strangely.

Eleven glared at the other fiercely, raised his dirty little face, and said proudly: "I grew up in the military camp. My name was given by the squad leader. There are ten people in their squad, and I am the eleventh one!"

"Even if the captain and the others are all dead, and I am the only one left in Wuli, I am still called Eleven."

Soldiers are used to seeing life and death, so when Shen Lin heard Eleven say that he was the only one left in his squad, his face remained calm.

"The general ordered us to go out and find food, why didn't you go out?"

"There are military rules in the barracks. How can we let the soldiers find food on their own? It's just an excuse for them to leave."

"Then why don't you leave?"

"Don't go!"

"My father was killed, my mother and sister starved to death, it was the squad leader who picked me up from the roadside and raised me. Now the squad leader is dead, everyone is dead, I want to avenge them!"

Eleven stretched his neck, his voice choked, but no tears fell from his eyes: "I want to follow Lord Lu to rebel!"

The sound in the tent suddenly fell silent, even the scarred man who was laughing at the side stopped talking.

Shen Lin looked at the boy in front of him who was not even as tall as his shoulders, and gently closed his eyes: "Your name is Eleven?"

"Yeah!" Eleven nodded.

"Okay, from now on you will be the eleventh person in my team." Shen Lin held the hilt of the knife tightly with one hand and patted Eleventh on the shoulder with the other.

Everyone in the tent was watching. The scarred man remained silent. Luo Yongan lowered his head and looked at the empty bowl in his hand...

An elderly Luo Yongan and a young Eleven.

Lin Beixuan's vision began to blur, and everyone's figures seemed to be blown away by the wind. Under the dim sky, sandstorms were sweeping in. The battlefield in front was full of black armor, and around him were his comrades with solemn expressions.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The beating of war drums seemed to strike his heart, and the army slowly advanced forward.

Lin Beixuan was caught in the torrent. Being in Shen Lin's team of ten people, they were like ants that were so small that they could not be any smaller in this world.

A corner of a huge black shadow appeared on the horizon. It was a giant as tall as a mountain. He was covered in chains, his eyes closed, and followed forward.

On the Lichao side, black flags fluttered, forming a sharp contrast with the red flags held high by Lu Chengjiang's army.

Lin Beixuan raised his head and saw that in addition to the army, there were countless mountain spirits and wild beasts, ghosts and goblins, and several phantoms that were no smaller than the giants on their side. Some of them were carrying mountains on their backs, and some had six arms on their ribs...

I smelled the familiar scent of incense, and ashes began to fall from the sky again. This time it was no longer a war among ordinary people. Secular gods and monsters entered the scene from the very beginning.

"Woo..."

When the horn sounded, Lin Beixuan could clearly feel that the army's pace was quickening, the distance between people was getting closer, and the fighting at the front had already begun.

Not long after, he finally met his first enemy.

The other man was tall and strong, wielding a broad-backed sword in his hand, and rushed into their team with his men.

"A bunch of untouchables, you dare to rebel against the imperial court, you all deserve to die!" Lin Beixuan stepped past Shen Lin who was standing in front of him, pointed his knife at the enemy, and slashed upwards.

[You encounter a special target: Yin Bing - Meng Shengming. ]

[You come into contact with and fight against the ghost soldier Meng Shengming, and successfully obtain 100-year-old coins from him. ]

"Is all this just an illusion or have I traveled back to the past?"

The eight air pillars in his body circled like dragons to the Tiantu Qi Liang. Lin Beixuan chopped with all his strength, directly splitting the opponent in half along with the sword.

[You have swallowed the turbid qi of the Yin soldiers, breaking the evil spirit +2. ]

The light gray gas penetrated into Lin Beixuan's body, and the machete faintly emitted a cold black light. Lin Beixuan did not step forward to fight like last time, but followed Shen Lin and others not far away, confirming his guess.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals.

It is not yet time for the soldiers to fight against the secular gods, so the more effective enemies they face are soldiers like them.

The black tide surged in, and Shen Lin and others had a hard time resisting it. Before long, people began to die in the team.

Luo Yongan and Shiyi, as the oldest and youngest people among them, were protected by Shen Lin and others.

But on the battlefield, everyone disregards their own life and death. Human life here is like sand and cannot be defended.

A black-armored soldier suddenly broke through the defense line set up by Shen Lin and slashed at the youngest one, Eleven, with his sword.

But at this moment, Luo Yongan took out a handful of sand from his arms and sprinkled it over. At the moment when the black-armored soldier was blinded, he drew his sword and stabbed it into the opponent's heart.

Blood sprayed onto Luo Yongan's face. The old man wiped his face and turned to look at Eleven: "Boy, did you watch Grandpa's move carefully?"

Eleven looked up at the other person and nodded in surprise.

However, the next second, the scarlet tip of the knife stabbed out of Luo Yongan's stomach.

Luo Yongan looked down and smiled at Eleven: "Grandpa is teaching you a trick."

He was seen trying to get close to the enemy's chest behind him with the tip of the knife piercing his abdomen, then he raised the long knife and stabbed it into his own chest, stringing him and the enemy together.

"Lao Luo!"

Eleven shouted loudly, and his thin body quickly stepped forward and slashed the neck of the enemy behind Luo Yongan with one knife.

"Cough cough." Luo Yongan coughed up blood and looked at Eleven: "Did you learn it?"

"learned."

Eleven grinned, stepped over Luo Yongan's body, and continued forward with the army.

Although there was sadness in his eyes, it was quickly concealed.

After seeing so many familiar people die in front of me, I got used to it.

On the battlefield, no one would care whether it was worth dying to protect someone. In their opinion, it was worth it as long as they could kill one more enemy.

Although Eleven was young, he understood this truth very early.

Lin Beixuan saw this scene, but he did not try to stop it. He just watched quietly, but more and more corpses fell at his feet.

Not far away, a young man surrounded by several black-armored soldiers looked over. Holding a pen and paper in his hand, he quickly drew Lin Beixuan's appearance.

Then he took a fire starter from the guard beside him and lit the paper with Lin Beixuan's portrait drawn on it.

(End of this chapter)