Among the 27 people left in the 1923 team, some have gone to college or technical secondary school, some have seen the world, and some have never attended school for a day. Before joining Weilan, they had been immersed in farming in their hometown and had not even entered a decent city. However, after joining Weilan, he quickly went to the mountains to garrison, and it was only today that he was transferred to the city.
In addition, some people have been involved in long-distance transportation and have traveled north and south for many years, and have seen strong winds and waves. Some people have been chefs before and can cook authentic Sichuan and Cantonese cuisine. Some people used to talk to their girlfriends in factories, and some people used to be famous gangsters in a certain place. Came with my brothers...
The only thing they have in common at this time is that there is a primary school behind them, and there are now more than a thousand children in the school.
After the initial chaos, the children had been restrained by their teachers and stopped running around, but no one could control the fear, collapse and crying of these young children.
Here, thousands of children are crying, and in the distance, a group of parents are also crying... They are almost exhausted from crying.
It's good, at least it's less disturbing.
But, what a damn unlucky thing... When the newly arrived shuttle-shaped aircraft hit the hillside on the side, two more big spiky bodies jumped out and ran towards this side.
The warriors who had desperately chopped down the three big spikes all stopped for a moment.
Judging from the distance, they probably had a chance to retreat, but they couldn't.
The wounded man looked up with pain and despair in his eyes.
However, even where they stopped, they still unconsciously formed a line in front of the school gate behind them.
When there are active energy warriors, Da Jian will generally not take the initiative to attack ordinary people unless they scream and run around in groups...
Therefore, this may be the greatest value left to the soldiers besides waiting for support.
"Uncle Jun, come on." At this time, a little head appeared from the classroom window at the back. A little girl about seven or eight years old was crying, trembling, clenching her fists and shouting to the soldiers of 1923.
A touching scene... Lei San, who was once a famous gangster in a certain place, turned around, glared at her fiercely, and said angrily: "I'll put you on the spot, squat down for me! Move!"
"Where's your teacher? Your teacher can't do anything except teach, right? You're allowed to risk this. Hurry up, let your teacher take you and hide far away, or I will twist off your ears in a while. "
The little girl was immediately frightened and squatted down.
Here, even a random stone splashed during the battle may kill the teacher and the children.
"I really don't like children at all. They don't know anything and are annoying! But what can I do? You can't tell them to die, right?" Lei San cursed and turned back, raised the knife again, and pointed towards the distance. While crying, he was ready to move the parents and say: "Move! Let's see who moves again and comes over to cause trouble for me!"
Previously, during the first wave of fighting, a few impulsive or brave parents stole the guys and rushed to help, causing a lot of trouble.
"Come again, if Da Jian doesn't kill you, I will kill you!" Knowing that it was impossible to drive these parents away at this time, Lei San could only do this.
His unfriendly "soldier" image frightened both sides.
"Sure enough, the gangsters are the most powerful." The teammates around him muttered, grinning in pain and grinning.
"It's so annoying, I really can't stand it!" Lei San muttered again in annoyance. He put down his arms and lowered his head to spit, but his throat relaxed and "poof", a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"How's it going?" Vice Captain Da Wu turned around and asked.
The captain has died. The vice-captain of 1923 was nicknamed Dawu because he had a black birthmark on his face. He used to run long-distance transportation and bragged that there were tens of millions of roads and more than a dozen women.
Everyone said he was bragging. Dawu's only problem or hobby is that he loves to brag too much.
"It's a trivial matter. It's just that special. Why haven't we received support yet? Forget it, I can't count on it." Lei San wiped his blood and said.
Dawu didn't answer, turned to a young soldier on the ground with a green face, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and said:
"What about you? Xiaojie."
"Report, report to the deputy team, I'm fine." The young soldier named Xiaojie is still abiding by the discipline rules. After saying the report, he struggled to stand up against the wall, and he seemed to be ready to stand at attention.
He only left the recruit camp last year and joined 1923, less than nine months ago.
In a previous meeting where the team held an emotional and ideological exchange meeting, Xiaojie once confided to Dawu that he was actually not afraid of anything, but that he was very sad. The blue warriors had to die in silence.
"We are protecting the world like this, but why can't we even sacrifice our lives and tell people openly and honestly that I sacrificed my life for you and this world? I can't figure it out, and I feel aggrieved just thinking about it." Xiaojie said at that time.
He stood against the wall.
"Azure Hua Xianya, the only witness of the Legion, 1923 Squadron, Private, Yin Xiaojie!" The vice-captain suddenly raised his head, and with all his energy, he called out his name.
The sound rang in the air and floated far away.
"Here we come!" Yin Xiaojie stood at attention, shook his head, and responded loudly.
When their eyes met, Xiaojie understood what Uncle Dawu meant. He smiled happily and awkwardly, and the two rows of teeth he showed were covered in blood.
"Ready to fight."
"yes."
The rumbling footsteps of the big swords were approaching, and the three big swords gathered together, howling, waving their pillar swords, and charging towards them.
Vice-captain Dawu turned back, stood at the front, and said without looking back: "Lei San, I remember you invented a formation before, and the captain scolded you when you reported it, right?"
"Well, doesn't he know how to scold that?" Lei San turned his head and looked at the captain lying on the ground, "You don't know how to scold that, you..."
"What's it called? I forgot about that formation." Dawu continued to ask.
"One word rushes into the thunder formation." Lei San turned back and said solemnly.
"Okay, come on! Let's do this today, one word..."
Dawu raised his arm and raised his knife, and said loudly.
1923’s current wounded situation makes it impossible to operate defensive or offensive formations that require strict coordination. There is no point in using those formations to face three big guns...
"Ben Lei!" Dawu finished the remaining two words.
"Ode!" "Ode!"
Lao Ga and Coffin were brothers who used to hang out with Lei San. Later, they studied this formation together and got ahead of Lei San. They took the lead and rushed out at full speed.
"What the hell! I'll kill you all!" Lei San choked with sobs, cursed loudly, and followed with an explosion of source energy.
"Chance, chant, chant!" The following team members caught up and ran in a line.
1923 front, rushing towards the big tip.
This is called the One-Word Thunder Formation. No wonder you were scolded by the captain as Lei San, your mother's one-word thunder...
"chua!" "Bang!"
One of Lao Ga's swords stabbed the large pointed side of the body at the front. At the same time, his whole body was thrown out by the sweeping pillar sword, and he died on the spot.
Without any hesitation, "Stab it in!" Coffin shouted, almost burying his head into Dajian's arms...
The knife in his right hand accurately penetrated the wound that Lao Ga had just opened.
People fell to the ground.
"Stab!" Lei San stabbed for the third time. When he stabbed in, he turned his wrist.
It spun when it was knocked out by the big point.
Dawu followed up and stabbed him for the fourth time, but Zhujian took away a piece of flesh and blood from his shoulder.
The fifth knife...
This is his mother's one-word thunder formation. One by one, one knife after another, they stabbed through half of the big pointed belly and stabbed it away...
Da Jian's body snapped, folded sideways, collapsed, and hit the ground.
