Han Qingyu dug out the metal blocks from the four shuttle-shaped aircraft on the ground and threw them over.
Lei San reached out to take it, turned to look at the injuries on his brothers, and said, "Let's go, don't be pretentious, let alone your mother-in-law, let Major Qing look down on you."
If you stay, you will probably be held back, right? They thought about it, and several team members were injured, so they couldn't wait much longer to participate in the battle.
The remaining 18 people in 1923 put away their swords and carried their comrades on the ground who would never return. Some carried one on their backs, some carried one on their backs, and held another in their hands.
That includes their captain, vice-captain...
"Let's go! See you later." They greeted each other, and Lei San said: "The 1923 team is still here. If Major Qing is free or happens to pass by in the future, remember to come and play."
"Okay, definitely." Han Qingyu's eyes were red and he sniffed. He nodded without turning around, but raised his head and looked at the sky.
High up, 4 black spots at a time are gradually enlarging.
He stood with his back, both swords on his shoulders, slowly raised the large blue light pillar sword, raised his hands by his side, and waited.
The team members of 1923 also looked up...then gritted their teeth and turned around, walking step by step towards the distance under the setting sun in the distance.
The road ahead is uphill, and it may be difficult to walk if you are injured or tired, but you have to keep going.
The setting sun stretched their shadows very long and heavy.
"Boom! Bang!"
Finally, the big-pointed spaceship landed, and the loud sound of continuous bombardment came from behind.
The battle begins.
The team members stopped on the slope and turned around.
At their original battlefield, at the school gate, Major Qing was alone, waving a blue light pillar sword and rushing into a group of 8 large swords.
The huge black head flattened and flew up.
"What a pleasure."
"Yeah, suddenly I feel like I really have a chance to win."
"Um……"
The team members watched, talked, and gradually laughed.
"Okay, let's go, don't look any further." Lei San greeted with a wry smile, then turned back and said, "If you keep looking, you won't know how to chop off the big point in the future."
The team members laughed, turned back, and continued walking forward.
"Xiaojie!" Lei San turned around again and yelled depressedly when he realized that one person was missing.
"Hey!" Yin Xiaojie, who was still standing there looking at the battlefield, suddenly came back to his senses.
"What are you guys looking at there? Let's go."
"Look at the writing on the ground." Yin Xiaojie said, "Okay."
"Word, what word? Where?"
The team members turned back again to look at the ground from above.
In the distance, on the battlefield, on the cement floor behind Major Qing, a row of numbers is vaguely carved like a ravine:
【1923】
The words are actually very big, but they didn't notice it just now, and Major Qing didn't say it either.
"No wonder he was dragging Zhu Jian away just now."
"Hmm! This typesetting must be very clear if you look at it from a high place, right?"
"Definitely."
"If no one repairs it, it seems like it will stay there for a long time."
"Yes, it will continue until mankind wins."
The discussion came to an abrupt end. The team members stood on the slope and watched silently for a while, then turned back again and walked away.
It is rumored that Major Qing is actually a person who is very bad at expressing emotions, especially those deep emotions that can make people feel sick. He can't do it at all... This is true. Just now, he didn't even express his feelings in front of them. Show too much emotion.
But today, he fights in the name of 1923.
After he has quit the azure.
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"After reporting a decrease in the number of aircraft heading to Linzhou, monitoring found that the number of aircraft heading to Wucheng in the west suddenly began to increase."
This report was less than 20 minutes after the follow-up information on the direction of Linzhou. This time the soldier learned the lesson and went straight to the content after shouting the report.
Zhang Chiyuan put away his sword and turned around, "Wucheng, that place is also in danger?"
"Ah! Yes, one of them should have landed in the city. It was blocked, and then there were more and more." The soldier said.
"Then specifically which teams are stationed nearby and what level they are. Have you checked?"
"Checked, there is only one, Ninth Army, Squad 1923. Level, ordinary squad. The previous request for assistance said that they were facing the fourth shuttle craft, but now... more than 20 have passed."
"Write it down, inquire further, and arrange aircraft to prepare for support."
The number of aircraft assigned to him was actually very small, only four, and under the current circumstances, it was extremely dangerous to launch directly into the air. Zhang Chiyuan gritted his teeth and made a decision.
After giving the order, he couldn't help but muttered: "Ordinary team, 4 ships, 20 ships, what's going on?"
"Report!" At this moment, another soldier rushed to the scene. Without waiting for a moment, he shouted directly: "Report, 1923 report, Major The Qing, appeared on the Wucheng battlefield."
Major Qing appeared on the Wucheng battlefield.
At this sentence, Zhang Chiyuan and the soldiers around him were stunned for a moment, and then their brows widened.
Zhang Chiyuan waved his hand and said: "Okay, let's notify the rejecters and find a way to take a look at them if they can see them. There is no need to worry about the rest."
"Continue to search for citizens and protect and evacuate."
After he finished speaking, he drew his sword and continued to lead people towards the depths of the battlefield.
"But he is alone. The information reported in 1923 said that he is now the only one in the entire Wucheng."
The soldier shouted worriedly behind him.
"...Don't worry about that, they won't want us to divide our troops to support them."
While talking about them, Zhang Chiyuan raised his head and glanced at the dark group of sharp peaks high in the sky. He smiled at the thieves and muttered: "Thanks, you brats."
One after another, the retreating teams of Shenghai citizens passed by him.
The big pointed spacecraft smashed down along the way.
The combat team rushed forward, fighting all the way.
…………
In Linzhou, the sound of gunfire gradually became sparse. The suppression battles were still spreading, but the intensity was gradually decreasing.
"Report, the meal is ready." A soldier ran to the side of the spacecraft and said, "The kitchen is asking if you want to bring it over and eat it here at the back of the spacecraft?"
"This..." Wen Jifei raised his gun and looked around. "Just eat in the restaurant, let the students and teachers go over, and arrange a team of people to protect you."
"yes."
In the dilapidated school cafeteria, students and teachers began to eat. Hot rice was served in a large pot and placed in a row, although there were not many dishes...
Sword-wielding warriors surrounded the building.
Occasionally, a shuttle-shaped aircraft would crash nearby, and the cafeteria house would shake slightly.
"Yao Yue." Wen Jifei said suddenly.
"Huh?" Yao Yue tilted her head and looked at him.
"You go to eat too."
"Me? I'm waiting for you, you guys, I'm not hungry."
"Hey, have you recovered from your hypoglycemia? I don't believe it, go ahead." Wen Jifei said in a low voice: "Actually, I asked them to cook, and my selfish intention was mainly because I was afraid that you would be hungry and you wouldn't eat. Wasn't my effort in vain?"
The way he said this was just like he said before, if you don't copy for me in the exam, what's the point of pairing tutoring?
"Tsk! Don't allow yourself to ruin your image."
Yao Yue said disgustedly.
"Image? Yao Yue, you may have misunderstood, haha. In fact, I am still the same as before, I have no image at all." Wen Jifei laughed while holding the lament in the square.
…………
In Wucheng, another continuous bombardment of pillar swords gradually stopped.
When the battlefield calmed down, the city fell silent.
From the four numbers 1923 on the ground, extending towards the long street, among the spiky corpses and aircraft with holes cut out on the ground, Han Qingyu put away the metal blocks, kicked away a few corpses, and took out a picture from his backpack. Blanket, shake it up and lay it flat on the floor.
"The next step for Wei Lan is to give each team an awl made of high-grade dead iron..." Just as he was thinking about it, the communicator beeped.
"Qingzi, how are you doing there?" Yang Qingbai asked.
"I'm okay." Han Qingyu said, "What about you, has the aircraft stopped?"
"Well, it's parked in the ravine. It's safe."
"That's good. Then you can sleep in the aircraft first and call me if you need anything."
"And you?"
"I'm sleeping here. They're probably going to come again, so I'll just wait here."
He lay down, and the monitoring equipment that the rejecters finally freed up finally found the location of the battlefield through intelligence positioning, and sent back the first live image...
Azure Hua Xiaya almost thought he died in the battle.
Fortunately, the big-pointed aircraft arrived again.
The image shows that he stood up from the ground, walked to the middle of the long street, stood, watched, and waited... with one man using two swords and one sword, he killed 16 big guns in the street.
"Report and monitoring found that the number of spacecraft heading to Wucheng has begun to gradually decrease."
The returned image fell into Zhang Chiyuan's hands and onto the desktops of offices at all levels of the Azure Hua Department's Asian Front Army, Alliance, and Offices.
In the dark city, there were large pointed bodies and damaged shuttle-shaped aircraft along the long street. Han Qingyu stood in the middle of the street, and the large blue light pillar sword in his hand was clearly photographed.
And the ground behind it was engraved with the number of a team: 1923.
That night, the whole world heard about the achievements and names of this ordinary team.
