In December, the night at the foot of the snow-capped mountains is bone-chilling, and the wind through the forest is like a whistling knife.
There is a moon, the woods are mottled in black and white, and there are no insects in the cold night.
Wu Shi sat.
Wrapped in an old black thick cotton coat, he sat in a hidden place about 300 meters away from the cliff where the eldest lady and others were hiding, resting while keeping an eye on the surrounding situation.
I don’t feel bitter at all, because life has always been like this, with no change and lack of experience and comparison.
This was the first time in Wu Shi's life that he could remember leaving the closed clan village.
No one told him that his eyes were clear and bright, which is rare among grown men, and no one told him what life was actually like.
Yuan Qing came here just now, asked about the situation, expressed some concern, and then gave him some advanced wound medicine.
Wu Shi took it and thanked him, but after the others left, he still used the old wound medicine he brought to treat the wound.
Yuan Qing seemed to want to chat with him and get closer, but because Wu Shi rarely spoke to him, the conversation failed.
"The gun, by the way, I have to get the gun back." Wu Shi thought, "But I'm afraid he may not be able to beat him. He just stood there and scared away the people with their heads covered. "
Thinking of this, he lowered his head and looked at the two dead iron scimitars beside him.
It was a very unaccustomed feeling. He recalled the scene at that time. The man asked him if he knew how to use a knife, and then took away his gun. Wu Shi felt a little suffocated, but couldn't help but laugh slightly bitterly. He Of course I laugh, but I rarely laugh in front of others.
"Unless I attacked him secretly, I could probably give it a try...but he didn't take the opportunity to kill me at that time."
"What does he do?"
Wu Shi had read some books, including very old books that taught people loyalty and rules, as well as old books written with calligraphy brushes from the clan.
In the education he has received, the things he has on his body, as well as the source of energy, are a practice that he should be grateful for, because in the future, there will be terrifying things wearing black armor coming.
Everything the clan has done for decades until now is to prepare for that day. By then, only those who practice and are protected by the clan can survive.
Just now Yuan Qing asked him what the source energy fusion degree was. Wu Shi shook his head. This was not a concealment but that he really didn't know.
He doesn't even know what fusion is.
In Wu Shi's memory, one day when he was only thirteen years old, he and several other children of about the same age were taken to undergo a terrible operation. After the operation, everyone was directly injected with energy on the spot, able to Those who survive will survive to practice, and those who die will die.
Source energy is very precious, and there are very few people who can practice it. This is what the clan leader said. Wu Shi and the eldest lady came out this time because there is no source energy in the clan anymore. The old clan leader found an old acquaintance from a long time ago. Got this opportunity.
Therefore, their biggest goal during this trip is source energy, which is what the clan needs.
And in Wu Shi's own heart, there is actually something he wants. He really wants a radio, very much, very much.
The day before, he was sitting in the car on the way here. Yuan Qing got out of the car to buy something. There was an old man sitting at the counter of the small store. There was a radio in front of the old man.
Someone is talking on the radio and playing nice songs.
…………
A larger cave, a black spear was placed at the entrance, and a tarpaulin brought was hung to block the wind. People came in according to the path and direction mentioned by Han Qingyu, and the bushes outside the cave entrance looked as if no one had touched them.
Then, Han Qingyu burned charcoal elsewhere and moved it over, covering it with grass ashes to hide the light.
His life skills are amazing.
A group of people were picking up the meat with the tips of their knives, grilling it, and chatting around the charcoal fire.
Han Qingyu has just made a decision. In the next few days, he is not going to hide like this anymore. He is going to go out to pick up rags.
This is the original saying, and it probably means going to a place where there is a fight and touching the corpse.
Originally, Han Qingyu had no intention of taking care of these scattered pieces. This time he entered the scene thinking that as long as he got two pieces of metal, it would be worth more than anything else.
But after touching it by chance today, he discovered two things:
First, I seem to be one of the big devils in the trial field. If I don't participate in the battle and only touch corpses, generally no one will fight to the death with me.
Second, no matter how many, as long as they are picked up for free, every source energy block can actually bring a lot of happiness.
There are more than 600 people here, and they are beaten and killed at every turn. Where can we find such a good place in the future?
The conversation turned to the day's events.
"Is that man in black clothes so strong?!" He Tangtang felt a little regretful because he didn't see it live. He even looked forward to imagining that man blocking the intersection with one shot, blocking more than 20 people with one force.
What a brave man. It's a pity that the gun is gone now.
"Where are his teammates?" He Tangtang asked again as he thought about it.
"I didn't see it." Han Qingyu shook his head and took a bite of the barbecue. It was not cooked enough, so he put it down and continued to bake.
"Actually, he should be stronger than what we see." Shen Yixiu said on the side: "He still has a third-generation device, and the utilization rate of source energy is lower than that of later ones... And because it was surgically connected, it is said that during the battle Once injured, the damage to the body will be greater.”
Xi Mei has talked about the situation of old-fashioned device surgery before. She said that people like Legion Commander and Shen Fengting of their generation still had incisions on their bodies after they changed their clothes.
It's a feeling that makes people's hair stand on end just thinking about it.
"Does it mean it will directly shock the internal organs?" Yin Caixin asked with a panicked expression.
"Internal organs, such as kidneys?" Han Qingyu also had a stern expression.
The first thing he thought of was not the heart, because the first time he came into contact with a three-dimensional device in his life was to help Lao Jian connect the kidney connection point of the eighth-generation device, so he was deeply impressed. He felt that his combat power mainly came from the adrenal glands.
"Kidney, kidney?" Yin Caixin turned her head, confused.
"Of course it's the kidneys," Wen Jifei continued, "Haven't you heard an old saying of ours?"
Yin Caixin: "What?"
"Kidney failure is a common occurrence among soldiers."
"Oh, I think I've heard of this before," Yin Cai thought for a while, "Huh? What next?"
"This means that people who fight frequently are prone to kidney damage." Wen Jifei explained.
Yin Caixin nodded, "Oh." She wrote it down.
The people around him were trying to suppress their laughter, and Han Qingyu couldn't bear to expose him in person, so he could only think that he hoped this time would be over and that Yin Caixin would not come to Hua Xiya in the future.
The next morning, a few people left the cave, washed themselves in a snow-melting mountain stream not far from the back of the mountain, and took a breather.
An exclamation suddenly sounded from Yin Caixin's mouth.
Soon, everyone saw it, and a body was drifting down the river.
The fatal wound was still bleeding, and it looked like he had just died in a battle and fallen into a mountain stream.
Thinking that they had just washed in the stream, everyone felt a little sick.
Except Han Qingyu.
He took the body over and opened the war box, "Haha, I picked up a piece of this."
Then he groped around the body again.
"It's a pity." Han Qingyu was a little disappointed when no backup energy source was found on the body, and planned to look up the river.
"But there are snow-capped mountains above. Why are they hunting at such a high place?" Wen Jifei had just finished asking.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk..."
In the sky, the sound of helicopters came clearly.
Damn it.
The airdrop is coming.
"Quick, let's go!"
Han Qingyu took the lead and ran away.
By the time they arrived, the airdrop had been completed and the helicopter was gone.
There were at least fifty or sixty people at the scene confronting each other.
There are self-protection factions among them, as well as people from the azure countries. It seems that they are already fighting with each other. No matter who they are, they are not giving in. The devices have been turned on, and even the knives have been drawn out.
For some of them, being able to obtain a metal block at the Alfons family's trial ground is not only a practical gain, but also an honor.
In short, it is not simple enough. Han Qingyu is very simple. He only wants the source energy block and doesn't care about honor at all.
"What's going on?"
Han Qingyu smiled and shouted as he approached.
Yin Caixin walked beside him and immediately spoke in English and French.
When some people saw Han Qingyu appear, they suddenly looked bad.
"The airdropped metal piece happened to fall inside." There was also a team on Hua Xianya's side. Someone helped explain and pointed to a snow hole in the ground for Han Qingyu.
The hole is not big, and probably not deep, but it is pitch black and cannot be seen clearly.
Han Qingyu tried to get closer.
Immediately, dozens of knives were pointed at him, including those from the self-protection faction and even azure knives from various countries.
Therefore, young people are easy to be impulsive and strive for temporary excitement.
"Isn't this bad? If a melee breaks out, how many people will die?! Some of them are Azure's comrades. Instead of chopping off big points, they are chopping each other here?!" Han Qingyu spoke with an uneasy expression, and Yin Caixin's translator also Add tone.
"Everyone, please don't be provoked by the lurking purge people." Han Qingyu reminded.
We all actually understand the truth, but the problem is that no one is willing to give in now, and there is no solution for the moment.
Han Qingyu frowned in public and thought carefully for a while, then said: "Otherwise, let me make a friendly suggestion. Let's try our luck?"
When Yin Caixin finished translating, almost everyone on the spot looked at him, chattering in various languages.
As if waiting for him to say.
"Let's have one person from each team lie down on the edge of the hole, lie down in a circle, one, to, three, stretch out our hands together..." Han Qingyu explained with gestures and said: "Whoever catches it belongs to whom, how about it? Everyone depends on their luck. Avoid harm and be harmonious.”
After speaking, he smiled kindly and looked at the people present.
Perhaps because he was so kind, a foreigner appeared out of nowhere and suddenly stepped forward, waving the knife in his hand and yelling at Han Qingyu.
In a situation where it was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, Han Qingyu was not sure about his identity, so he turned around and asked, "What did he say?"
Yin Caixin, "He said why should everyone listen to you, and you were obviously late."
"oh."
Han Qingyu turned to the foreigner, drew the knife in front of him, and then swung the knife.
"Snapped."
Use the blade of the knife to strike the person in the face and send him flying away.
At this moment, everyone in the audience was stunned, because Han Qingyu didn't attack by surprise, but he was quick and accurate, and he kept his hand.
Han Qingyu put away his sword, glanced around, and said in a deep voice:
"Because if the decision must be made with a knife, this is where I have the best chance of standing to the end."
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