"Report, the only witness member of the 1777th Squadron of the 425th Regiment, number 771209, Han Qingyu, applied to return to the team." Walking up the mound, Han Qingyu saluted as usual and reported in accordance with the rules.
"Permission to return to the team." Lao Jian responded in a normal manner.
Then, Han Qingyu walked into the queue and found his usual place to stand.
The team changed from 40 to 41 people and continued to line up down the slope to the gathering point for this battle.
The fact is that even if Han Qingyu comes back, 1777's position in this war is still just an ordinary squad.
But the entire team has quietly changed, and it feels like a beast coming to life. They had been kings and lords in the woods for a while, but when they suddenly came to this bloody prairie where corpses were everywhere, they were frightened for a while. But it's much better now.
No one would show this change to Han Qingyu, at least they would not take the initiative to say it because that would be very embarrassing.
"I may have seen you get off the plane before." Wu Shi whispered after walking for a while.
"Yeah"
The two checked the time and scene.
Han Qingyu said: "That's me, why didn't you stop me and make me inquire for a long time, and then look for you for a long time."
"Too far apart." Wu Shi replied.
"So, have you met your uncle and aunt?" Wen Jifei then asked in their dialect.
"No, I came back as soon as I arrived in the city." Han Qingyu smiled and cursed in dialect: "Go to hell."
The two continued chatting in dialect.
In the queue for a while, Liu Shiheng turned his head and looked at Han Qingyu without saying anything. If Han Qingyu didn't come back, he had already thought about it. He would find a snow cave to hide in when he went up the mountain. His position in the array was irrelevant anyway.
As the team marched, Han Qingyu didn't pay too much attention. He had just arrived and didn't know much about the situation. After a while, he asked for the Mira 9 scope from Wen Jifei and began to observe the distant mountains.
The battleship-level big-pointed spaceship fell into sight.
It's really scary, but the metal block used for that thing must be very big. If I can get it back, it will be prosperous. No, greed will cost you your life. I came back this time to prevent anything from happening to the team. The scale of this war too big.
"Look down, don't just look at the big one, it's hard to carry. Look down from the top of the mountain until you see halfway down the mountain."
Wen Jifei reminded him softly from the side.
Han Qingyu nodded, and the circular vision image moved downwards. In the white snow, a black dot appeared, which was not a stone. It was a little bit too many.
On this hillside alone, there are at least dozens of shuttle-shaped aircraft, appearing messily everywhere, as if they were not taken seriously and were randomly discarded at the landing location.
For Han Qingyu, it is just a piece of metal.
It didn't matter that the shuttle aircraft didn't self-destruct. Han Qingyu had already tried it at the Nepal testing ground and knew that the thing could actually be pushed open, but it was just more difficult. Now that he was stronger and had a new sword, he thought he should be able to go faster.
If it really doesn't work, you can still carry it away.
"It is said that during this period, the surrounding areas have stopped falling. It seems that because of the target, they all fly here, and the rejecters cannot mislead them." Lao Jian explained from the side, and said: "I It feels like they are building a landing base with the big ship as the center."
This is his own judgment.
Han Qingyu nodded perfunctorily, without thinking deeply about anything. These things are too far away from him. Being in an ordinary team, as a small soldier on the battlefield, he does not have the ability to solve such big things. All he can do is to fulfill his duty as a blue warrior, and then try his best, Let the people around him finally leave this battlefield safely.
"It's not that I don't care about the whole blue sky or human beings, it's because I'm too small to care. So, I just care about the people around me." Han Qingyu muttered to himself, thought about it, and put away the scope. Return it to Wen Jifei, trying his best to suppress his inner desire for the metal block.
When he actually gets to the battlefield later, he can't leave the team, let alone pull the whole team up to help carry the aircraft. We are troops, not bandits.
Before, after the large spaceship landed, there had actually been several battles between Weilan and Dajian, but they were mainly of a blocking nature, or were small-scale experiments to spy on information and obtain intelligence.
This operation, codenamed "Voice", will be the first large-scale proactive attack by human civilization.
There are 150 ordinary teams selected, which is more than 6,000 people. These 150 squads will establish secondary combat units on the basis that every 10 ordinary squads will follow one elite squad.
About two super combatants will directly participate in the battle, and the other two will covertly guard high-level giants and rush into the battlefield. This is public information, but they have not shown their faces directly.
There are about 100 big spikes around the area scheduled to be attacked this time. Among them, the number of blue spikes is about 10 to 12, which is a very high proportion.
More detailed combat plans are passed on layer by layer. As the lowest-level combat unit, 1777 didn’t know much. Just like any other ordinary squad, after getting ready, they waited in the square at the gathering point to listen to the translators retelling the story one by one in various languages. Nitesh, the supreme commander of the campaign and commander of the Indian-German Front Combat Corps, delivered a speech in front of the station.
After the mobilization speech, people from the elite team began to appear in front of them with lists in hand.
"No way." Soon, in the queue, Wen Jifei whispered dissatisfiedly.
They didn't understand the specific principles and how they were allocated, but the intuitive feeling at the scene was that ordinary teams like them were like cabbage picked by the elite team.
Liang Ge, who was wearing a white eraser, followed a deputy captain and walked to the front of the 1777 team queue, and stood down to look at them.
It belongs to, it seems to be white, after all, they are from the Ninth Army. The team members thought.
"Report" Lao Jian raised his saluting hand halfway.
Liang Ge and the vice-captain turned and walked away.
The white eraser does not require 1777. The Ninth Army accounts for a large proportion in the southwest region. There are indeed many teams participating in the war recently. They do not necessarily need to choose 1777. If you consider that they had some conflicts with Han Qingyu and were afraid of unexpected situations on the battlefield, it would be difficult to explain why they did not choose 1777 afterwards, which is even very reasonable.
But in that case, why the hell did you just stand here and watch for a long time, deliberately burying people? Everyone was a little angry.
The teams whose names were called ran away one after another and gathered at the venue of the relevant elite teams to receive grassroots combat instructions.
1777 has been silent.
"What the hell, are you really going to let us follow the foreigners?" After waiting a little impatiently, a veteran muttered: "Even if there is a translator, it will take time to translate it over. It will take an extra second to go up. I'm afraid it won't work." Everyone will die."
"It would be okay if it was Venezuela's very big squad." Wen Jifei said, standing on tiptoes and looking up, because these countries that are too far away did not bring ordinary squads, so the possibility he mentioned does exist. of.
Han Qingyu was stunned when he heard it, and suddenly became curious.
He knew that the Sixth Army had Long Dao, the Ninth Army had Banqi, the Fourth Army had Kuanglan, and the First Army had Fengrui directly under the legion. These were all code names for the elite squads of the Chinese Asian Front Army.
"Is the codename of Venezuela's elite squad called Big? Why is it so interesting?" Han Qingyu asked seriously in a low voice.
A group of people nearby were holding back their laughter.
"Yes." Wen Jifei nodded calmly and said, "They are called big, deep, firm, and elastic."
Han Qingyu sounded a little wrong.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Qin Guowen cursed angrily: "That Venezuelan elite team is called Merida."
"So how do you know, Deputy Qin?" Wen Jifei turned around and said at the same time: "You really went to inquire about it?"
Qin Guowen: ""
"Okay, stop arguing." Lao Jian said, with a somewhat unhappy tone.
Although I feel a little scared, as a member of the Chinese Asian Army and a team with great ambitions, are we going to end up with no one to choose today?
Captain Lao felt a little uncomfortable.
"Then if no one wants us, then we don't have to go," Liu Shiheng muttered in a low voice, looking a little longingly.
There was a crackling sound of footsteps.
Lieutenant Cao Nao of the Changdao Squadron ran to the 1777 queue, raised his hand and saluted, "Hello, Captain Lao."
"Hello." Lao Jian raised her hand in return, trying her best to appear calm.
"The Sixth Army's Long Knife Squadron, Captain Wei Jiang, invites 1777 to join the battle, to defend the blue sky side by side, and to achieve the invincible glory of our Chinese Asian Front Army."
"my pleasure."
