Han Qingyu may have thought for three minutes, or maybe five or six minutes. The scene was so chaotic, and so was his mood, making it difficult to make up his mind.
finally,
"Disperse."
With this sudden low shout, the battle seemed to be finally over.
The crowd carrying metal boxes jumped away at the end of the battle.
This action was obviously not an escape.
It was completely beyond Han Qingyu's expectation. After a fierce battle, they finally won. Wave after wave, without fear of casualties, the non-stop offensive made the two robots gradually sluggish, covered with injuries, and unable to fight anymore.
Then, a series of heart-wrenching low sounds came, and the cone-shaped "UFO" not far away suddenly began to slowly crack and break without any explosive fire... Black iron pieces were everywhere. fly.
Almost at the same time, a burst of black mist suddenly evaporated from the two "iron armors" that were already covered with scars and wounds, and then, with the same low sound, they gradually shattered and burst.
During this process, everyone hid on the ground to hide. Although the fragments scattered this time seemed far less powerful than the ones in the battle just now.
Han Qingyu is naturally the same.
"Fortunately there is a pit."
He thought, and then suddenly felt something hit him.
The UFO from the "self-destructed" ship was sandwiched among the flying iron pieces. A dark gold metal object about the size of a broad bean first fell to the ground, and then rolled into the pit where Han Qingyu lay.
It was heavier than it looked. The whole thing looked like an iron block that had been smelted at high temperature for a period of time and became twisted and irregular, but it was not hot... because Han Qingyu was indeed hit by it.
Except for a slight impact, it's really not hot.
Han Qingyu awkwardly straightened his body slightly, turned his head and glanced. Iron pieces whizzed past his head, and he quickly buried his whole body back in the pit.
After a while, finally, the last sporadic splashes of the rain of fragments subsided. Several anxious voices shouted, "Lao team", "Lao team", and footsteps in all directions were rapid and messy.
Han Qingyu was not given any time to think and make decisions. The moment the rain of fragments in the forest stopped completely, several people carrying metal boxes rushed in front of him.
They obviously came to find the wounded man, and then naturally found Han Qingyu.
Eye contact.
"you……"
Han Qingyu sat up slowly, "Hello everyone, I... just saved him."
"..."
"Really." Han Qingyu said sincerely.
…………
In a situation of close to 40 versus 2, four were killed and nine were injured. Minor injuries don't count, and those who can still get up don't count.
For the first time in his life, Han Qingyu faced such a tragic, bloody and terrifying scene.
There were people at the scene collecting corpses and mutilated limbs, some rescuing the injured, and others cleaning up traces. Most of the rest were holding a small instrument in their hands, searching carefully around, and then picked up every piece of iron, even the smallest piece, and put them together.
They were cleaning the battlefield, taking the fragments as trophies.
"Have you looked for them all?"
"The search is over. But one thing is strange. The source energy block was not found this time."
"Ah?! No?!" Cold sweat instantly fell from this man's forehead.
The person opposite was also in a hurry, so much so that he stuttered when he spoke, "Well, why, I can't find it... Could it be that it just ran out?"
"It's not completely impossible...but how could it be such a coincidence?!" The last sentence even contained a bit of frustration and aggrieved cry.
The speaker thought for a while, then suddenly turned his head to Han Qingyu, and asked sternly: "Boy, have you seen a dark golden metal block? It's about this big... maybe smaller than this, very small... maybe not in one piece, it's a piece of metal." pimple."
calm down. Just like when you catch a snake, calm down. Han Qingyu stood there like a prisoner, still shaking uncontrollably while talking to himself in his heart.
The ancestors of the Han family have passed down the skill of catching snakes. Han Qingyu used to know it when he was in his early tenth year. However, after his grandfather passed away, his mother banned it for both father and son.
Now, at a life and death moment that he had to face head-on, Han Qingyu finally remembered and recalled that feeling.
The entire process just now, as well as everything happening in front of him now, was beyond his ability to understand or even think about, but he knew very well that he had to calm down now.
Because this is obviously not an ordinary thing. It may be a shocking secret, or a military secret, or an open war between countries... In short, it is not what he should see anyway.
He saw and knew too much.
Looking pale, Han Qingyu looked dazed, but shook his head vigorously.
That stuff is precious.
He saw it.
Didn't take it.
However, he can't tell the truth now. Han Qingyu clearly saw those people carefully searching the pit with instruments just now. They searched several times.
Since they didn't find it, if he said he had seen it, it would not make sense in the end.
In the current situation, any small mistake or misunderstanding could be fatal.
"Oh?" The other party gave him a cold look, turned to gesture to the people around him and said, "Search."
"Isn't it possible?" The person next to him muttered, probably saying, how can this rural kid be so bold to hide our things secretly? However, he still walked over, searched him carefully several times, and then reported in disappointment Said: "No."
"...Then, it really can only happen that it is exhausted."
"Probably. No matter what, look for it carefully a few more times."
"Yes...then, where is this kid? How to deal with it?"
The discussion between several people who seemed to be cadres ended. Except for those who reinvested in the search, the remaining dozen eyes all returned to Han Qingyu.
Including the "labor team" who just woke up and hasn't wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.
This guy had clearly fainted just now, but he came back to life so quickly, and his injuries didn't seem as serious as Han Qingyu thought.
The injured team member leaned against a big pine tree and sat with his hand on his chest. He lowered his head and spat blood. He looked up at Han Qingyu, who seemed to be struggling, and said, "Come here."
His voice was a little deep.
Han Qingyu had to go there.
"You just wanted to save me, right? Thank you. My name is Lao Jian, and I am the leader here." Lao Jian, who looked about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, spoke in a gentle tone this time.
However, before Han Qingyu could answer, he continued regretfully: "But, I'm sorry..."
Looking around with his eyes, Lao Jian finally explained: "What you just saw is the biggest secret in the world, the top secret related to the stability and survival of human society."
"I'm personally sorry, but there's nothing we can do," he finally said.
While Lao Jian was speaking, Han Qingyu noticed that behind him, someone smiled ferociously, raised his hand, and made a motion of slitting his throat.
Then, Lao Jian struggled to stand up, took the knife handed over by his subordinates in his hand, and pointed it at Han Qingyu's throat.
Han Qingyu: "I won't tell anyone."
Lao Jian said expressionlessly, "It's useless."
One second, two seconds, three seconds... five seconds, ten seconds.
With the knife in front of him, Han Qingyu looked at Lao Jian and remained silent. During this period, he had a feeling that the other party seemed to be waiting for his reaction, waiting for him to say or do something.
So, he said or did nothing for the time being. Without direction or judgment, he is afraid of taking the initiative and will make mistakes.
Lao Jian seemed a little surprised and curious, "Aren't you going to cry? Or aren't you going to kneel down and beg me like in the TV series?"
Han Qingyu said seriously: "...Is it useful? If it is useful, I beg."
Lao Jian was stunned, his eyes changed, and he glanced at Han Qingyu, "No."
"Well, I was thinking about how to try to convince you again...I didn't think of anything."
After Han Qingyu finished speaking, some people around him wanted to laugh, because it sounded like a funny statement, but he still said it seriously and sincerely.
Lao Jian obviously deliberately controlled his expression. How did he know that the seemingly honest and timid rural boy in front of him was actually trying to figure out his temperament.
The most critical step in catching a snake is to calm it down. Experts can even handle the snake easily and naturally. As for confrontation with others, the most important thing is to understand the other person's temper and character clearly, and then take advantage of the situation.
Also, a very important point, Han Qingyu remembered that when the person mentioned him just now, what he said to others was: What about this kid? How to deal with it?
If the matter had reached this point and the only option was "silence", he would not have asked this question just now.
So, there are other possibilities.
What he has to do now is to work hard to create opportunities and win this other possibility from Lao Jian. Rather than being pitiful and cowardly and begging, it would be safer to try to get him to give it proactively.
No matter what, Lao Jian should have no ill feelings towards him and no inevitable murderous intention. This is the prerequisite and basic condition for Han Qingyu to make such an attempt.
"The knife is in your throat, are you still thinking about it?" After a short silence, Lao Jian spoke again and asked.
"Before the knife fell, I wanted to try my best, but unfortunately, I haven't thought of a way yet." Han Qingyu answered honestly.
"..." Suddenly he loosened his strength, and the arm holding the knife collapsed. The knife seemed to be very heavy. Lao Jian smiled tiredly on his haggard face, nodded and said, "Not bad, a little brave... cough cough cough cough …”
He lowered his head and coughed painfully a few times, then raised his head and said, "In that case, I'll give you another choice."
"..." Wait.
Han Qingyu nodded, looked at Lao Jian, and asked with his eyes, or rather waited and expected.
"Become a soldier." Lao Jian simply said three words.
When, soldiers? !
When Han Qingyu heard it, he was stunned for a moment, and even felt inexplicably and absurdly excited. You can't find anything after wearing iron shoes, so what you get is... shit. There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and there is a circle of willows and flowers... in front of you.
He quickly figured it out: the soldier Lao Jian was talking about was probably not the soldier he thought he was, or what ordinary people thought of him in this era.
He turned his head and looked at the corpses, wounded, and weapons on the ground, and thought about their enemies... Moreover, these people were not wearing regular military uniforms.
"What kind of soldier is it?" Han Qingyu asked tentatively, suppressing the disappointment in his heart.
"You'll know it when you go there...forget it, you'll know it sooner or later anyway. That's soldiers like us."
Soldiers like us fight against mysterious and powerful enemies. Soldiers like us are easily killed or injured. Soldiers like us are burdened with secrets and don’t know when they will return...
In the end, Lao Jian did not explain in detail. She stopped at this point, puffed out her chest, and laughed again with a bit of desolation and pride in her teasing.
"Then, how long will it last?" Han Qingyu asked seriously and persistently, like a fool who still couldn't figure out the situation.
For a moment, the group of people next to them all had smiles on their faces, but before the smiles could bloom, a few suddenly fell silent and looked gloomy.
Lao Jian seemed to have slight mood swings. He looked at Han Qingyu, thought about it seriously, his eyes were calm and his tone was slightly lowered, and he said: "Maybe three to five years, maybe ten years... maybe, a lifetime."
After speaking, he turned his head and silently glanced at the corpses of his comrades on the ground not far away. When he turned back again, his eyes were completely dim, showing pain and sorrow.
This is not an explosive sadness, it is probably long-lasting and continuous, and one has to gradually get used to it. It may have only existed during the long and cruel war years. People who lived in the same trench day and night would always fall down at some point.
Han Qingyu waited for a while and then asked: "Then can I go home to see my parents in the future?"
When he asked this question, his eyes were filled with great sincerity.
Lao Jian nodded, "After a certain period of time, you will be fully trusted and you can visit relatives if you have the opportunity."
"……Um."
This is the only good answer so far. Han Qingyu responded and continued to think.
"Are you still planning to continue asking about getting a wife and having children?" To break the depressed atmosphere, Lao Jian took the initiative and said playfully.
The people next to him laughed dryly.
Han Qingyu was also a little embarrassed, but he had forgotten about it.
"There will be plenty of time for you to ask these questions later, so let's do this for now. Okay..." There was a brief pause and a change of tone. Lao Jian looked up again and looked into Han Qingyu's eyes. "Otherwise, I would really just You can choose to silence yourself.”
"..." Han Qingyu originally wanted to try and struggle again.
But Lao Jian had already said this first. This time there was no threat in his tone, but rather a bit of helplessness and struggle, and even a bit of concern, or in other words, he couldn't bear it.
However, Han Qingyu heard it, and this time, it was probably true.
If he must refuse or try to escape, the other party may really have no choice but to kill him.
And judging from the casualties of their comrades in this battle just now, they should have been used to seeing death, and they themselves are also used to facing death and creating death.
Therefore, Han Qingyu actually had no choice in this other option.
