"What?!" Denis and Eric, father and son, froze at almost the same time and shouted.
Beads of sweat broke out on their bare foreheads.
As a Frenchman and a descendant of the Alphonse family, he was not very tall and was bald very early. But unfortunately, their hair is still black and shiny. This makes them look unavoidably oily.
"Is he really going to attack the headquarters?! Is this idiot crazy?"
"Is he ready to die if he attacks us here? Is he willing to give up everything he is about to get?!"
Thinking from their own perspective, they are completely unable to understand that such behavior would really occur. The father and son seemed to express their dissatisfaction with Han Qingyu's decisive recklessness.
Behind the exaggerated tone was a bone-chilling chill and shuddering fear.
They fear this possibility from the bottom of their bones, but at the same time they unconsciously feel that it may indeed happen. Because what they are hostile to at this time is a special name.
Sean is dead. He is the strongest warrior in the family, just one step away from reaching the super level. He is the most powerful person in the family second only to Alphonse. His life source energy fighting method was special and had huge lethality. He had more than twenty soldiers specially prepared to trap and kill Han Qingyu, but he still died, and even his sword fell into Han Qingyu's hands.
Before, they were in a hurry to leave because their men brought the sword and the news that Han Qingyu was unharmed.
And now, even being in the command headquarters cannot bring enough security. They must leave here immediately and go back to their manor... Eric said immediately:
"Quick, let's go to the airport."
The family of three left the military tent in a hurry. Yuan Neng encouraged... However, Deni suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong, father?" Eric asked anxiously as he had to stand up.
Denis frowned in thought, slowly turned back, looked at him, then at Charles, and said:
"It suddenly occurred to me that this was actually a perfect opportunity...a chance to save him. Or at least, a chance to appreciate pain."
How long has it been, what a piece of appreciation, what a piece of opportunity... Ciel's eyes were extremely anxious, and he asked in a painful tone:
"So, aren't we leaving?!"
"No, of course we have to leave."
Facing the eyes of his son and grandson, Denis Alphonse continued: "But before leaving, let us do something else. Don't worry, this won't waste much time."
The Alphonse family's final arrangements unfold.
at the same time.
The rumors about them, including the doubts about the genius trial at the third fixed exploration site...the encounter in 1777, etc., have also spread to a large range.
Relevant discussions occurred among ordinary Chinese sub-ordinary squads, and ordinary squads in various front armies, including the Nepalese front army. It also happened at the grassroots level of the headquarters, with the elite teams of various fronts, in Merida, in Changdao, in Chichen Itza...
"I heard that the Alphonse family was leaving suddenly, and now, they are going back."
"Why?! Isn't that weird?"
"What do you think?"
"If their family really did what was rumored... I think they really don't dare to stay and face The King's wrath and bear the consequences."
"What if? After carefully considering all the doubts, I don't think this is a coincidence at all now. I think they were just trying to escape after doing evil."
"Yes, they did."
"What about the evidence? No, right? I think The King will definitely not be able to produce evidence either, otherwise he will definitely expose them directly. But now, he will only be able to watch."
"Yes, impulse will destroy him, and he can only choose to restrain himself."
"But this is too painful. Even just thinking about it as a bystander, I feel pain and anger for The King."
The sound of rapidly running footsteps appeared outside a certain camp.
The tent door opened, and the officer who delivered the order appeared at the door.
"Headquarters orders, the Chinese Asian Front Army's White Bancha team, assemble and set off, immediately, quickly."
The same instruction appears in several places.
The team members were ordered to attack quickly, but not in the direction of the battlefield of Huanxilang Peak.
While running, a member of an elite team of the Argentinian Front spoke up: "This... they didn't ask us to intercept The King, did they?! He did it directly? We..."
Long Knife Squad.
"The situation isn't quite right, Captain Lu..." Cao Nao looked in the direction and said, "Damn it, it seems they want us to intercept Qingzi, what should we do?"
Lu Chengzhong was silent while running and did not answer. That's a military order.
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The first level of checkpoint was added on the outermost side. Several soldiers from the rotation team who came from foreign countries and still seemed to have not been notified were standing there.
Because of the sudden appearance of Han Qingyu and the others, they now looked a little confused.
Wen Jifei walked in front of the four, walked over, and stood in front of them.
The soldiers standing guard saluted them.
Wen Jifei raised his hand in return with a serious expression, then turned around and motioned to the right chest of Han Qingyu's blood-stained combat uniform. There is a emblem of the only witnessed legion commander of the Chinese Asian Front known to the whole world. Wu Shi also has it on his chest, and Xi Mei's is pierced on his arm.
"Sister Xi, please tell them that my identity cannot be revealed, but when three regiment commanders and heraldic warriors accompany me to protect a second lieutenant... I think they should know how urgent my mission is."
"Yes." Shen Yixiu spoke formally and quickly completed the translation.
The soldiers on the sentry looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to do for a moment.
Wen Jifei walked straight past them.
"My plane is waiting for me."
The four of them passed the first level amidst the bewilderment of the sentry soldiers.
No action was taken, which was the best situation, and all four of them felt a little happy because of it. No matter from the perspective of emotions or the consequences of the incident, they are unwilling to conflict with the sentry soldiers.
After rounding a corner, the four people burst out with energy and continued to rush forward.
Under the gray sky in the distance, the airport is already in sight.
"Turn right." Han Qingyu said.
"What should we do at the second sentry post? We definitely can't go through like this there." Wen Jifei asked as he ran.
Han Qingyu shook his head and glanced, "Speed up and rush over. If it doesn't work, just use the blade of the knife to slap the person away, and pay attention to the severity."
After saying that, Han Qingyu drew the knife, turned his wrist, and showed the blade.
Turns, straight lines... The weeds on the ground have long been trampled away by people going back and forth, exposing the sand. "Swiss, squeak, squeak", the sound of the soles quickly contacting and separating from the ground, the distance keeps getting closer.
In the darkness, "Song, sing, sing, sing..."
The sounds coming from all directions suddenly became denser.
The sound of source energy bursting out.
Then there were running footsteps.
Soon, figures began to appear in front, on the second sentry post, one, two... ten...
Fifty, a hundred, two hundred.
Those people blocked the way ahead.
"Elite team."
"Um."
After a brief conversation, Han Qingyu, who was running at the front, stopped.
Behind him, Wu Shi, Xi Mei and Wen Jifei stopped.
They can't stop.
There were more than 200 people in front of them, all elites. Many of them were unfamiliar faces, but at the same time there were many more, who turned out to be the figures they were most familiar with on the Xilangfeng battlefield. The Long Knife Squad, White Eraser, and even people from Merida and Chichen Itza are among them.
"I am the eighteenth generation of the Alphonse family."
The situation and intention were very obvious. Seeing this scene, Wen Jifei, who was standing behind Han Qingyu, gritted his teeth and cursed.
