At this time, Han Qingyu and Wen Jifei were standing on a hill on the same side as the tank. The relative position is closer than the tank to the Dajian group at the foot of the mountain.
As far as the eye can see.
The rioting Dajian group as a whole still kept rushing toward the river, but its speed was no longer as fast as before. It seemed that it was distracted by the interference of the shells and was delayed a bit.
In the distance ahead, directly opposite the Dajian Group, were more than 100 soldiers from the Azure Ordinary Squadron arrayed with their backs to the river. Five defensive formations were lined up across the river, and the swords reflected the early morning light.
Behind them, dozens of plateau residents were moving downstream along the river.
The ground is shaking, and the distance is getting closer.
The roaring sound of the river kept reaching my ears.
The collision is imminent...
And on the side of this straight line, at an almost vertical angle, the lonely old dilapidated tank continued to move forward on the undulating grassy slope.
It’s not fast, and occasionally it goes crookedly due to the terrain, but it’s always moving forward.
The fourth shell fell into the large group of sharp points.
There was a loud bang.
"It should be the people left behind by the regular army who saw it and came to help." At this time, Han Qingyu and Wen Jifei's conscious judgments were still the same.
Previously, the local regular garrison evacuated overnight on the night when Dajian began to descend. Their main task at that time was to take away residents from various places. Because the whole process was too rushed and difficult, it seemed understandable that a few people stayed at the station after Wei Lan took over, or that some things were not taken away in time.
We can't go any further! Han Qingyu wanted to shout, but he estimated that the other party would not be able to hear him.
"Qingzi...cavalry." Wen Jifei suddenly muttered in the distance.
Han Qingyu followed his gaze and looked up. He looked beyond the five battle formations and saw the cavalry team of herdsmen lined up. Liu Shiheng had also returned to his horse, holding a knife and standing at the front of the cavalry.
...The scene was critical and chaotic, and Han Qingyu was also a little confused.
At this moment.
"Tum!"
The old tank fired its fifth shell.
The artillery shells roared, drawing an arc and hitting the big sharp group.
A big spear jumped up from the group, slashed with swords in both hands, "Boom!" The cannonball was cut through the air, but the big spear only flew a short distance in the air and fell back to the group to stand.
"I...what the hell is this, your mother?!"
In the tank cab, Old Man Tian cursed numbly, his body stiffened for a moment. He finally saw clearly the effect of the shell for the first time... His eyes were stunned and shocked.
What he saw before him was far beyond the veteran's understanding.
At the same time, the attention of the Dajian group was finally attracted by the tank, and a stream of it, about one-third of it, roared and rushed towards this side.
Between going up and down the slope, the tank bumped a bit while traveling. Old man Tian came to his senses... looked up and saw a group of black-armored spikes coming towards him in the distance... his body and hands were shaking uncontrollably.
He took the soju he brought with him, took a few sips and put it down.
After thinking about it, what appeared at the corner of his mouth was not fear, but a smile of relief.
"Tian Jiao, you stinky boy, my dear, have you really killed such a thing?!"
"Well, my son is amazing."
There was no ferocity, grief or anger at this moment, or even any overly intense emotions. There was only relief and determination in his expression. Old Man Tian's eyes darkened... He sat on the driver's seat and locked the steering resolutely.
There were only two shells left. Old Man Tian left the driver's seat completely, reloaded, and then turned to look at the pile of grenades next to him... He originally planned to do something big today.
"Fortunately, I didn't brag to you beforehand... Dad seems to have nothing else to do, Tian Jiao... go over and try your best to kill one. It will be considered as revenge for you."
"What about that? The army paid a large pension and left a message saying that they will always take care of us. Zhifan and his father have made arrangements, so you don't have to worry..."
"Forget it, Dad will tell you when he comes down."
The sound of crawler tracks creaked and rolled rapidly, and the lonely tank rushed forward quickly in a straight line.
"Boom", another cannonball was fired.
"Even if you can't kill me, I'll kill you!" The veteran loaded the bomb skillfully, thinking that in the past, the enemy's tanks had better armor. If you can't explode with one shot, you can't explode with two shots... It doesn't matter, if I keep going, I can always kill you.
Han Qingyu and Wen Jifei looked around and saw that the old tank at the bottom of the mountain suddenly accelerated and was rushing straight towards the Dajian group.
This moment.
The last shell was fired.
The tank that kept moving forward also climbed up another dirt slope.
It was about to be swamped by the oncoming swarm of big spikes.
At this time, people on the river bank finally saw the lonely tank.
Exclamations erupted.
"Ode!" A majestic explosion of source energy came from the top of the mountain in the distance, and the sound was so powerful that it suppressed all sounds in the place.
Like everyone else, Liu Shiheng turned his head and looked.
"Aoko?!"
Master Liu almost cried for a moment.
The herdsman cavalry raised their swords behind him and shouted.
"Who is it?!" the person in front asked.
who is it? Liu Shiheng thought for a while and said with some confusion: "Qingzi... 1777, Han Qingyu. By the way, what about Major Qing, do you know? Have you ever heard of it... In short, he is that guy."
The five battle formations were quiet for a second.
"You have to fight! Brothers."
"Um."
"Prepare!"
"Roar!"
The changes in battlefield emotions were clearly revealed at this moment.
In their sight, on the mountain ridge on the side in the distance, the slope went down.
A chirping blue starlight pillar sword was running parallel to the hillside, piercing straight down ahead of the running man.
"There seems to be something wrong with the way Qingzi is running." Liu Shiheng noticed.
Soon, everyone discovered it.
His left arm was wrapped in a bandage.
"he……"
"boom!"
The pillar sword smashed into the path of the tank and into the large group of sharpshooters running at the forefront.
The four big heads were blown into the air.
"Ode!" Another shout came, and Han Qingyu jumped directly towards the tank as he approached the foot of the mountain.
At the same time, the tank made a "boo!" sound.
The turret door opens upward.
Half of a man's body emerged from it. He was holding a large pile of grenades in his hands and was trying to climb out on his elbows.
His hair is gray.
"Uncle Tian?!" Wen Jifei muttered behind the sniper scope, then fell silent.
This scene had never occurred to him, but when he really thought about it, he realized that he was not actually that surprised.
Han Qingyu was in the air at this time and was closer. He could see clearly and with certainty.
It's Brother Tian's father. The old man who sacrificed his son did not shed a single tear, but poured them wine during dinner and asked them, "You are fighting terror, do you want veterans?"
When they finally parted, he made a spear himself, silently and diligently demonstrated to Han Qingyu and others in the yard how to assassinate and climb over the wall... He said silently that as a veteran, he could actually still fight.
So this stubborn old man, a veteran of the Hua family, finally came to avenge his son.
He brought a tank.
"Tian...Uncle!" Han Qingyu's eyes turned red as he had mixed emotions for a moment and shouted in the air.
Old Man Tian turned his head and glanced in confusion.
He recognized it, "You...don't come down, young officer."
"Uncle, you..." Han Qingyu stepped onto the tank with one step in the air, stretched out his hand, and directly picked up Old Tian. With another step, "Song", he flew to the side of the hillside, "Let's go!"
"Hey, hey, hey." Old Man Tian was a little flustered as he was lifted in the air, but he still didn't let go of the large pile of grenades in his hand, "Young officer, don't worry about me, I saw you were injured. Come on...you go first, I'm going to blow them up."
For a moment, emotions rushed up again. Han Qingyu sighed helplessly, stopped on the side slope, turned around and helped Mr. Tian stand firm... and said:
"Throw!"
"ah?"
"It's going to explode! Can it be thrown from here? Veteran!" Han Qingyu asked loudly.
"Yes! Okay!"
Old Man Tian turned around, gritted his teeth, opened one of the grenades, then used both arms to swing it in a semicircle with all his strength... and threw the entire bundle of grenades towards the large group of spikes below.
"Ah... pay for my son's life! I will kill you mXXXX!"
"Boom! Boom..."
Amidst the continuous violent explosions, earth and rocks flew and smoke rose.
A blue starlight pillar sword came through the air in the dust and fog.
Han Qingyu reached out to catch it.
Below, five or six large bodies fell to the ground.
One of them was disintegrating, with a third of its body broken, and was obviously dead.
After Tian Jiao stabilized his body, he looked around and saw... He was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, "It's dead... Tian Jiao, look, dad seems to have killed one."
"Look, it's blown up! Kill one!"
"Awesome, Uncle Tian."
On the side, Han Qingyu's eyes were red and he said excitedly and exaggeratedly.
