Wen Jifei and He Tangtang came back with Wu Shi. The 1777 people on the hillock did not go back to camp. They gathered around Wu Shi and asked how much that figure from the back looked like Han Qingyu.
Wu Shi said it was very similar.
Asked him how he looked like him, he said he felt very similar, and that the man was also carrying two fixed iron knives behind his back.
But in this battlefield where more than 30,000 azure warriors have gathered, there are actually not many people who use two dead iron straight knives. Even the more special, full armor warrior who looks similar to Shen Yixiu, they have been I’ve already seen seven or eight of them.
The roaring sound, mixed with exclamations and cheers, suddenly spread like waves of wheat from the nearby snow-capped mountains.
"What's wrong?!"
"What's wrong?!"
Lao Jian and Qin Guowen quickly picked up the telescope tube and wiped it, while Wen Jifei raised his gun and looked into the scope.
But it’s not necessary... A little below the snow-capped mountains in the distance:
A piece of white snow suddenly collapsed, and the collapsed area was like a road going straight up the mountain, revealing dark brown stone walls under the snow.
"Wow..."
"Someone is coming down the mountain."
"There are also big ones... there must be dozens of them, they are dying."
"Like being plowed."
Someone was rushing down the mountain, plowing a straight path through the large spikes that came to intercept along the way. The huge energy vibration caused local avalanches.
"He's down, he's fine."
"They were crushed all the way down and more than a dozen of them were chopped into pieces."
"Mighty..."
Various languages intermingled, and huge cheers rang out all over the mountains and plains. Everywhere in the military tents that were originally depressed and uneasy... a huge emotional catharsis, and the sound continued.
"Who is that?"
"Yeah, what's going on?"
After countless questioning.
The answer was quickly revealed: the super combat force of the Chinese Asian Front Army arrived and was accompanied by a super combat force from India. The two of them took four top combat forces and went up the mountain to take a look.
That's all.
For more than 90% of the people present, it was the first time in their lives that they had witnessed the action of a super powerful person at the top of human martial arts.
"So, our super combat power is so strong?!"
"nonsense."
"Doesn't that mean that we actually have an advantage in this battle?"
Advantage? At least this battle, so far, seems to be the case.
An intuitive comparison of numbers is almost 40 to 1. If we weren't used to Dajian's large-scale gathering, this number would have actually overflowed significantly, because even for Azure's most ordinary team, the number of people they need to deal with Dajian is only 15 to 15. About 20 people.
As for the dozens of blue-tinted spikes among them - the elite team that Wei Lan mobilized this time is no less.
The first large-scale battle between human civilization and Dajian, the Blue Alliance treats it as the beginning of a new history. Not only must it ensure safety and victory, but it must also accumulate experience, enhance confidence, and truly do a good job in all aspects of the future. Preparation for war.
This is why elite teams from various countries fly in from no matter how far away they are to join the war.
"What if there are red shoulders? What if there are red shoulders? Commander Chen is not here this time!"
Frontline Command.
"It's a pity that we didn't have the chance to see Army Commander Chen's style this time. But now we have four super combatants, so even if there are red shoulders, it shouldn't cause fatal problems."
Nitesh, the commander of the Indian-German front who led the battle, spoke, and several translators interpreted at the same time.
Humanity's combat power has developed rapidly in the past thirty or forty years, and the strength comparison between super combat power and red shoulders is no longer what it was originally thought.
This conclusion shocked some people at first, but the person who made this judgment was called Chen Buxu... the only person in the past of mankind who had cut off the red shoulder.
At the scene, commanders from various countries agreed with this conclusion.
"So the real problem now is how to deal with the ordinary big ones gathered together. This is also the biggest problem that we, Azure, will face if there is a full-scale invasion in the future. Our battle will enter a new era." Nitesh continued.
In the past, Azure's battle mode was designed to deal with two big spies, and the most special, up to four. This design and practice is determined by two aspects:
1. The general situation of the shuttle-shaped spacecraft landing.
2. The combat power limitations of Azure ordinary warriors.
This combat mode has lasted for nearly a hundred years from its beginning to the present. It is mature, but at the same time, it is also subject to many limitations.
To put it simply, humans are currently unable to engage in a direct, large-scale head-on confrontation with Dajian. Because of that, they couldn't form a stable 15 to 20 to 1 siege.
"So we may not be able to directly change the combat mode for the time being. We can only think about how to flexibly apply the combat mode we are accustomed to on large-scale battlefields."
Alliance General Jackson said, opening the diagram on the wall.
A battle mode in which the battlefield is divided by super combat power, elite squads enter and cut, and then ordinary squads carry out encirclement and elimination, was displayed in detail.
"This is our current research result," Jackson turned back and said, "If everyone has no objections, we will start actual combat immediately."
No one said anything at the scene.
"General Liu, may I ask your opinion?" Jackson asked.
At the conference table, a Chinese-Asian face shook his head, "I have no objection."
He was the frontline general dispatched by the Chinese Asian Front Army this time, and the only witness was the commander of the First Army of the Army, Liu Yiwu.
Jackson nodded and looked at Nitesh.
"Then, I announce that, codenamed 'Voice', Weilan's first large-scale active attack is ready to begin."
Nitesh stood up and saluted.
…………
The organization of the battle began quickly and the message was passed down.
As a grassroots combat unit, the 1777 Squadron was selected and also received a battle preparation notice. With the gathering of nearly 40,000 people, and the presence of elites from various countries... the forty people in 1777 became very ordinary existences.
"This means that what we have to do when we go up is to follow an elite team, right? Wait for them to cut them out and take over to eliminate them."
Qin Guowen said during the team's pre-war meeting.
Lao Jian nodded.
"Then which team should we follow? Did the announcement say something?" A veteran next to him asked uneasily, because in this battle mode, the difference caused by following different elite teams is bound to be huge.
Facing the gathering of big sharps, if there is a mistake in cutting, and an ordinary team is involved in a certain number of big sharps, the result will basically be crushed directly.
In reality, if possible, 1777 would definitely choose a gold eraser, but this time the gold color did not come.
"There are no specific arrangements for the time being." Under great pressure, Lao Jian shook his head... It turns out that we are still so far away from a truly elite team. He began to worry about burying 1777 here.
"Then we won't be allowed to follow the foreigner's elite team, right?" the veteran continued to ask.
"I don't know about this." Lao Jian lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then raised his head, "No matter what, let's do our part. Everyone, put on the equipment, check each other, let's... go and assemble."
"yes."
Forty people have finished wearing their devices and inspecting them. This time there was no excitement like going on a mission in the past. Due to the short time since the team was established, the presence of a certain person, and the recent success, 1777 has never experienced such a common situation that may die at any time, so it is a bit unaccustomed to it.
"I feel like morale is a bit low." Qin Guowen said worriedly.
"Well, it's inevitable, but I think it's not just us. Every ordinary team here may be in this state now. After all, no one has ever experienced this kind of battle. When they really enter the field, they swing their swords and kill red eyes. Now, everything will be fine. And we have Wu Shi and Shen Yixiu. If the whole battlefield is not messed up, there should be no problem." Lao Jian knew that this was not cowardice, no one could be optimistic in the face of a meat grinder-like war.
He thought about getting to the assembly point in a while and finding a way to cheer him up.
Because some of the most immature recruits were left at home, the number of people who came this time in 1777 was a round number, forty. Forty people lined up on the mound in front of the camp.
"Let's go first." Lao Jian ordered.
Forty people walked silently to the edge of the descent.
And then... stood there.
Because below, a familiar figure wearing a Chinese sub-front army combat uniform, carrying two swords on his back, the swords coming out of his right shoulder... was walking towards the hillock with his head lowered.
Lao Jian tried not to look too excited.
"Why did you come here?"
Han Qingyu raised his head, gestured to the military tents scattered all over the mountains and fields, smiled brightly and said, "It's so hard to find."
