The Azure Chinese sub-front army is the only one to witness the headquarters and living base of the army.
Chen Buxu's residence is an old farmhouse-style courtyard. The house is not big, but the yard is not small. There are fruit trees and vegetable fields in the yard. In addition, he also raises a few sheep and a nest of rabbits.
The guest in this house today is called Shao Xuan.
The Shao team ran because she was worried.
Three years ago, not long after Shao Xuang was promoted to super, he went to the third fixed exploration site to collect evidence for the Xilang Peak incident.
It was at that time that he personally faced Alphonse and almost lost an arm forever. He only recovered not long ago...
"Alphonse's characteristics are really terrifying." Shao Xuan said for the second time.
At this time, this Chinese sub-super warrior was sitting on a small bench, picking out a basket of muddy peanuts.
"Rest assured, 10,000 people, the stack of piles, the stuff."
Chen Buxian, dressed in dusty clothes and with dirt on his shoes, came over and put down another basket of freshly harvested peanuts.
After pouring the peanuts, the old man stood up, his expression suddenly hesitant.
"You are right, but that guy is not someone who would risk the lives of his subordinates." The old staff officer looked at the book in his hand and said in a low voice, "This is the same as you."
"I know." Chen Buxian nodded, and hesitated after he got up.
That year, when the red shoulder was still an opponent that humans could not defeat no matter how they looked at it, the alliance had no choice but to use human lives to pile it up. Chen Buxu refused and brought a death squad with only a dozen people to kill it.
"It's okay. Even if no lives are needed to pile up, their small team is enough." The legion commander said as calmly as possible.
"That's it." The old staff smiled.
"But Qingzi's tactics and combat methods seem to be too thorough." Shao Xuan chewed a fresh peanut in his mouth, still worried about saying.
"So what? I'm very thorough too!" Chen Buxu said sadly.
This is really the case. The invincible Chinese runner -up commander, the battle that has experienced in the past two decades, has almost no tactical skills at all.
Sometimes Chen is hungry and thinks about it. He feels very depressed. He feels like he looks like a simple and rough man.
However, the opponent encountered in more than 20 years is that none of them can pick up his knife and pick up a little trick.
This era has been under his feet. He has been standing high, watching, and taking care of the world, which makes him occasionally sad.
"In short, it's okay, you can cut the dead people. And that kid is more than me, it is really not a honest child ... It's not a good thing."
The feeling of being scolded behind was a bit cool.
This sentence sounds very relaxed, but it seems a little lacking in confidence.
Shao Xuan noticed it, looked up at the old man's back, and continued: "But a person like Alphonse will definitely prepare everything to survive, and anything is possible."
Ahead, Chen Buxu stopped and did not turn around... He was silent for about two seconds and said in a low voice:
"If anything happens to them, I'll chop Alphonse to pieces."
After saying that, the old man carried the old and yellow bamboo basket and walked to the vegetable field.
It wasn't until he walked far away and started picking up peanuts that Shao Xuan turned his attention to the old staff officer and said:
"To be honest, I am really annoyed and worried, because of this ... why do you have to wait after the accident?
"Because ..." The old staff turned over, looking at him, and said with a pause, "Maybe because he is old."
Shao Xuanyu stuffed it. Because of the deep meaning of this, the commander of the army asked Han Qingyu to face all the dangers of this battle himself, it seemed to be to cultivate successors.
Then the old man himself...
"Don't worry, you won't die. I just want to say, Captain Shao, you may not know how much Lao Chen thinks of that kid. They will win."
The old staff officer turned back after speaking.
Comrade Xu Xiaohong did not have a specific explanation as to how optimistic Chen Buxian was about Han Qingyu.
That was probably the most literate sentence ever spoken by that bumpkin old Chen. He said: "I actually don't want a name for this era. It's called Chen Buxu. I want to wait and see..."
The first time he said this half-sentence was more than ten years ago, on the day he "died".
The second advance time was deliberately forgotten.
The third time it was mentioned was more than two years ago.
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The small battlefield was still filled with dust that had not yet settled, and there was a mixture of chaotic sounds.
The installation erupted, the source of life can erupt, the dead iron hit ... the sound of gunfire.
The entire ground and walls were shaking violently, like an earthquake.
Wen Jifei was shooting, and Wu Shi's sick gun shot straight through... They were rushing towards the defense line built by Alphonse's men.
On the other side of the defense line, Alphonse stood in the air.
"Boom!" The extreme burst of life source energy was like a compressed super explosion, shaking away all the soil in the room structure, revealing a thick layer of dead iron on the walls, above the head, and even under the feet.
Drops of fly-blue blood seeped out of Alphonse's skin automatically.
This was probably the first time that Alphonse had used all his strength to kill without hesitation.
It’s also a sure kill.
The sword arrives.
There is no way to avoid it.
"Ouch!"
On the side of the wall, Han Qingyu's bones, which were already weak, suddenly exploded at the peak of his bone source, a shadow appeared, and he pounced forward.
The short sword from the left shoulder socket shot out on its own, and others rushed forward.
"boom!"
The sword in the right hand fights with the long sword.
Han Qingyu was downwind, and the creaking sound of his bones being crushed sounded from his body.
Taking the opportunity, Alphonse spun out the dagger in his other hand and stabbed him in the throat.
Han Qingyu's body suddenly bounced back... just like an ordinary person being hit by an uppercut, and fell backwards.
The dagger pierced his chest, and he continued to charge toward his door. It seemed that there was no way to avoid it.
"Aoko!"
Across the defense line and across Alphonse, Wen Jifei suddenly shouted loudly.
He saw.
He originally stood at the back of the formation and fired, but at this moment, with this shout, he suddenly strode forward.
"Get out of the way!" Wen Jifei's eyes were ferocious.
The Elegy of the Square switched to fully automatic mode, and the accuracy dropped. Wen Jifei dropped his left hand and held the gun forward with his right hand, "Bang, bang, bang!"
At a death distance of less than ten meters, he fired three shots in a row almost directly in front of the super opponent.
The magazine was exhausted and the magazine fell.
His left hand comes to the stage.
"Click!" The magazine replacement was completed in an instant.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
The violent bullets passed over the super who finally had to dodge, and all hit Alphonse in the back of the head.
Alphonse felt it, but did not look at it. He used some source energy to protect his back. His entire body and right arm continued to extend in the air and continued to stab Han Qingyu's throat.
He is faster than Han Qingyu.
Therefore, must kill...
"Hiss."
At this moment, no one could see clearly:
First, Han Qingyu's body, the layers of bandages covering his left arm and body, suddenly collapsed and scattered.
Then he clenched the palm of his left hand, and the sword from the ground shot out and was held in his hand.
"Chua!"
The blade moved from the lower left to the upper right, slashing away.
"...Do you think you can cut me off like this?" Hearing and seeing it, for a moment of panic and shock, Alphonse's heart became cruel.
Anyway, it was too late, and he couldn't avoid it. He forced the life source energy to infuse defense, and the dagger in Alphonse's hand continued to stab Han Qingyu's throat.
With the situation at this point, he didn't mind trading a seriously injured arm for Han Qingyu's life.
But, "Chi!"
When the straight sword slashed horizontally, it hit Alphonse's outstretched right arm.
It sounded like lard being cut by hot iron...
Alphonse lowered his head, his eyes blank... because he had just felt an extremely familiar characteristic energy, and that energy quickly swallowed up the life source energy on his right arm.
Then, the arm was broken.
It fell to the ground and was as dry as grass.
"Ah, ah!"
It seemed that it was the first time he had tasted this taste. Amidst a burst of painful and frightened howls, Alphonse covered his shoulders and fell heavily to the ground.
Miaoshuwu
