That night, the snow on Xilang Peak fell from the mountain to the foot of the mountain. Those who slept late could clearly see the snow curtain moving and covering it up while standing outside.
Because of physical exhaustion, Han Qingyu went to bed very early and woke up around five o'clock in the morning.
It was just dawn, so he opened the camp door and took another look. The blue light of the giant ship on the top of the mountain had already faded away. The ice and snow that he had repeatedly plowed away during the day with his large group of sharpshooters had returned to their original state, and even looked thicker. Some.
That was yesterday's battlefield. Yesterday, it was really hard to describe. He seemed to have saved a failure inadvertently.
But that only avoided a disastrous defeat. The current situation of the entire war is still serious, or even more serious.
In front of you is the highest peak of the blue world. "I hope it won't be the beginning of overthrowing the world...Forget it, let's leave this kind of thing to the smart people who make decisions. I'll just be my private soldier."
There was also light snow outside the tent, and there was frost hanging on the withered grass blades. The footsteps of the night watch team members passed by, making a clicking sound.
The cold air seeped in through the cracks in the open door. Although my body was no longer afraid of the cold, I didn't like it either. Han Qingyu closed the tent door and retreated into the quilt for a while.
But there is no sleepiness anymore, and there is no longer any feeling of fatigue.
He is now recovering very quickly. After measuring it myself, the most significant improvements were probably in speed and endurance. In addition, he is very resistant to beatings now. He is very resistant to beatings. I can’t explain the details, but this point has been tested by Red Shoulder himself.
In such a comparison, the improvement in attack power is the slowest and least significant, as if it has been giving in and waiting for other aspects to reach a qualitative change level first.
"So, weapons are important to me now."
Han Qingyu's current double swords are specially made. They are made by Jiang Chou, who is a serial blacksmith. The craftsmanship is extremely high. In terms of toughness alone, it has reached the level of being able to withstand the slashes of the red shoulder. But after all, it is limited by the material, and there is no more outstanding performance in terms of cutting effect.
Due to the shortage of dead iron, Wei Lan's only pursuit of standard weapons for a long time is toughness. Soldiers are satisfied if they can have something to cut and break through defenses.
As for sharpness, or more, I have never dared to have extravagant hopes.
Thinking of this, Han Qingyu put on his clothes and equipment, got up, and took out the blue light pillar sword placed under the quilt.
His current four-turbo state has long since disappeared, but part of the energy from the bone source seems to have been integrated into his body, so he can still feel the presence of the pillar sword.
In other words, if someone wants to steal the Zhujian without being discovered by Han Qingyu, it is almost impossible.
"Then...can I touch it?! Like Red Shoulder."
With an idea in his mind, Han Qingyu hurriedly placed the pillar sword at the entrance of the camp, and then retreated to the camp bed at the other end.
The device source energy and the liquid source energy surge together.
Don't move, don't move... There is no response after trying for a long time. Han Qingyu replaced a fully stored source energy block with a long time. He didn't feel it was a pity. He regarded it as an exercise in releasing source energy. . He can now easily use the Rusty Girl Whirlpool Slash, and his control is much higher than before. However, since the last time he saw Army Commander Chen's covering source energy pressure, he has always been jealous of that.
Suddenly, "Chi."
The pillar sword seemed to move, grazing the ground and moving very slightly.
After checking, I found that there were shallow scratches on the ground left by the movement of the pillar sword, so it did move... I returned to the original position and continued to try. "Du", it jumped, and it was confirmed that the pillar sword could be moved.
That's it for the time being, but it's enough, so that when the four-turbines are fully open, Han Qingyu will be sure to let it fly.
This test result further strengthened Han Qingyu's determination not to hand over the Pillar Sword for research in a short period of time, because he did not believe that anyone should be closer to the Blue Light Pillar Sword than himself at the moment... at least until this battle was over.
"Qingzi, Qingzi, are you up? I heard a voice." Shen Yixiu's voice sounded outside the military tent.
"It's up." Han Qingyu responded quickly.
The tent door was opened directly, and Shen Yixiu stooped in, holding a basin of hot water in his hand, and said: "Why are you injured...ah..."
"Bang... swish, swish."
The pillar sword was stepped on under her feet. The pillar sword rolled, and Xi Mei fell to the sky, and a whole basin of hot water was poured on herself. Then it spilled all over the floor.
Han Qingyu: "..."
"Han Qingyu!" Xi Mei stood up immediately, her armor clicking.
"...Well, am I right..."
"Did you do it on purpose?! Why are you so childish?" Before Han Qingyu could finish saying sorry, Xi Mei was immediately annoyed. She was kind enough to boil hot water for Qingzi today because of his injury, and brought it to him with her own hands... As a result, he was bullied.
"No, no," Han Qingyu hurriedly ran over and was about to pick up the Zhujian and explain to Xi Mei. He stepped into the water and stretched out his hand, "Crack!"
The blue light pillar sword flew directly from the ground to his hand.
Lowering his head and looking at the pillar sword in his hand, Han Qingyu was stunned for a moment...I understand, water. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Snow, ice...What can I do? ! Think about it, think about it.
Shen Yixiu also saw this scene and was stunned, "You..."
Han Qingyu came to his senses and turned his head at the same time. He waved the pillar sword in his hand in a somewhat triumphant manner, and said with a smile: "How is it? Isn't it awesome?"
"Awesome. So you really did it on purpose." Xi Mei was even more sure, thinking that he had mastered this skill a long time ago and just deliberately threw the pillar sword at her feet.
The energy of the armor exploded, and Han Qingyu quickly ran out of the tent and found a snow pit to lie down and hide.
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"Qingzi?" A teammate in charge of night patrol squatted by the pit and looked at him in confusion.
"Hey." Han Qingyu looked up, smiled, and said, "Fat brother."
Fat Brother is a fifth-year soldier. His real name is Tian Jiao. However, because of his body shape, he has been nicknamed "Tian Big Fat" by his superiors and veterans at the same level. The new recruits call him Fat Brother.
"Why are you up so early? Are you okay with your injuries?"
"It's okay." After saying that, he looked around and found that Xi Mei was not chasing her. Han Qingyu got up, hesitated and asked, "What's wrong, Fat Brother, you don't seem to be in a good mood?"
Big Fatty Tian turned his head and looked in the direction of the airport in the distance.
"At around three o'clock, several large transport planes came, and at least 200 heavy-duty armored vehicles arrived overnight. In addition, reinforcements kept coming." He paused and said, "I guess, we We’re going to attack the mountain.”
After that, he threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it in the snow.
Attack the mountain and fight straight up! Han Qingyu turned his head and glanced at the snow-capped mountains. The casualties caused by directly attacking the mountains were unimaginable.
After breakfast.
The news basically spread throughout the entire army camp.
Frontline command room.
The war preparation meeting has been held all night.
Attacking the mountain has become an inevitable decision. There are three main problems that the coalition forces have to face now:
First, how to prevent Dajian from returning to the giant ship to recover after being injured;
Second, if communications on the mountain are interfered with, how can we understand the fighting situation everywhere?
Third, how to prevent all the big peaks from returning to the top of the mountain and holding on to the giant ship.
The discussion ended at around 9 o'clock in the morning. Nitesh, commander of the Indian Army, as the supreme commander of the front line, made the final decision-making speech:
"Ring the mountain, about one-third of the way down from the top of the mountain, use an elite team to establish a circular blocking zone and hold on to it."
"According to the information from White Eraser and Merida, communication is possible within 200 meters, so you still need to bring a communication device...and then bring a flag. 200 meters away, everyone will use the flag as a signal. The flag is there and the people are at the position."
"In the next three days, we will first use a small group of elite troops to continuously harass and seduce, so that the big leaders can return to the generally dispersed state before the "Voice" operation. After three days, we will attack the mountain."
"Battle name: Flag War."
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