Fenglong'ao always feels peaceful in the evening. People cooling off from the heat after meals will go out of their homes, swinging cattail fans and chatting about their parents' shortcomings. Children will go to other people's homes to watch TV.
So children who have a TV at home are always proud. Of course, some people are not so willing. They think there are too many people watching TV, which wastes stools and water.
Just after dinner time, the canteen of Han's Parking Shop was busy with the Autumn Movie Screening Team Going to the Countryside, and many people were sitting on the rows of stools.
"Qingzi's father." Mother Han suddenly shouted while sitting.
"What's wrong?" Han Youshan framed an empty beer bottle and turned around to ask.
"Come over and watch the news. The news says there's a big snowman." There are few new things for the farmers. Mother Han looked at the TV screen with a somewhat excited expression.
"Snowman? What is a snowman?" I thought building a snowman would make the news? While wiping his hands, Han Youshan walked over and said, "I'm still thinking about why Qingzi hasn't received a letter since he went back last time."
He walked to the front of the TV and stood next to his wife.
On the black and white TV screen, the news host was broadcasting seriously, saying that the legend of the existence of the Yeti tribe on Mount Hilang had finally been confirmed by scientific research recently.
"Experts have judged that it is precisely because of the natural disasters and environmental changes that occurred on Mount Hilang some time ago that snowmen have descended from the mountain in recent days... At present, relevant areas in our country are organizing the evacuation of people and are actively responding to it to ensure the lives of the people. Property damage is minimized.”
"At the same time, experts say panic is completely unnecessary..."
Three or four tall figures appeared on the screen, blurred in the wind and snow.
There was an uproar in the small dining hall.
Mother Han stretched out her hand, tugged at the hem of her husband's clothes, and said, "Look, let's not panic. Such a big thing running so fast must be very ferocious."
"What are you afraid of?" Han Youshan looked a little vain at first glance, but said: "We have troops, send them up, put in machine guns, and shoot them for a while. How can they not die? There are also cannons..."
My wife suddenly stopped talking. Han Youshan lowered his head as he spoke, and found that his wife was looking up at him with something wrong in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Han Youshan asked worriedly.
"They won't send our young son up, will they?" Mother Han said anxiously: "The officer at the Human Armed Forces Department was drunk last time. He said that our young son is most likely to be in the secret special forces, otherwise it would not be easy to achieve such great achievements."
"Ah", Han Youshan responded, slowly raised his head, with worried eyes, and looked at the snowman on the TV again... This thing looked really scary. Even my Qingzi didn't dare to go out to pee in the middle of the night. He was afraid of being scared. Peed.
Reaching out and patting his wife on the shoulder, Han Youshan said: "No, our Qingzi is only a one-year recruit, so it's not his turn. Besides, even if he does go, he has a gun. And our family Qingzi runs fast and reacts quickly. He used to grab snakes and wrap them around his back, which was so fast that when our father was alive, he was said to be amazing."
The conversation between the couple fell on the ears of the children watching TV.
"Hoo, Brother Qingzi is going to fight the snowman, tu tu tu tu tu tu..."
"biubiubiu..."
"Brother Qingzi fights monsters!"
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The specially-built off-road Jeep is parked under the twilight sunset. Its tall wheels and simple and heavy frame make it look like it can't go anywhere.
Water, food, and equipment are all packed. Wen Jifei sat in the driver's seat, leaning back, holding the steering wheel with one hand and picking a cigarette from his mouth with the other.
The right angle made him look like he was picking a half-burned cigarette out of the red sunset on the horizon.
Han Qingyu, Wu Shi and Xi Mei walked in a row from the light and shadow of the setting sun.
The grass is low, and the outline of the human figure is clearly outlined.
The three of them walked forward, the weapons on their backs and hands reflecting the setting sun, and the golden light spots flashed like stars.
"How is it?" Wen Jifei turned his head and asked loudly while patting the cigarette ashes on his chest.
"We agree that we can act alone." Han Qingyu held an unfolded map in his hand, looked at it, and raised his head when he heard the voice.
"I said they would definitely agree. Who are you...you are Major Qing." Wen Jifei smiled proudly, waited for others to get in the car, and turned around and said, "Where are we going?"
Han Qingyu handed him the map in his hand.
"Aung La Ren is wrong. The fault is the lake. Here, the command headquarters said that the route of the large force we followed in 1777 went this way."
"Okay." Wen Jifei carefully identified it for a while, closed his eyes and memorized the approximate route, then folded the map, put it into the inner pocket of his autumn coat, and started the car.
There was no road and no way to find it. The off-road jeep was bumping and flying on the grass under the sunset.
After driving like this for almost two or three hours, they began to see people. Twice, they saw the Azure Team coming out of the depths of the plateau with wounded soldiers and residents.
There are usually not many residents, and they are silent. They hold quilts and clothes in their hands, with their heads lowered. They only turn their heads to look when a vehicle passes by... When they see that the vehicle is going deeper, their eyes become a little confused. Uneasy and worried, they spoke the national language of thanks, advice or blessings.
Along the way, there was still no trace of big tip activity.
"My vision is not good anymore. Do you want to keep walking?" Wen Jifei asked.
"Continue, we won't die anyway." Han Qingyu said.
The off-road Jeep continued to drive forward in the dark night.
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Iqbal is an ordinary D-class private in Bastan's ordinary blue squad. He is currently running on the black grass. He does not dare to run too fast or turn on the lighting equipment.
Next to Iqbal, there was a family of three plateau residents, a couple and their daughter who was about five years old.
The sound of fighting can still be heard, but it is already a bit far away.
There was a blue and black armor there, which their team could not deal with. According to the established combat action plan, they should have evacuated first and then called the elite team for support.
But now, they can't retreat. Someone is using strange flames to attract the big tip in the dark, and those flames fall on their heads. His team mates had just fought tooth and nail to find a way, allowing him and a teammate to take the family of three to go first.
Teammates were dying, and Iqbal's eyes were weeping in the darkness.
The little girl started crying out of fear, and her parents spoke to comfort her.
Iqbal hurriedly walked over, raised his hand and shook it, while covering his mouth. Because of the language barrier, he gestured with his movements. At the same time, he looked at the couple with teary eyes, nervous and even panicked eyes, and shook his head vigorously to signal them not to speak.
In fact, in Bastan, shaking your head does not mean to stop, but fortunately, Iqbal has learned it, and he even knows a few simple Chinese sentences, but those are used on the battlefield.
The plateau resident couple kept their mouths tightly shut.
Iqbal turned his eyes to the little girl... He felt that he should be more friendly so as not to scare her, so he put aside his hand and tried to smile... The mustache on his lips moved, and Iqbal shook his head and whispered Say: "Shhh."
There are more than just big tips here.
There are also hostile forces here, at least thirty or forty people, lurking in the darkness. They don't take the initiative to kill people, let alone fight with Da Jian, but they will guide Da Jian and at a certain distance, hinder the blue people from taking the residents away from the dangerous area.
Thinking logically, it seems that they want to use the residents here to drag down more Blue Team who are in trouble.
Just now, Iqbal and his teammates originally wanted to take the family of three away from the battlefield in another direction, but those people suddenly appeared.
His teammate died there.
The little girl obediently stopped crying, her lips trembling. Iqbal turned around and bowed, signaling for them to learn from him and groping forward in the darkness.
They walked maybe three minutes, or five minutes.
A rustling sound came from both sides behind me...
"It's over. They found us and are chasing us." Iqbal tightly held the sword in his hand and pointed the direction to the family of three, indicating that if he got into a fight later, he asked them to be strong and keep moving forward.
Despite the fact that he knew very well that it would be almost impossible for them to get out.
In the direction where the tip of his knife was pointing at this moment... suddenly, the sound of a jeep engine came from a distance.
Then came the searchlight of the car.
The color of the grass on the ground is revealed.
"Our own people. Yes, it must be our own people. Those maggots in the darkness dare not drive and act in the blue battlefield."
At this moment, Iqbal straightened up desperately and shouted.
They have no way out anyway.
And if reinforcements really arrive, if they know their position a second earlier, more of their teammates may survive.
The Jeep heard it and slowed down as it approached.
Iqbal excitedly led his family of three to greet him.
He saw the man getting off the jeep and the uniform of the Chinese Asian Front Army he was wearing.
"Support?" Iqbal finally remembered a Chinese phrase.
A man on the other side carrying a black spear nodded to him and looked at him silently.
"Big points, blue, and hidden in the darkness..." Iqbal made large body movements and expressed excitedly. As he spoke... his eyes suddenly dimmed.
He saw clearly that there was only one car and four people in front of him.
"One, two, three, four." Iqbal pointed at people with his hands, using this method and the despair in his eyes to express his thoughts at the moment.
"No, you are not enough. There are big blue tips, and there are many enemies."
Iqbal tried to tell them how dangerous it was. He pulled over a family of three residents, tried to put them into the car, and then asked them to run away together.
A figure walked up to him, stopped his movement, and asked: "Dajian? And there is something else, right?"
"Run, run... retreat!" Iqbal did not stop, he looked eager and panicked.
"I'm reinforcements," the other party said.
Iqbal could probably understand the word reinforcements, "But, you only have four people." Iqbal pointed out the number of people again.
"I am The Qing."
This is the first time Han Qingyu calls and introduces himself in this way.
Iqbal paused, raised his head, and his eyes lit up.
