Chapter 3502

It is the so-called "pull one hair and move the whole body", the trace of large-scale mobilization of steam army can not be ignored by the temple of boxing.

The main force of the iron fist army was originally looking for the chance to have a strategic decisive battle with the steam army, and now it no longer hides its real strength. Dozens of troops and hundreds of Temple priests, just like the angry Hornets, are approaching the village where Gus is located.

In the strategic area of a hundred miles, the elite of both sides have been entangled with each other, putting on a good play of meeting each other in a narrow road, where the brave win and die.

And more troops are coming one after another from all sides to enrich their own murderous teams.

It's like two monsters with dozens of heads, opening hundreds of mouths and biting each other tightly. On this side, they are covered with blood, but on the other side, they are still expanding and growing, and they are staring at each other, ready to kill each other at any time.

In a hundred Li area, a bloody storm has been set off on all fronts.

Gus's small village, however, seems to be the center of a storm and still maintains a fragile calm.

In a word, the decisive battle between the two sides is due to him.

But in fact, he is like the fuse of an unprecedented big bang. With him or without him, the explosion is just a matter of time.

Therefore, after the main forces of the two sides really collided with each other, the commanders of the two sides focused all their attention on the opponent, but forgot his existence.

In particular, the commander-in-chief of the southern steam army did not want the so-called "Holy Son" to gain more influence, so as to affect his position. However, he did not want the "Holy Son" to be captured and killed by the enemy, so that his morale would suffer a devastating blow.

The so-called "Holy Son", just like a mascot, is kept in a relatively safe rear, which is the best.

Therefore, in the next few days, although Gus's body had recovered, he was not able to go to the front line where the fighting was most intense, and even failed to see the senior management and commander-in-chief of the southern steam army.

What he saw most were the wounded soldiers sent down from the front line, as well as the old and weak women and children who were responsible for taking care of the wounded soldiers.

The steam army took his village as a battlefield hospital.

Of course, the world of the God of boxing has just developed into the embryonic stage of the steam age. The concept of the so-called "battlefield hospital" is in fact extremely imperfect. There is no good way to treat the wounded with broken tendons, fractures or even blood and flesh. In addition to applying and bandaging herbs like placebo, we can only expect that his "Holy Son" can bring miracles of healing without medicine.

Unfortunately, the so-called miracle is something that cannot be copied.

For several sleepless days and nights, Gus stayed by the side of the bloody and even immature wounded, and clumsily prayed and treated them.

But the only thing he can do is to listen to each other's groans before death, which are getting weaker and weaker, and then watch the wounded spit out dark blood bubbles, one by one, until the last one.

Although their enemies are often unarmed.

However, the iron fist army, who has been trained cruelly, has a steel like body, and its double fists are more like siege hammers and heavy guns. When it dances wildly, it has the power of thousands of pounds, literally "dying when you touch it, dying when you rub it.".

The significance of sending the wounded who are bombarded by such iron fists to the rear is not so much to treat them as to not want them to die miserably on the front line so as not to damage their morale.

Although not many casualties were saved, no one blamed Gus for not doing his best.

People still believe in his identity as the "son of God". It is even rumored that if he dies under Gus's prayer, his soul will soar to the real heaven with steam.

In this way, there are more wounded people in need of GUS. Many wounded people who are seriously injured and fall into the agony can't wait to die under Gus's prayer.

There are also those old and weak women and children who take care of the wounded - there are no full-time doctors and nurses in the field hospital of the God of boxing world. Those who take care of the wounded are just the displaced civilians affected by the war.

Many children's parents are crazy believers of steam religion. They may have turned into mud in the fierce charge of fearing death and under the fierce bombardment of the enemy's iron fist.

Such children, all became Gus's loyal, fanatical worship of him, like a small tail, day and night after Gus.

And GUS also heard the story of countless crazy believers of machinery and steam religion from the dying wounded and fanatical little worshippers.

It's not unusual.

It's just how the temple of martial arts made people unable to survive by overcharging and extorting money. It also severely cracked down on all kinds of mechanical and steam related inventions. In the end, the government forced the people instead.

But these stories, which have happened many times before and will happen many times in the future, come out from the mouth of bleeding one by one, from the eyes of innocent people, and with a distorted and trembling handwriting, the shock to Gus is particularly strong.

This is a deformed world.

Before watching hundreds of people die in front of him in a bloody and bloody way, Gus never realized this so deeply.

Even if the steam army really wins this so-called "strategic decisive battle", it does not mean that the whole army of the iron fist army is annihilated and the rule of the temple of boxing is completely collapsed.

The steam army will consolidate the rule of the south at most, and then the world of boxing God will enter a state of confrontation between the north and the south.

In the next hundred years or even a thousand years, countless bloody battles will continue to turn this world into Shura hell.

Even if the machinery and steam religion completely defeated the temple of boxing and made the whole world enter the steam age, Gus already knew that steam civilization is still not the highest form of civilization. One day, new forces will rise again and sweep the power of steam into the garbage heap of history with a posture of destroying the withered and decaying.

And in this process, how many innocent people will die?

Gus doesn't know.

He's very tangled.

Holding the cooling hands of the wounded soldiers - many of them are not much older than him, and their green faces are especially pale against the red blood. Listening to their whispering names of their father, mother and beloved girls, Gus really can't help but regard them as living, flesh and blood.

However, if Gus can watch the world of the God of boxing fall into a bloody battle for a hundred or even a thousand years, and let these living people like him become meaningless casualties in Shura hell, he can't accept it.

"If there is a perfect heaven that can move everyone in and lead a carefree and forgetful life, isn't it good?"

In the dead of night, when he was tired and curled up in the corner of the bed to take a nap, this ghost idea would come to mind uncontrollably.