The black grassland under the night, the big tip and the enemies hiding in the darkness, the desperate situation of an ordinary Bastan team and three civilians.
An off-road jeep appeared in front of them.
Experience from excitement to disappointment in a short period of time. Iqbal himself has no hope of survival now, and his teammates are all here... He tried to tell the blue comrades in front of him, his reinforcements, "You are too few, only four. This is far from enough."
Because of the language barrier, Iqbal tried his best to express his meaning by counting people. His whole state was alarmed and anxious.
Then, when his finger fell on the person in front of him for the second time, the person told him, "I am The Qing."
At this moment, Iqbal was stunned. When he looked up, his tearful eyes began to glow.
In fact, the pronunciation of the name that Iqbal had always heard on the Mount Shilang battlefield and believed to be correct should be The king.
However, this did not prevent Iqbal from connecting the two quickly and directly. He did not even pay attention to Han Qingyu's pronunciation.
It was like he didn't notice at all that Han Qingyu actually looked embarrassed and uncomfortable when he said these few words.
"So, it's The King! It's the man on Mount Hilang. He and his teammates are here."
Iqbal straightened up and began to tremble with excitement. He had just experienced fear and despair, helplessness and loss, and pain. Now all those emotions have disappeared...only endless frustration and hatred remain.
"Kill them!"
Although the young Palestinian soldier has a mustache on his lips, his face is actually green and he looks young. He is now shaking with excitement and starting to feel a little sad, angry and hysterical.
Tears and snot flowed down together.
"Kill them! Please! King, please! Kill them! Kill..."
Just as he only knows a few simple Chinese phrases, Iqbal also knows very few English phrases, which he learned on the battlefield.
So, he kept repeating, even begging, with the flame of hatred burning in his red eyes.
"OK...good."
So it's not just big tips, there are people, enemies.
The warriors of Azure have been fighting Da Jian for too long. No matter what kind of dilemma they are in, they will never feel "suffering" in the battle with Da Jian.
"So, there's a big tip and it's bluish, right? And then... where is it?" Wen Jifei sat in the car and tried to communicate patiently.
"..." Because they couldn't understand each other, Iqbal looked confused and anxious. The movements of his hands, like his eager eyes, kept changing.
He wanted to tell The King where the team and Dajian were fighting, but was afraid that he would neglect the enemy in the dark.
"The big one... blue, black." On the side, the man in the family of three suddenly spoke, turned around and raised his arm to indicate a direction.
His Mandarin is not good either and he is very difficult to speak, but he can understand him.
"There are still people, many." The man gestured almost around the black field in the distance with his eyes... Then he looked at Iqbal and said, "His friend was killed."
Confirmed, Han Qingyu nodded.
"One...many, bad edges." The little girl hiding in her father's arms suddenly spoke and looked at Han Qingyu. Her eyelashes were long with tears, and her eyes were brighter because of the tears.
"Yeah." Han Qingyu responded, feeling a little bored.
In the dim light, the tip of the little girl's lips were red and trembling uncontrollably, with tears and snot hanging on them.
Han Qingyu took another look, then turned to Iqbal to confirm the direction.
"One for each person, you two go and replace the other person, and hold on for a while first."
He said to Wu Shi and Xi Mei.
"good."
"Ode!" "Ode!" Two sounds, amidst the roar of the source energy explosion, the sonorous sound of the long sword being unsheathed, and the black spear whistling in the wind.
"I'll do it, Fanlan," Wu Shi said.
"Mine." Sister Xi's voice said, "Otherwise, I won't take you there."
Wu Shi: "..."
The two figures disappeared into the night.
Han Qingyu, Wen Jifei, Iqbal and the family of three were left at the scene.
"It seems we're not far away." Han Qingyu said after listening attentively for a while.
"Yeah. It's probably time to come over when you hear the sound of the car. You probably need to confirm the number of us first." The engine of the jeep was not turned off, but the lights were turned off just now. Wen Jifei was still sitting in the driver's seat and did not get off.
"Then I'll go."
"OK."
The logic of what these people were doing hiding in the dark was very clear... After speaking, Second Lieutenant Wen lowered his head and reached for the cigarette case from his breast pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, and cursed.
This roller lighter of his had raised Ye Jian's eyebrows a day ago.
Wen Jifei put away the cigarette case. Han Qingyu turned around and made a movement with his hands, signaling Iqbal and the family to stand next to the car and not move.
He walked forward.
The sound of rustling blades of grass in my ears felt closer and closer in the darkness. Han Qingyu hesitated for a moment, stopped... took off his autumn coat, turned around and walked back to the little girl, and suggested childlikely:
"Hide and seek, okay?"
The little girl looked at him, hesitated for a moment, probably because she had just been reminded to be obedient, and finally nodded gently... She covered her eyes with her two little hands.
"No, cover your ears." I originally wanted to say small ears... Han Qingyu reached out and gently moved her small hands to both ears.
The little girl covered her ears tightly with her hands, but opened her eyes, blinked hard at Han Qingyu... and then looked at him with some confusion.
Han Qingyu laughed, gently held her cheek, and asked the little girl to bury her head in her father's shoulder, saying, "You won't be able to see it this way."
Then he put the autumn coat on her body and head, covering most of her small body.
It’s cold on the plateau in autumn, so it’s probably warmer this way.
After doing this, he glanced at the couple again and saw the mother move her position and use her back to block the daughter who was leaning on the father's arms. At the same time, the couple held down one corner of their clothes with their hands.
He nodded in approval and smiled again. Han Qingyu turned around and walked out about 20 to 30 meters before stopping again.
This time, he took off the black rectangular wooden box he was wearing, placed it on the ground, and opened the lid. The blue starlight pillar sword there was still wrapped in a torn curtain. This is a new skill he gained after eating the bone source, and he hasn't used it yet.
When he straightened up again, he walked towards the slope in front of him.
Two soft sounds in the night.
Major Qing unsheathed his swords.
…………
The slope is actually not big, and it is rather short. It only takes a few steps from the slope down to the top to go down. At this time, there were about thirty people with various faces in the darkness, crawling cautiously on the back side of the slope.
There are insects jumping among the blades of grass.
There seemed to be something in the air, and it made a few soft noises.
After a small discussion, the leaders of the team began to climb diagonally towards the top of the slope.
They need to determine how many people are coming over there. If there are too many, run away. If it's less, kill. Then leave the civilians and throw them into the depths for Azure's team to rescue them. They need to get more troops from Mount Hilang over.
We're almost at the top of the slope. Suddenly, a grass insect crawled across the back of the neck of one of the little bosses.
The little boss twisted his neck and raised his head, but without hitting it, he lowered his head again.
"No, there just seemed to be a shadow standing there."
The little boss was suspicious, so he raised his head again and took a look... There was indeed a shadow standing on the top of the slope not far away.
He quickly reminded in a low voice, and everyone around him looked up...
"Snow lotus?" Before they spoke, the shadow asked proactively.
No one answered for a while.
"Do any of you understand Chinese?" Han Qingyu asked again helplessly.
"A person? Help him escape from purgatory!"
Someone at the foot of the slope said something in Chinese.
"It turns out to be the Purgatory of Innocence." But he seemed to be the elite among them, because the devices on the people in front of him were not bad. Han Qingyu smiled and said, "That's a coincidence. I killed your people before I joined Weilan. , and for this I received my first medal in the army.”
"Who are you……"
People who understand Chinese looked at it and hesitated for a moment because of the information in Han Qingyu's words.
But this didn't stop the others down the slope from drawing out various weapons, opening the devices, and standing up.
"Run!" The voice that just spoke Chinese suddenly yelled.
The crowd at the bottom of the slope suddenly became chaotic. Some people seemed to be preparing to attack, while others were already reflexively preparing to run away into the night, but they were immediately stopped by the people around them.
There's only one person opposite.
At this time, "Wooong..."
The roar of the engine suddenly appeared, followed by a brief sound of wheels rubbing and turning... and then, "Bang!" Amidst the sound, two bright car headlights suddenly shone on.
The sights of more than thirty people in the Innocence Purgatory were dazzled by headlights at the same time.
After a brief period of adaptation, they looked up.
An off-road jeep was parked not far away, with its headlights on. A man was standing up in the car. The man's right hand waved forward from behind, and a long and thick sniper rifle was thrown out with his arm.
At the same time, his left arm was bent inward and held horizontally.
Finally, the sniper rifle barrel in the man's right hand fell on the crook of his left arm and rested on it.
"Sorry, no one can leave, you are surrounded."
But, "gun?..."
There were pronunciations in several languages at once, accompanied by wanton laughter. The people in Innocent Purgatory laughed relaxedly when they saw a sniper rifle set up on the opposite side.
"Yes, a gun." Wen Jifei said with a smile, "Bang!" He suddenly pulled the trigger and fired the first shot.
In the distance, a figure fell to the ground while running in the darkness.
It was the man who spoke Chinese just now. While his accomplices were relaxing and laughing, he had secretly shrunk behind the crowd and began to run wildly into the darkness alone.
He probably knew who the two people in front of him were, especially the person who had just spoken to him. So he chose to run, and he ran first secretly... It was very open here, so he could just run into the darkness.
However, while he was running, with his feet moving rapidly, a thick and powerful bullet accurately hit his raised heel.
This shot was resisted by the body's nearly conditioned reflex energy defense, but it did not seriously injure him. But he fell... His center of gravity was knocked off during his rapid movement, and his stride was disrupted... He fell heavily to the ground, and then moved quickly to get up.
"Crack!" A blue sword that had spun in the darkness at some point quickly grazed his throat.
Eventually, he was only halfway up...before he collapsed again and stopped moving.
died? died! He wanted to run and ran a certain distance, but he died. All the innocent people present were at a loss for a few seconds, and suddenly, their eyes began to panic.
Now, they finally realized clearly: they were really surrounded.
The faint sound of gunfire in the air gradually faded.
The little girl shrank slightly in her father's arms.
There is still the soft sound of the blade spinning in the darkness...
"Now, do any of you have any questions?!"
Wen Jifei stood in the light and smiled ferociously. The muzzle of the sniper rifle turned sideways and landed on them. At the same time, he flicked his left thumb and opened a military-style high-light flashlight in the palm of his left hand.
The flashlight's concentrated light extends far away, pointing in the same direction as the muzzle of the sniper rifle.
No one can leave.
