# 1438
Chapter 1439: Zuo Qing's Voice
Hearing these words, some of the gods within the formation immediately rose and flew toward the outside of the Mountain and River Society Diagram.
A glimmer flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. Using the Ruyi Jingu Bang to prop himself against the ground, he unsteady rose to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. Wisps of cloud gathered beneath his feet.
"Monkey, you're this badly injured, what are you jumping in for?" Nezha flew over immediately when he saw Sun Wukong in this state.
"Just a scratch."
"A scratch? Right now in all of Heavenly Court, besides Yang Jian, you're the most severely injured. Those Indian Chief Gods almost chopped your head off together!" Nezha果断 shook his head. "Just stay here老老实实, we'll go handle it."
Sun Wukong snorted coldly. He raised the blood-stained Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand and slammed it heavily onto the ground. The ink-painted mountain peaks suddenly shuddered!
"Don't forget, when I went to the Western Paradise, the title I was bestowed was Victorious Fighting Buddha... When it comes to combat, who can match me?" Sun Wukong said calmly. "Even with my injuries, stopping two Chief Gods is no problem."
Feeling the violent divine power surging within Sun Wukong, Nezha stared at him complexly for a moment, then still sighed and didn't try to persuade him further.
"Is Yang Jian awake?"
"No." Sun Wukong glanced back at the blood shadow at the very center of the formation, its aura faintly flickering. "He's tough. He won't die in a short time..."
Nezha nodded. "He's safe here. Let's go."
Many divine shadows swept across the Mountain and River Society Diagram and vanished without a trace.
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Inside Chennan Pass.
"I am Zuo Qing, Supreme Commander of Great Xia Night Watch..."
A voice transmitted through the common channel reached all Night Watch personnel stationed inside Chennan Pass, as well as the ears of Great Xia's military forces.
At this moment, the busy Chennan Pass Combat Command Center fell silent simultaneously. The figures standing before countless electronic screens and sand tables stopped their movements, listening carefully to the words from the communicator.
In front of the Supreme Commander's position, Guan Zai, wearing a baseball cap and haggard beyond measure, slowly stood up and turned to look at the figure standing atop the outer wall of Chennan Pass through the window...
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"...The Gods of Great Xia are about to begin a full counteroffensive against the gods of the Heavenly God's Temple. At that time, we will face an unprecedented wave of Divine Beasts, perhaps several times what we're seeing now..."
Clack—!
A sniper shell弹至空中. Inside Chennan Pass's watchtower, a member of the Great Xia Military's Special Forces team, hearing these words, paused mid-motion as he pulled the rifle's bolt.
After a moment of silence, he expressionlessly continued pulling the bolt, pressing his cheek against the scope, and slowly locked onto the eyeball of a massive beast rushing toward the outer wall...
Bang!
The轰鸣的枪声 rang out. A bullet streaked through the air, accurately shattering that beast's eyeball.
The blinded beast let out a roar of fury, instantly losing its direction. Several figures draped in dark red cloaks charged out simultaneously, taking advantage of the opening to cut it down!
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"...Now, inside this fortress, there are soldiers who have been resisting with all their might since the start of the war, as well as reinforcements transferred from other passes of Great Xia. In these sixty hours of desperate struggle, you have defended this final line of defense standing before Great Xia..."
Inside Chennan Pass's severe injury rescue room, blood-stained sheets lay over countless figures severely wounded in battle.
Some had lost their arms, some had their thighs bitten off by beasts, some were covered in blood and unconscious, some had stopped breathing amid frantic rescue sounds...
Hundreds of medical staff穿梭 among the beds, their white clothes already dyed red, their exhausted eyes filled with bloodshot lines.
Hearing the voice from the speaker, the agonized moans in the rescue room gradually subsided.
A patient just waking from anesthesia after an amputation surgery, their diffused pupils gradually focused, staring blankly at the ceiling, listening carefully to something.
"...This war may become our grave, but it is also the last hope for the countless millions behind us.
Those willing to die for Great Xia, please follow me... to beyond the walls, to resist the beast tide!"
The severe injury rescue room suddenly fell into silence. Then, some figures still capable of moving all rose and hurried outside.
The amputee patient on the hospital bed had his consciousness instantly restored. He abruptly sat up from the bed, grabbing the metal IV stand beside him to use as a crutch, and tried to rush outside.
"Hey! Where are you running? You've had one leg amputated—you can barely walk! Are you going outside to die?" A medical staff member hurried forward to block him.
"I... I, I must... must go!" The patient, still not fully recovered from the anesthesia's effects, spoke somewhat haltingly. "You... get... get out of the way!"
"No way..." The medical staff member was about to say more when a hand拍了拍 her shoulder.
She turned to look back. An elderly doctor with white hair stood behind her, shaking his head helplessly. "Xiao Li... don't stop him. Let him go."
"But Director, look at him like this... How can he possibly go to battle!"
"His condition? Look carefully, what condition is he in?"
The Director gestured with his chin toward the patient's direction, his expression complex.
The medical staff member turned to look. She saw the patient crawling on the ground, struggling to pull out a dark red cloak covered in blood stains from under the bed. He solemnly draped it over his shoulders, then propped himself up with one hand on the metal stand, gripping a Straight Blade in the other hand, stumbling toward the rescue room exit.
The dim sunlight from the window cast his cloaked shadow long, like a stubborn giant, staggering toward his destined battlefield.
She stood frozen, watching this scene.
"He's a Night Watch." The Director's helpless voice sounded. "In all my years moving from military doctor to logistics, I've seen plenty of young people like him. Don't look at how they joke around normally��during times like this, no amount of persuasion can hold them back... Do you think he's going to die? He's going to find his duty and glory."
Apart from the patient stumbling away, there were other severely injured figures, moving with difficulty, following behind him. They weren't all Night Watch—there were also Great Xia military personnel and some logistics workers. Their eyes all contained a glimmer of light.
The medical staff member opened her mouth, as if wanting to say more, but was so shaken she couldn't utter a single word.
Just then, the Director behind her turned around, rummaged through a drawer, and finally pulled out an old-style revolver, stuffing it into the pocket of his blood-stained white coat. He strode outside.
"Director?! Where are you going?" She stood stunned for a long while, asking.
The white-haired old military doctor smiled. "Don't look at my age—back in the day, my shooting was quite accurate... Maybe that can still be of some use."
"Director? Director!"
Amid the medical staff member's bewildered cries, the old military doctor laughed heartily, his steps swift as he walked out of the rescue room and disappeared from view...