The main function of the Noslan Spear Throwing Formation is to blast away, or force apart, two relatively dense groups of large spikes. The actual killing effect is not great.
The attack mode is dominated by the surge of human body energy. The power of the source energy relies on the transmission of dead iron. It is common sense that the power of the weapon will be weakened if the weapon is released.
The same goes for Han Qingyu's Rusty Girl Livorous Slash. It excels in attack distance and surprise. The actual attack power is actually weaker than a normal attack. The farther away it is, the weaker it becomes.
Moreover, after the sword is released, it will only move according to the preset simple trajectory. It cannot be remotely controlled or turned, and it will not come back.
The actual combat situation, in Wen Jifei's words, is: it's very cool to draw the knife, and then you have to pick it up... If there are too many people to pick it up, it will be miserable, and what's even worse is that it may be picked up by others.
In response to this, Han Qingyu usually thinks of following the knife. The knife goes out, and the person uses speed to catch up and catch the knife.
But in front of us is a large battlefield with many enemies and strong individual strength. This method does not seem to be very suitable.
The blue light pillar sword is different, at least it will fly back. After the bone source penetrated, Han Qingyu was also sure that Zhujian would not be snatched back by Red Shoulder.
Similar to the function of Noslan's spear-throwing array, the first wave of 200 heavy-duty full armor scattered on the battlefield by Azure did not have effective killing as its main purpose.
They are not like the rusty girls who are almost integrated with the armor. Their movements are very inflexible and their attack power is not high.
However, heavy armor has good defensive attributes. When thrown into the battlefield, it is like planting stakes, each attracting and restraining the surrounding spikes to prevent them from gathering together in large numbers.
However, the heavy armor's defense could not last long, and the two large sharp groups dispersed by the spear array would not stand there forever.
Those who are really responsible for the cutting and the first wave of killing are still the elite teams that rush into the battlefield immediately afterwards.
The commander of this battle divided each elite team into two or three charge formations... At this moment, more than a hundred streams of light in front were already involved in the ice and snow battlefield.
The charging scene on the battlefield, standing from behind, looks like hundreds of super speedboats, speeding through the waves at the same time on the sea.
The sound of dead iron clashing sounded intensively.
Following the predetermined route, flags fluttered one after another, and they quickly passed through the battlefield amidst the fighting along the way, heading into the depths of the snow and fog.
In this round, the elite team does not seek to kill a large number of people, but to complete effective divisions. Then, before the main ship issues an alarm, go up to a high predetermined position, establish a circular position, lock as many large sharp partitions as possible below, and disperse and annihilate them.
Then, focus on attacking the main ship.
Otherwise, with 1,200 big-pointed weapons, Wei Lan would not be able to break through the formation and attack the main ship.
In this way, the strategy for the early stage of this battle has been implemented.
So far, the separated giants at the bottom of the battlefield still don't seem to have reacted. They just look for targets nearby and start fighting, without any strategy or response.
Black armor with big spikes is quite stupid. This has been proven by human beings through battlefield practices and experiments over the past nearly one hundred years.
Just like Wei Lan has tried to deal with Big Tip with all the methods they can think of, sound waves, viruses, corrosion, poison gas, radiation...
However, the result of the attempt only proved once again that dead iron and source energy violated human cognition. The human body's source energy is transmitted, and the fixed pattern of dead iron breaking defense has not been broken.
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There are more than 30,000 people in an ordinary battle formation. The soldiers hold fixed swords tightly in their palms.
According to the pre-war arrangement, there was an entry interval of 5 to 15 seconds between them and the elite team. Team 1777 lined up at the rear of the array, waiting.
"Tangtang, look at Qingzi." Liu Shiheng suddenly whispered.
"Huh?" He Tangtang turned his head and glanced blankly, not seeing anything unusual, and said, "What's wrong? Isn't he always like this? He doesn't have any expression, he just seems to be thinking about something."
"The look in his eyes is different. Today... if you look at him, he might be thinking, when I get over, I'll kill them all." Liu Shiheng muttered with a smile.
In fact, except for a few people, most of the people in the 1777 team had never seen Han Qingyu fighting at full strength.
Last time? Last time he just kept running.
...The collective vibration of the source energy device gradually approached from the front.
"3, 2, attack!" Lao Jian gave the order, and the equipment of the 1777 team roared collectively and rushed towards the battlefield.
In the device state, people are running very fast, the wind is whistling in their ears, and the snowflakes in the air are like rain, hitting their faces and bodies.
"Isn't this speed too slow for you?!" Lao Jian suddenly spoke and shouted loudly during the charge.
In fact, the two were very close, but their voices were blown away by the wind.
Han Qingyu reluctantly heard it, turned to look at the labor team, his eyes were confused, and he did not answer.
"You should be up there, I know."
This child is destined to be extraordinary, Lao Jian knows it very well. As a top combat force, he was the one who just took the Red Shoulder Slash and took away its weapons a few days ago, but now he stayed on the battlefield of the ordinary team for the sake of the 1777 team.
He should have been up there, should have done more, and was capable of more. So, maybe he feels a little guilty and regretful?
"Go! You can go when you need to go later and help... don't worry about us." Lao Jian smiled heartily, the wind and rain hit her face, and said loudly: "Don't worry, we 1777 can withstand it."
Han Qingyu turned to look at him, hesitated, and then nodded.
He does have such a mentality, but it's not that he wants to show off his strength or make meritorious deeds. Except for meritorious service, other meritorious deeds are a bit numb to him now.
However, because he knew the threat he posed to the main ship, Han Qingyu felt that if he was also on it, he should have the opportunity to reduce some sacrifices.
In this battle, the role of the elite squad above was like a squad platoon that fought to the death on the battlefield during the war. In order to achieve the strategic goal, the battle was fought to the death of every soldier, which was bound to be extremely brutal.
The battlefield is right in front of us, and the pace of the attack doesn't stop.
"Have you ever heard of Feng Lang Ju Xu?!" Lao Jian suddenly asked again.
"...I've heard of it." Han Qingyu nodded blankly, not knowing what he meant.
In terms of past experience, he and Lao Dui have two different values. Lao Dui values the belief and honor of Weilan above everything else, including life.
As a pure blue soldier, a former university teacher, and now a frontline warrior for eleven years, Captain Lao smiled brightly at Han Qingyu, turned back, and pointed the sword in his hand directly at the height of the snow-capped mountains.
"There is no wolf Juxu here. But you can leave your name on the top of Xilang Peak."
The words fell.
1777 were culled to the predetermined area.
Several surrounding teams have already engaged and are fighting hard. In sight, a seriously injured Bhutanese soldier was hanging on the back of a big sword, roaring and struggling, trying in vain to block the movement of the big sword for his teammates...
Every second is a bloody battle, retain, eliminate, retain as many as possible, eliminate as quickly as possible... This is the mission and belief of everyone in the ordinary battle formation.
Humanity has used the most primitive and chaotic fighting methods.
"Targets ahead, three..."
Before Lao Jian finished speaking, beside him,
"Ode!"
Source energy explodes, a sound that can be heard everywhere on the battlefield. However, the vibrating sound that this sound source can erupt is a bit too majestic for the 1777 members present and the surrounding teams.
On the spot, even Wu Shi and Shen Yixiu were stunned for a moment. They all knew that Han Qingyu was in a fighting state that could explode to the extreme, but they did not expect that he would explode with all his strength at the beginning of breaking into the battlefield today, in an ordinary battle formation where it seemed that there was no need to do so.
"Now that we are in a normal battlefield, if we kill one more, we will save many lives." This was Han Qingyu's idea, so he did not hold back and turned on the four turbines directly.
Probably because there was an explosion a few days ago, the body has not yet finished digesting it. This time, when the three metal blocks melted into the body... the life source energy has begun to overflow, and the bone source surges...
Under this situation, Han Qingyu still gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and forcefully swallowed the fourth piece. He wants to increase the intensity.
11 pieces of metal, it doesn’t matter if they are used up today.
And after the battle is won, there will be at least more than 300 shuttle aircraft here, and there will also be... the main ship on the top of the mountain? That, forget it first.
At this moment, among the briefly focused gazes from all around, Han Qingyu's charging figure had already passed between the two big peaks.
There was a sound of astonishment.
One of them had a large pointed head, and people screamed and lost their voices.
At the same time, Han Qingyu was spinning back in the air, slashing a semicircle counterclockwise with the blade in his hand, "feng...ong!" A sonic boom exploded in the air, which could be heard within a kilometer radius.
Then "Crack!"
The dead iron didn't even make the sound of metal shattering, and a clear and huge sound of cutting was heard.
Before people could turn away, half of Da Jian's neck was cut open, and then the entire heavy head tilted to the side... and fell down stiffly.
The big tip begins to self-destruct. But no one cares about the injuries caused by the rain of fragments... In this battlefield where every second counts and death counts.
Just, "Is he an instant kill?!"
"In an ordinary battle formation, someone kills Dajian instantly?!"
"Qingzi, he can already kill Dajian instantly?!"
"Roar!" The next second, excited voices erupted in the entire area, "Kill!"
Not far away, the Bhutanese soldier who had just been thrown away from his back by a sharp point and was seriously injured was seen twisting his body in the air...
He used his last remaining bit of consciousness to laugh, a bright and proud smile.
So happy, so happy. How do you say "kill" in Chinese? He wanted to say something.
At this moment, the large-pointed pillar sword was piercing him straight, but he was smiling.
He will be pierced...
Then, "Dang!"
A whirling dead iron straight knife missed the pillar sword.
The two formations of 1777 have taken over one of the two remaining giants in the target area. Wu Shi and Xi Mei are working together to kill the other one. Han Qingyu is very relieved. He will start guerrillas on the entire battlefield and may not be able to save many people. , however, you can kill more and do more.
"Dang!" After colliding with the pillar sword, the sword flew into the air and flew into the distance.
Han Qingyu couldn't reach it and didn't look at it. At the same time as he rushed, he drew out another dead iron straight knife from his back with his right hand and continued to attack the big body from the side.
"Huh... Huh!" The big sharp sword turned around and slashed horizontally at the same time. Han Qingyu blocked it with his sword.
Because his body was in the air and part of the force of the impact was relieved, his current body state did not fly out, but moved in the direction of the horizontal slash of the pillar sword... just like that, he approached the back of the big pointed neck.
"What a chance! If only he still had the other knife..." People suddenly thought and began to feel sorry.
"Bang!" A gunshot sounded. A rare and strange gunshot sounded suddenly in the blue battle formation.
"Dang." Han Qingyu's other sword that had just flown out was directly hit back by an 18mm bullet in the air.
In an exaggerated look.
Han Qingyu caught the knife from the air with his left hand, then waved his arm directly, "Tian!"
The sword cut a deep bloody gash on the side of the big pointed neck...and then cut in the opposite direction and landed on the ground.
The moment Han Qingyu landed on the ground, his body didn't stop at all. He squatted slightly and straightened up. He held his two swords behind his back and thrust them into the back of its shoulders... and pulled down.
This big point is not dead yet, but it is close to death.
The second one!
"..."
This time, there was no roar like before, and excitement and shock were in everyone's eyes and hearts. All along, individually speaking, human beings have been the target of slaughter in front of Dajian. Ordinary teams are prone to sacrifice even if they form a formation to besiege.
But at this moment, a strange scene was unfolding on this battlefield... Someone was killing Dajian.
