Because of the logical judgment of Han Qingyu's behavior, he was worried that the aircraft would be carried away again, and there was no way to catch up and intercept it. The commander of Dajian simply self-destructed all the remaining shuttle aircraft, more than 300 of them.
Because they really couldn't stand the constant harassment of the unkillable bug, which caused the traction field to continue to be unstable, they had no choice but to reduce the scope of the source energy field.
These are unclear and unclear to humans, including Han Qingyu. He just thought that he finally won the fight, and then he was ready to harvest the huge loot in front of him.
However, just now, the blue commanders at the rear, who could not stand it with tears in their eyes, sent reinforcements...
Yan Fuwen is 19 years old and comes from the Kuanglan Squadron of the Fourth Army. He is a young but talented rural boy. He heard that Han Qingyu seemed to be a child from the countryside, so he always felt kind to her.
However, among geniuses of the same age, admiration is definitely not something to be called. On the one hand, I really admire you, but on the other hand, I still hold back my anger and think that I will not lose if I work hard in the future.
As one of the forty reinforcements who responded to the call, Yan Fuwen was prepared to sacrifice.
Even the commanders below didn't know why he was knocked off the ground again and again. Rough guess: There might be a huge trap there.
In fact, this peripheral source energy field may really have some impact and hindrance on the attack, but now that it has retreated, no one can verify it for the time being.
At this moment, Yan Fuwen, like everyone around him, was determined to be seriously injured or even die, and resolutely rushed into the snowy slope where Han Qingyu had just been thrown away...
Because since someone like Han Qingyu, who could withstand the red shoulder slash, was thrown away time and time again and vomited blood, there was a high probability that they would not be able to withstand it.
Then, they were stunned and asked, "Why is nothing happening?"
"So, has he successfully destroyed the trap?!"
"Look at the blood all over his body."
The reinforcements of the blue warriors braked and stopped. They were collectively confused for a while, because they did not receive follow-up orders, but they saw the metal block in the snow and picked it up reflexively.
"Hey, here's a piece too..."
"I have some here too."
"..." Han Qingyu was very sad now.
What are you doing? What the hell, are you sent here to snatch metal pieces from me? ! And so many people came at once!
These soldiers must hand over the metal pieces they picked up, but Han Qingyu... didn't hand over the ones he picked up. So he couldn't let them see him picking up pieces of metal too.
Raising his hands to cover his face, Han Qingyu ducked around the crowd. Under the cover of an ice rock, he plunged into the snow and began to search desperately.
He could actually absorb it directly through ice and snow, but that wouldn't be able to absorb too much, and since he was not in combat mode right now, it would be a waste of resources to do so.
In the end, Han Qingyu, Wu Shi, and Xi Mei collected 34 yuan together.
Compared with before, it’s a lot! There are so many! But when I think about the other 200 and nearly 300 yuan that were picked up, I feel heartbroken again.
That's too much. Collecting the metal block and placing it close to his body, Han Qingyu lay in the snow nest, feeling angry while listening to Rusty Girl whispering about how she felt when she was completely wrapped in high-purity source energy. He heard her say that her strength might have improved a bit...
"That's good." Han Qingyu finally got some comfort and was about to sit up.
Suddenly, "Tum!...Tum! Tum..."
A huge sound, like the pulse of a mountain range, came from his back and went straight to his heart... Han Qingyu was stunned. It was the source of energy surging from the metal block.
If that was indeed a lump of metal, how big was it? !
I turned around and looked at the location. It might be in the mountain below the Dajian main ship. But it doesn't seem very deep, maybe it's at the bottom of the boat... Then, do it.
"Qingzi, you..." Wu Shi saw Han Qingyu suddenly start digging.
If you want to dig in the ground, I have an iron drill. Because he had cut rocks and built houses in the 1777 station, Wu Shi was now very accustomed to using the sick gun as an iron drill, and it came naturally.
"Help, you two." It was too slow to dig alone. Han Qingyu thought that when the digging was almost done, he would let Wu Shi and Xi Mei go first. He was still very confident in his ability to withstand a beating and his speed in escaping. .
"Okay." Bing Gu's gun blasted directly into the ice and rocks, breaking through the earth and rocks.
At this time, it was already the evening of August 27, around ten o'clock.
About 400 meters below the circular position, a large black armored figure was killed, fell to the ground and began to self-destruct. Lu Chengzhong quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed Cao Miao's shoulder, grabbed his downward body, and pulled him back.
"Okay, stop the bleeding." Feeling the struggle on his hand, Lu Chengzhong increased his strength and shouted sharply, "I said yes!"
Cao Nao was finally calmed down. He looked back at the captain, shook his head and sobered up a little.
"Go back and stop the bleeding. I think it's almost time to prepare to attack the main ship." After speaking, Lu Chengzhong turned around and walked towards the circular position above.
Feeling that Cao Miao was following behind him, he walked and said, "I know you are improving very quickly with this style of play. You always put yourself in a battle of life and death. Anyone will improve very quickly. But if I will feel sorry for you to die now. Within three years, you will reach the top level... In the future, when you grow up and mature, Changdao will definitely be proud of you."
"Um."
"I have to say, you are that kind of born warrior."
"Really? Hehe."
"You're just laughing, don't be complacent, just wait until you beat me one day."
On the snowy slope in the pale moonlight, the old captain led his young soldiers, one after the other, walking upward.
At this time, the sounds of fighting on the battlefield below were very sparse. At the same time, because the blue light of the giant ship on the top of the mountain was condensed, the moonlight became cool and white, and the visibility was also reduced a lot.
On a snowy slope, more than twenty azure warriors who fought to the end were chasing an injured Big Point.
They are the 472nd Squadron of the Sixth Army, and their captain is named Fang Zhong. They had exchanged targets with 1777 during Operation "Voice", but tonight, no matter how difficult and dangerous the situation was, they did not hesitate to back down.
"No more chasing... stop, everyone... we can't catch up." Fang Zhong stopped, bent down and put the knife on the ground, breathing hard, and said: "That's it, this one is also delivering food, don't chase. That’s it, brothers.”
On the snowy slope, the soldiers stopped one after another.
But there is still a figure, carrying a knife, running behind Dajian.
"Wu Lian...Wu Lian! Stop chasing." The soldiers shouted together.
"Martial arts!"
Finally, they stopped the young warrior named Wu Lian.
Wu Lian stopped at a high place, paused for a moment and then turned back... His vision was a little blurry and his voice was weak. He asked blankly: "Aren't you going to chase anymore? Is the fight over? Have we already won?"
No one answered him. Because until this moment, they could clearly see the two deep wounds on Wu Lian's chest and the blood all over his body under the moonlight.
After Wu Lian finished asking... he looked at everyone and smiled, then slowly leaned forward and fell to the ground.
"Martial arts!"
All the people in 472 rushed forward.
"Wu Lian, Wu Lian... wake up." Fang Zhong squatted on the ground, hugged him, and kept shouting. He wanted to slap his face with his hands, but he was afraid that his trembling hands would inadvertently force him. .
"I... didn't even know the fight was over, hey." Wu Lian opened his eyes and while speaking, looked down at the wounds on his body.
Blood has soaked through his body.
"Hey, I can't seem to go back." He raised his head and said to everyone.
Everyone was silent, some shed tears and turned their heads to one side, some were sobbing but trying their best to endure it, some tried to press the wound on Wu Lian's body, but the wound was too deep and long...
"Stop pressing it, you can't hold it down, Sister Weiwei."
"No, no..." The female squad leader shook her head desperately and refused to let go, blood gushing out from between her fingers.
"I dreamed of marrying you home."
The superior soldier Wu Lian closed his eyes after finishing speaking.
Lost breath.
An ordinary warrior named Wu Lian will never go back. He had a crush on a female squad leader named Wei Wei in the team, and he dreamed of marrying her back home, but no one knew about it.
That night, whether it was Chinese Asia, India, Bhutan, Mexico... elite teams or ordinary soldiers, many people would never go back. Someone might be waiting for them to get home.
Maybe they don't know the person they want to take home yet. Or maybe you know it but haven’t had time to agree.
At this point, the battle under the ring formation has basically ended, and the field medics are running around. On the ice and snow battlefield that has become dim due to the loss of blue light, countless figures sit down and lie down.
Someone lit a cigarette.
Some people are looking for their missing comrades.
Some people were sitting together, supporting each other, and talking quietly.
Lao Jian is ordering someone...
Wen Jifei, He Tangtang, and Liu Shiheng found them and reported back to the team.
On the circular position, the commanders have begun to arrange the final attack on the main ship.
The entire elite team is replacing energy blocks.
In this final battle, ordinary battle formations will no longer join.
"The situation of the main ship is unclear, so we can only use super combat power to clear the way, and then..."
"Report, the Ninth Army has a white eraser and its combat power is intact. Please fight the first echelon to attack!"
"The Gurkhas never shy away from battle."
"..."
Various languages, various voices of discussions and petitions made the area around the circular position a bit chaotic and noisy.
Suddenly, the speaker paused because a faint sound came into their ears...
The noise gradually died down. From the battlefield below that had been silent just now, there was singing coming from the night.
"I have a sharp edge, I take off my old robe and join the army,
Hit the middle stream and pull back the great harmony.
There are countless men in ancient and modern times. How many husbands are there among them?
Broken yellow dust, performing meritorious deeds in the sky,
Since his death, his blood is still red. "
That is the military song of the Chinese Asian Front Army, but in fact, every country's Azure Front Army has a military song with the same melody, so they also hum it in harmony.
"I have a red tassel, which can bind the blue dragon..."
