Han Qingyu had chopped off the big tip in the air, more than once, from the cliff, from the flying jeep, and even from the helicopter...
His last slash at the 101 Medical Station had no name, but because of the image of the knife splitting the moonlight, people later called it the split-moon slash.
And just now, just a few hours ago, he almost fought alone with a red shoulder, fighting to the end... standing on the ice and snow cliff, with the blue flag on his shoulder.
These are probably good pictures in the eyes of war reporters or people who listen to stories, and they may be heard and legendary in the future.
But not this time. When Han Qingyu hit the source energy field for the first time, he was knocked away and vomited blood... Then he hit again, and he was hugged tightly by four blue-colored figures, leaving only a mess. It can be described.
He was in a sorry state.
However, he didn't have time.
Behind him was a life-and-death battle, and the people fighting there were his two companions who had left and returned. With the strength of Wu Shi and Xi Mei, it is impossible to block more than twenty blue-tinted spikes, just like Han Qingyu himself cannot do it.
Just because the passage itself has a fixed width, it is impossible for the twenty blues to form a frontal attack. They can barely hold on for a while, just for a while, and this moment will be very short... Soon, they will die.
Then maybe the little red shoulder will come down, and maybe the tow field will be done soon...
So, at that moment, Han Qingyu started to act recklessly. Just like that, without any distracting thoughts, he moved forward step by step, dragging four blue-colored spikes into the source energy field that was shaped like a traction field cover.
With the support of the blue light pillar sword that was immediately inserted into the ground, and the weight of the four large blue points on his body, he stood still in the solid source energy field.
Stop this...it's so stupid. Just like a normal person putting themselves in the middle of the highway.
The silent impact of the source energy field struck him continuously, like a speeding heavy truck, crashing into him head-on again and again.
The blood was not vomited out, it was overflowing from the mouth and kept flowing out.
Then, with another step, he stepped into the traction field. "I'm going to fuck you." Han Qingyu cursed in his heart when he took this step.
He couldn't move.
The huge metal source can firmly fix him in the field, and then continue to pour into his body.
This should be a very happy thing, but damn, I can't bear it!
Normally, the life source energy is stimulated to overflow. After Han Qingyu took four or five yuan, his body's meridians and blood vessels would feel splitting pain. At this moment, he felt like he was about to explode...
Han Qingyu felt as if he was being treated as another metal pillar in the traction field by the large amount of metal energy all over the ground... Damn it, won't there be lightning on me later? And then a pillar of light? !
Just like him, the four large blue bodies he dragged into the source energy field were also unable to move at this time.
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"Pang!" The sound of the iron wall breaking came.
Then there were loud instructions in various languages.
Liu Yiwu's voice shouted anxiously: "Leave some people to block it, and the others will follow me!" Wei Lan left some people to block the remaining blue tips on the first floor, and the others entered the second floor.
There was another moment of confusion.
"Not here...what is this?!"
"Red Shoulder...Red Shoulder is here."
"Block it, block it here." The little red shoulder who had just left the command room was blocked from the exit of the command room by the blue warriors pouring down one after another.
"Down below, others continue down."
"...bump it away."
The Dajian main ship went down to the second level. This time, there was no Dajian blocking the front of the Nepalese front commander Bird Budaya.
Holding the large piece of debris, he hit it with all his strength twice in a row, "Crack."
The iron wall shattered, and the downward passage opened...
Bird Budaya turned back. This small, middle-aged officer, who is said to have been a monk for many years, had previously kept his voice low and rarely participated in opinions due to the weakness of the Nepalese front army.
In this battle, the people from the Indian and German fronts dared to say that they wanted to make up for their mistakes, and then they brought in 15,000 people and two super combatants to join the battle.
However, in fact, the Nepalese who are also responsible for the incident cannot do it. They are not that strong, do not have many elites, and do not have super combat power.
Turning around at this moment, Bird Budaya's somewhat dark face finally broke out into a bright smile... Finally, we did something great and important, and finally made up for our share.
Finally, I felt proud, no longer guilty, and no longer had to lower my head... The few elites of the Nepalese Front Army present were cheering for their commanders and honoring the flag of the Nepalese Front Army on their chests.
Looking at them, Bird Budaya smiled happily, standing in the downward gap, waving for them to move forward... and then, after the fierce charge, stayed alone on the side of the gap.
"Bah!"
Due to being cut by the edge of the fragment, his hands, which had long been covered with blood, suddenly relaxed weakly... The large fragment that Bird Budaya had been holding in front of him fell to the ground.
In front of him, there was a bloody hole.
That was when he hit the iron wall on the first level and was blocked by a large blue tip.
That's it, he broke through two iron walls in a row.
Raising his head, Bird Budaya breathed heavily, leaned against the wall, and sat down slowly...smiling in pain.
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"Help." The first moment Liu Yiwu entered the second floor, he saw the back figures of Wu Shi and Xi Mei who were desperately trying to hold off the Dajian group...their fighting figures.
Hundreds of soldiers followed the order and charged forward.
Liu Yiwu jumped off the iron box, "Where's the traction field?!" He looked back and saw the picture of the traction field unfolding in front of him... That boy? ! Sure enough, there.
At this time, Han Qingyu, who was standing in the traction field, was already covered in blood. Blazing electric light and metal pillars with beams reaching into the sky surrounded him...
This scene made many charging blue elites stand still.
It was shocking. It turned out that he was really attacking the traction field. Three people were attacking the traction field directly.
Then there was uneasiness and confusion. No one in Weilan had ever seen the traction field and didn't know what was going on. "So, what should we do now?"
"Save...help..." Liu Yiwu hesitated, not knowing how to give the order, or whether he should give the order directly.
Facing the blue commander and soldiers swarming over.
Han Qingyu raised his head with difficulty, then slowly shook his head from side to side, "Don't come in."
The sound is very small.
Unable to hear at all, "What did he say?!" People asked each other anxiously, looking at the towing field.
At this moment,
"boom!"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Next to Han Qingyu, four blue-tinted bodies suddenly exploded in succession and broke into pieces.
Understand, ordinary people cannot withstand the energy of the traction field, not even the big blue tip... Han Qingyu looks like he can no longer support it.
"Where are the supers? Why haven't those supers below come up yet?!" Liu Yiwu yelled angrily, but those supers, who were forced away from the main ship by the red shoulder and 300 blue ones from the beginning, fell into a bitter battle. In fact, they have not yet come up. How long has passed.
Now even if they choose to sacrifice two of them and fight out, it will probably be too late.
"Qingzi." Wu Shi and Xi Mei tried to rush over, but Liu Yiwu had someone stop them.
Dead end? !
Is it enough to fill in all the hundreds of people here? !
The commanders present looked at each other and prepared to make the final decision.
"Chi!" A short sound of iron rubbing against iron suddenly came.
The person who heard it looked at him and said, "He..."
"He seemed to move."
"...It seems like he is drawing a sword."
The guy who looked like he had been completely suppressed by the heavy and sticky energy stood there as if dead, unable to even straighten his body.
But... he seemed to be drawing his sword.
Is it? Did you see it wrong? !
There is almost no distance between the source energy shield and the traction field. One of Han Qingyu's hands has been holding the blue light pillar sword from beginning to end. Now the traction field will not knock him away... Now, he is drawing the sword.
"Hi!" Another voice.
This time, everyone saw clearly that the blue light pillar sword was pulled out two inches from the dead iron ground.
three inches,
five inches,
…
There was no roar, no violent movements, not even facial expressions or physical reactions, just the bleeding hand drawing the sword, once, twice...
"I'm about to explode. I'm so stupid." Han Qingyu thought. He didn't have any ideas, let alone any emotion. All he had now was the desire to survive.
If he doesn't do something, he's going to explode.
"Chi, chi...Keng!"
With just a very light sound, the pillar sword left the ground.
