Night, 20:43.
This day was at the end of April 1991, near the middle of the third month of the lunar calendar, and the moon was nearly full in the sky.
In the 101st Medical Station of the Second Front Army of the Azure Hua Department, the moonlight illuminated the warm yellow light of the street lights in the hospital area with a hint of cool white.
The leaves are bright and the concrete floor is clear.
The sound of crackling footsteps came from the air that had become generally quiet. Among the green trees in the courtyard, more than one silent figure of the guard team soldiers ran past.
This situation may not seem special to outsiders, but for the wounded who have come down from the front line in various rooms of the inpatient department... they are simply not too familiar.
"It looks like a big tip has fallen nearby."
In the night, there was a hint of excitement and restlessness, which gradually spread. Many wounded people who originally planned to go to bed early, whether they had just left the frontline battlefield or had been at the medical station for some days, suddenly became unable to sleep.
Scenes of battles that he had personally participated in in the past clearly emerged in his mind. In the closet of the ward, their energy devices and swords seemed to be calling out to their masters.
The footsteps faded away...the defense team assembled.
In addition to being equipped with security forces, Azure's medical station has always had a garrison team stationed there. On the one hand, it strengthens the defense of the medical station. On the other hand, it can also attack when necessary to eliminate fusiform spacecraft landing in the surrounding area.
Originally, they rarely received missions, because the early warnings from the rejecters were usually timely, and the teams stationed in the surrounding areas usually arrived in time.
However, in the past year or so, the defense situation has been deteriorating. There have been more and more cases where shuttle-shaped spaceships have lost their traces at high altitudes and then been re-captured at close altitudes... As a result, the medical station garrison team has urgently launched an emergency attack. , and gradually became less special.
Inpatient duty room. The doctors and nurses had just returned from a ward round and were a little tired. They were sitting or leaning at the table chatting.
Han Qingyu and the others left today, and they talked about it.
Mu Xiaolan was leaning against the window to look at the moon, talking to her colleagues with her clothes on her back. She suddenly turned her head and found that the lights of Ward 406, where she had helped turn off the lights before, were back on.
Will Sister Ran be okay?
She thought about it for a moment, became a little worried, and quickly left the duty room, ran upstairs and ran all the way to the door of the ward, knocking on the door and pushing it open.
On the white hospital bed, Ran Qiuling was sitting with her head bowed in a hospital gown. When she heard a noise, she looked up and smiled brightly.
At this time, her dead iron straight knife was lying on the cabinet beside the bed, and the source energy device was in her hand, which she was wiping with a handkerchief.
It's not just a physical problem. Mu Xiaolan relaxed a little and said with a smile: "Sister Ran, why did you suddenly take out the equipment?"
"It's been a long time." Ran Qiuling didn't say that it was actually because she had just seen the garrison team on a mission and was suddenly touched. She missed the battlefield and her comrades, so she took out the equipment, looked at it, and wiped it. : "I should be fine soon, right?"
There was eagerness in her eyes as she asked.
"It's coming, it's coming, it will take more than a month." Mu Xiaolan had seen many blue warriors who were looking forward to returning to the front line day and night, especially some captains and the like, who were even more anxious. She comforted them with a smile.
In fact, it is really fast. If the body had not been transformed by source energy for a long time, how could a situation like Ran Qiuling's recovery be possible in a few months?
It seems that Sister Ran will not sleep for the time being. Mu Xiaolan simply found a stool and sat down, watching her wiping the device and chatting with her to relieve her boredom.
"We were in the duty room just now, and we were talking about Han Qingyu." Mu Xiaolan took the initiative to find a topic.
"Why, give my brother a performance summary?" Ran Qiuling raised her head, laughed from the bottom of her heart, and said with a smile: "He should be okay in the future, right? Isn't he still not enthusiastic about you?"
"Enthusically." Mu Xiaolan nodded and affirmed: "Maybe he is really afraid of his sister. After that, we gave him delicious food, and he continued. Sometimes we asked him to play together, and he agreed, and then he often laughed. ...Although it looks a little awkward and unaccustomed, it’s fun.”
"Oh, is that all?" Ran Qiuling put down the device, moved her body, sat close and said, "Nothing else... Didn't you create some sparks with any of our doctors or nurses?"
"No, there are no sparks at all." Mu Xiaolan shook her head and said with a smile, "Haha."
"..." Ran Qiuling sighed, then couldn't help laughing.
The two then chatted for a while about Wen Jifei, Liu Shiheng... and some other gossip. Ran Qiuling wiped the device and sword and put them away beside the bed. Suddenly she remembered another familiar nurse and asked casually:
"Where's Honghong? Why didn't you see her here tonight?"
"She, she's in the operating room." Mu Xiaolan turned to look at the moonlight outside the window and said, "Several batches of wounded came during the day, and there were several surgeries at night. She was helping in the operating room... I guess she won't be able to wait until early in the morning. ”
This night at the 101 Medical Station...
The wounded in the ward are wiping the device.
Doctors and nurses were chatting in the duty room.
The lights in the operating room were on.
The garrison team was fully equipped and rushed towards the forest.
…………
It was the same night in a small county town on the edge of the Hengduan Mountains.
Although He's house is old, it is very large. It is probably the legacy of a large family. Because this time it was a disguise of a happy event at home, the old house was decorated with lights and decorations.
The lobby is very large, with an open main body. There is a wooden partition wall three to five meters away from the main entrance.
There is also red hanging on the partition wall.
The time reached 20:46 minutes and 47 seconds.
outside the wall.
Han Qingyu's double swords were still on his shoulders, the device was in a dormant state, and he stood facing the wall.
Less than half a meter behind him was Wu Shi, who was very quiet.
Pang Jinghe was talking and whispered: "Do you know why I drove there and then turned back again on the road today? Because when I saw you brothers, I felt that I was destined to be with you..."
"Really? Me too." Han Qingyu responded without looking back.
"Hahaha..." Pang Jinghe laughed happily when he heard what he said.
inside the wall.
The people left behind by the seven families had all stood up at this time, feeling a little nervous and looking forward to it.
The current situation is that the main combat forces of their families, a total of 300 people, are already near the Weilan 101 Medical Station... So, if we really find out about Han Qingyu, should we go? !
They exchanged glances, and they both felt a little weak.
But what can be done? The situation in front of me is obvious. Mr. Stan is very interested... But Mr. Stan's combat power is said to be very strong.
Xuelian has paid such a heavy price in terms of manpower, material resources and financial resources to arrange this operation. She must want to catch more in one go.
In his sight, Stan had walked about five meters away from the partition wall. After a slight pause, he spoke again: "Is he in Nari?"
The voice outside the wall responded, "In..."
At this moment, everyone is listening carefully.
"Bang!" This is what they heard.
At 20:46 minutes and 58 seconds, a loud bang suddenly came.
The wooden walls of the partition wall crumbled, splinters and debris flying.
"here."
Here, a sentence was divided into two paragraphs due to a brief pause in the middle. At the same time as he spoke, a figure burst through the wall.
Pang Jinghe was stunned for a moment.
The people in the wall were stunned.
"Ode."
Stan reacted very quickly. He kicked the ground with his heels, retreated suddenly, and drew his sword at the same time.
It's a pity that the approaching figure was faster.
"boom."
The blade coming from the front struck the iron knife held horizontally by Stan, and the two surges of source energy collided instantly, like huge waves hitting each other.
Stan's entire body was chopped off his feet, and he flew back in the air.
"..." At this moment, someone saw it, but no one had time to remind him.
An arcing sword was waiting for him on the path of Stan's body.
Rusty Girl Riwo Slash is now a silent, silent arc.
But, "Keng."
To everyone's surprise, Stan, who was in the air, actually reacted and threw the sword backwards with all his strength, knocking the flying azure sword slightly away.
Immediately afterwards, the whole person flew past the deflected blade.
Strong, Stan.
The next moment, "Bang!" Stan's body hit the wall and landed on the ground, ready to fight again.
But it was too late.
A stream of light had appeared in front of him.
After the streamer ends.
A man stood there, holding a straight knife in his hand and holding it against Stan's throat. The tip of the knife pierced a little and blood gushed out.
20:47 minutes, 01 seconds, three seconds after the wall shattered.
Scene in the lobby of He's old house:
Stan was leaning against the wall, his neck was bleeding.
Han Qingyu stood in front of him, holding a dead iron straight knife in his hand.
Everyone in the lobby has activated their devices and drawn their weapons.
But a figure, a black spear, lay in front of them, between them and the two people on the wall.
Pang Jinghe was still standing outside the partition wall, looking through the hole in the wall, without saying a word, with his mouth open... his mind was very confused.
"You, you..." Finally, someone spoke up, halfway through the question.
"Me..." The young man holding the knife by the wall slowly turned his head, "Qi Lan, Han Qingyu... Nice to meet you."
