For some people in Xiexiangrui, when they chose to join the fleet and follow Major Qing in the Injustice City, they had not really seen his battles or his treatment of others.
In other words, they didn't understand him at all. It was just a gamble of fate, a possible future, and a maybe bright way out.
Now, they all see it.
For people like them, this whole process today actually means a lot...and who wouldn't want to fight with such a person?
Especially when they have all been exiled to blood and cruelty, when the world is almost certain to fall into an apocalyptic struggle.
Now the words taught by the young prince are not very smooth to pronounce, but the meaning seems to be this gradually.
"Where do you live? If I want to fight with you again in the future..." Han Qingyu said to Ivan Hua Gu Xiaoshi Tablets.
As if he didn't expect him to speak, Ivan stopped.
Without looking back, he swayed slightly and said:
"I used to live in Antarctica, and I lived there after I went crazy... Then the blue came again, and I don't know where I will live in the future."
It seemed like it had been a long time since I had such a calm conversation with someone... Ivan thought to himself.
He was crazy, and he knew it even when he was awake.
Fight after battle, the sequelae caused by the outbreak of fanatical traits caused him to fall into madness intermittently, unable to control himself, and therefore committed wrong things that he dared not recall.
He chose to run away and live in the coldest and most deserted place.
He lived like this for many, many years, until the crisis in Antarctica broke out, and he started killing big tips... one by one.
Later, the blue army came. They discovered him, stared at him secretly, studied who he was, were wary of him, followed him...
He left Antarctica.
"Oh, we can only try our luck." Han Qingyu muttered regretfully.
Ivan nodded and gave a rare smile that was not ferocious.
Then he walked on.
This conversation was not heard by the third person.
"Kill him! Kill him, quickly...and then kill Chen Buxing!" Mossolijin roared hysterically from the side. At this moment, he seemed to have completely lost his mind.
Because he doesn't understand this level of force.
Because his hope... is about to be dashed.
When the separatist faction does not have Ivan the Butcher, and there is Chen Buxung on the opposite side, the other two supers are completely insufficient, and all the chips will be meaningless.
The only fate left for him is how he is dealt with.
Ivan turned his head and glanced at Mossolikin, but in the end he didn't even say a word, and continued to move forward slowly while bleeding.
He just came to fight with Chen Buxu, and he wanted to be killed by Chen Buxu.
But of course, he will inevitably do everything to fight and fight to crazy.
He hates blue.
Han Qingyu didn't move until Ivan's figure disappeared under the grassy slope opposite. This seemed to be another evidence that he actually lost the duel.
Compared to Ivan, he didn't even look at Mosorin.
Then I did not look at the Chinese runner -up, and did not look at Chen or not.
He stood there and turned around half a circle, found one of his dead-iron fixed blades, picked it up, and inserted it back into his back with some difficulty. Then he stumbled for a short distance and found another one...
He turned back and picked up the pillar sword, put it on the ground and dragged away.
In this way, between the two military formations whose fate had just been decided by him, he slowly walked towards the side grassy slope in a state that seemed not to care about anything.
"Don't you really come back?" In the silence of tens of thousands of people, Chen Buxian suddenly asked loudly.
The whole place was quiet and concerned.
Han Qingyu stopped and turned to look at the old man.
"Um." He said.
"and you……"
"I go to kill Afangus."
"okay."
In this way, the conversation was over.
Invincible in the World, who had vowed to the old staff officer to find Han Qingyu when he was in China, had just thought that "now that he's here, he can't leave", but in the end he didn't say a word to persuade him.
"Is this left? It's okay to leave a chat." The old man thought, but he didn't want to take the initiative to propose.
Han Qingyu turned back and continued to walk to the bottom of the grass slope.
He Tangtang and Wen Ji flew over, and one person helped him and returned to the camp of his side.
"How do you feel?" Zhan Qiuhong hurried over and asked.
"It's out of fainting, cough." Han Qingyu cough and vomited blood.
"Then you lie down ..."
"They will probably disarm and raid their homes soon." Han Qingyu had already turned to Wen Jifei, and after he finished speaking... he passed out.
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The stream sharply left, but did not go far.
In the evening, when the Chinese Asian Front troops finished disarming, they piled up the collected materials and sent people to guard them while the remaining people continued to search for the remnants of the rebels.
A team of more than a thousand people suddenly appeared from the night.
The nervous Hua-type warriors collectively drew their swords, but they soon saw clearly that those coming from the opposite side were Second Lieutenant Wen Jifei and Second Lieutenant Shen Yixiu...
"No, no, no, no, it's okay, we're one of our own!" The officer put away his knife, relaxed, and even had some expectation in his heart. Maybe it was a casual conversation during the day, maybe Major Qing would come back.
"Haha... smoke." Wen Jifei smiled and stepped forward to hand over the cigarette, helped light it, and then asked: "Which army is the colonel from?"
"Fourth Army," the colonel said, blowing on his smoke.
"Wow! Then we are very familiar with your Commander Zhang Chiyuan. That time we were hunted down. Fortunately, we met Commander Zhang. He took a hundred logisticians to stop 800 people..." Wen Jifei brought up old events.
The major felt that he was very proud and said happily: "Our commander has such a temper, he doesn't hesitate to mess around!"
That's how the conversation started.
While chatting, the colonel suddenly became stunned. He held a cigarette in his hand and looked blankly at the soldiers who were carrying supplies.
"They..." Colonel Mumu said.
"One of our own," Wen Jifei said.
"Yes! But..."
"Qingzi is still in a coma, and his life or death is uncertain." Wen Jifei said with heavy eyes, "And in today's battle, he still got a small share, so it's his fault, right?"
More than just a small portion. Without Major Qing, I don’t know how many people would have died! Colonel nodded.
"And you heard it, we still have to kill Alphonse."
"I know."
"We, two soldiers use a knife."
"Really?" Colonel stunned, raised his head to remember the daytime picture, the stream of the sharp formation, "Obviously neat ..."
"It's fake, half of it is an ordinary iron knife." Wen Jifei said with a wry smile.
"Ah? Then do you just cut Actis like this?"
"Well, that's it, each person has a third of the source energy block to support the scene." Wen Jifei said with his eyes red and slowly exhaled.
At this point, the colonel has actually agreed in his heart. The things will eventually be handed over to the alliance anyway.
But after all, the responsibility lies... The colonel thought for a while and said:
"This way, I did n’t see those who had taken it away. Do n’t move the rest, I would like to ask the head of the army, if he acquiesced ..."
"Understand! Trouble brothers."
Wen Jifei stood up to see him off.
The colonel turned on the device and ran away, disappearing into the street.
Wen Jifei slowly turned his head, "The colonel said he pretended he couldn't see him, did you hear that?"
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The colonel waited outside the house where Chen Buxian was temporarily staying for more than half an hour.
Because the guard told him that Dr. Zhe from Fengrui side of the stream came with someone and was examining the regiment commander.
In this way, after waiting for half an hour, Chen was hungry and finally came out.
"What's the matter?" The old man asked.
"It's Second Lieutenant Wen Jifei here..." the major briefly explained the situation.
Chen was hungry for five seconds.
"Quick, take me to see it."
When they flew all the way and returned to the site of the supplies, the place was empty.
Empty.
"Lieutenant Wen said they were very difficult," the major said weakly.
"They have difficulty farts. They don't know how many boxes of the metal blocks. Do you think I don't send someone to follow?" Chen was not hungry and suppressed, like a tiger.
"Huh?!" The colonel cautiously raised his head to look at the face of the regiment commander, and mustered up the courage to continue: "We have to keep it and give it to the Alliance anyway, right?"
"... Have you seen what I got in hand and handed it out?!" Chen was hungry and sinking.
Said the old man turn his head, and his gaze turned towards the night sky.
"It really hasn't changed at all."
