When Yang Qingbai came to pick him up, he was wearing a neat first-line pilot uniform, sunglasses, and held his flight hat by his side.
This made him look different from usual, with a sense of formality.
In fact, he even went out of his way to get a haircut before coming here, buying mousse to smooth back the long part in front. Apply so that even if you wear a hat and then take it off, it will not affect the neatness.
In this way, it probably looks a bit like the elite pilots in the movies.
Yes, even pilots must be the most elite now. Otherwise, how can they match today's 1777, and how can they match the flags flying on Mount Hilang and the stream of light soaring into the sky? !
He lowered his head and recalled the days when he was a new recruit, grabbing meat together. Qingzi stuffed beef stew into his mouth while running, and everyone chased after him, trying to lick his fingers... Yang Qingbai couldn't help but laugh.
He thought that his choice to come back from Young Eagle was just to reunite with his brothers, but he didn't expect that the subsequent unfolding would be such a magnificent story.
Soon, four people, Han Qingyu and Han Qingyu, dressed in regular military uniforms, emerged from the woods. After a brief greeting, they boarded the plane directly.
Not many people were informed of their early departure.
The helicopter hovered from a hidden position behind the mountain and climbed as high as possible. The thousands of stretching military tents gradually turned into clumps of savagely growing mushrooms below the line of sight, and the towering snow peaks disappeared from the sides and rear.
From the south to the north of Xilang Peak, returning to the border of Huaxian Asia... The white ice and snow receded, and the plateau and green grass gradually unfolded in their sight.
"Qingqing, take a look at this. Turn around when you're almost there. Let's go here first."
Han Qingyu reached out and handed Yang Qingbai the note given by Lao Jian, which contained the address of Fatty Tian's hometown.
After excluding those who were relocated this time, the Tian family is probably the group of residents closest to the Xilangfeng battlefield among those who stayed.
"Oh, okay." Yang Qingbai wisely did not ask the reason. He took the simple map specially drawn by the army and looked at it carefully, then changed the course and flew to the side.
At the same time, on the other side of the snow-capped mountain battlefield, Nepal is a mysterious and friendly country.
For the ordinary people here, their most popular topic in the past two days was the strange and grand light that appeared on Mount Hilang that night earlier.
There were not many people who saw that scene, and many people knelt down and prayed from a distance. The eminent monks from nearby temples also quickly began to host some related ceremonies and explanations after the incident.
During the loss, some mountain people ran in from the outside and excitedly reported to the monks, claiming to have seen the snow monster and the huge footprints left by the snow monster, and saw the illusion of the snow turning red...
The intelligence officers of the Nepalese front army hidden in the crowd listened quietly, letting the man dance and describe what he saw to the side, and letting the monks make their usual mysterious interpretations.
"If possible, I actually hope they can do a ceremony for General Bird Budaya. The general was a monk living in the temple before joining Azure." One intelligence officer turned to the other and whispered.
The other thought for a while, "Then let's do it. May the general's soul rest in peace."
The two clasped their hands in the crowd.
The emotions of the Azure Nepal Front Army are a bit complicated now. News from the front line has come back... General Bird Budaya used his own sacrifice on the top of the snow peak to wash away the mistakes of the Nepal Front Army and win respect for them in the entire alliance. However, The beloved little general would never come back.
Perhaps, he will stay there forever, facing the south, forever watching and guarding this country he loves deeply, and his young soldiers.
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At the same time, there is an independent territory in Nepal, the third fixed exploration place of Azure. From the secluded French manor extending to Annapurna...
The continuous mountain peaks were once the proving ground for many talented young people.
And hidden under the mountain peaks,
A long tunnel with fine construction craftsmanship, deep and wide.
At the end of this tunnel is a splendidly decorated room. The rococo-style interior decoration looks particularly weird due to some special arrangements.
The mural of Jehovah was painted on the roof with extraordinary techniques, dripping with flesh and blood.
Many of the legendary lost paintings by famous artists are here, hanging on the walls. Taking out any one of them may shock the entire art world and auction world.
At the same time, there were hundreds of metal blocks placed in the cupboards on the wall.
"Ta...ta..." The sound of leather shoes on the smooth ground was clear and echoed in the tunnel.
The man who is walking is about 27 or 27 years old. He has shoulder-length curly hair. He cannot be said to be handsome, but he has the aura of a European aristocrat and the temperament of an artist.
At this moment, if Han Qingyu and others or anyone else who had participated in the trial were present and saw this scene and him, they would recognize him:
This man is called Charles Alphonse. As the only representative of the Alphonse family who showed up, he gave a speech to welcome the young people who came here to participate in the trial.
According to Hua Xiya's algorithm, Charles should be the great-great-grandson of the famous Mr. Alphonse in history.
"News from the front line has returned."
Charles walked into the room and spoke to the front, but did not address him.
This was probably because there were too many family members lying in front of him at the same time.
There were four bed-like chairs there.
On one of the chairs in the middle, Alphonse, the first generation owner of the Starry Blue Medal, who was recorded to be at least 120 years old, was lying there, but he looked to be only about sixty years old.
On both sides, his son Ziller, 92 years old, looks about fifty years old; grandson Denis, 70 years old, also looks about fifty years old.
The other is his great-grandson, Eric Alphonse, who is 49 years old, but looks about thirty-four or five years old. As a biological father, he does not look much older than his son Charles.
"Really? In such a war, the casualties among the soldiers must be very serious, right?" Alphonse spoke with a very loving and distressed look and tone.
However, at this time, in front of the four of them, a tall black device was operating.
The main body of the device is a metal tank, which contains hundreds of corpses made of iron sheets. Those faces are all young, they are the blue young geniuses who died in the trial field in the past.
Visible to the naked eye, corpses are gradually decaying in the metal tank... A pipe made of strange material extends from the device and is connected to Alphonse's heart interface.
The blue liquid mixed with light red liquid was slowly surging toward him, and then passed through him, dispersed part of it, and poured into the other three people next to him.
"Yes, at least more than 5,000 casualties." Charles replied: "General Bird Budaya, as the top frontline commander of the Nepalese Front, also died this time."
"That's a very good person." Alfonse added and said with emotion: "But we finally won, God bless the blue."
"Yes. But there is one more thing I need to tell you." Charles' eyes darkened, and he raised his voice and said, "That young Chinese-Asian man named Han Qingyu did great things this time..."
As Ciel narrated, the expressions of the elders of the Alphonse family changed, and they sat up from the recliners one after another and removed the connecting pipes on their bodies.
Then he came down and shut down the operation of the device.
Then, the four people lined up and stood together, making praying gestures.
“The Lord gave his disciples to eat his flesh and drink his blood… Flesh is given to us this day for our daily bread, so that we may forgive our debts as we have also forgiven our debtors… May their souls rest in peace… In the Lord in your name forever and ever, Amen.”
A tampered prayer was recited by them in a pious tone.
The scantily clad maid hid in a small room in the corner and saw them finishing their prayers and taking their seats. She tried her best to overcome the trembling of facing the devil and brought Sri Lankan black tea and exquisite refreshments. She knelt beside the seat, held the tray high and lowered her head. .
"Are you sure it's him? Is it that young Chinese guy?" Alphonse asked after taking an elegant sip of black tea.
"Yes." Charles said: "He has grown faster than we imagined, and his current combat power must have surpassed the top level. And that night, almost everyone in the entire Hilang Peak battlefield was saying the same thing. Words, Starry Blue…He will get the Starry Blue Medal…soon!”
"Click!" On the side, the black tea in Eric's hand poured out, and the tea, together with the cup, fell on the kneeling maid's chest.
The fair skin turned red instantly. The maid gritted her teeth and did not dare to speak.
"You're panicked, Eric." Denis Alphonse turned to his son and said, but in fact, there was panic and fear in his own eyes, as well as a hint of ferocity.
The family is almost certain that the young Chinese man named Han Qingyu has penetrated their secrets. And this person is about to receive the Starry Blue Medal.
This is a completely unexpected development.
Then, what will he do? !
"Yes. But I think my panic is not funny, not at all. This incident had already been a fatal mistake when I didn't kill him decisively. The Alphonse family lasted too long The comfort has made us too cowardly, father, grandfather..." Eric retorted directly.
No one responded.
Eric thought for a while, continued to speak, and made a suggestion: "Since the frontline troops have not withdrawn yet, and he is also seriously injured, I think we should not miss this opportunity again... This may be the last chance."
He asked for advice with his eyes.
As the leader of the family, Alphonse turned his head and looked at his great-grandson, "I think you are right, Eric."
"So……"
"Go, you, Denis and Charles, go and do something for the family. When the crisis comes, the Alphonse family should indeed get more involved in blue things... Then, let's start by joining and helping the Nepalese Front Army. , Deni, you will immediately replace Bird Budaya and go to the front line. Eric, Charles, and our elite family soldiers who will join the Nepali side tomorrow will go with you."
"But his combat power has surpassed the top level, grandfather..." Deni stood up and said.
"Sean is also at the top. He will go with you." Alphonse glanced at his grandson with sharp eyes.
"Yes, Grandpa." Deni felt reassured and simply agreed.
"Then", Alphonse stood up, gestured to the device in front of him with his eyes, and said to his son Ziller, "You are responsible for destroying everything here, Ziller... don't regret it... we must be prepared for both. For example, when another If this possibility arises, we may have to go to the Azure Military Court and start a long confrontation between two holders of the Starry Azure Medal."
