613.The power of a battle

Style: Fantasy Author: Human arsenalWords: 2380Update Time: 24/01/13 14:13:32
Our enemies, which are the monsters or aliens you see now, we are accustomed to call them Dajian. It is currently judged that they come from a source energy civilization with a completely different technological system from ours..."

The sound from the television broadcast was still ringing.

The battle scenes of the Blue Alliance on the screen are also constantly switching. Dripping blood and endless blades fill the screen, and everything cruel and shocking is displayed.

It just said that there is a force that has silently protected mankind for nearly a hundred years. In the past hundred years, silent sacrifices have been made for everything that is breathing. There is no retreat, and the body is blocked in the sky.

The students in the cafeteria were silent and looking sideways, because some of them were sitting in front of them, eating big mouthfuls of rice.

They just saved this school last night. Some of the people here don't look particularly strong. They also joke, shout about pain, and curse. Naturally, they must be someone's son, daughter, brother or sister at home. Maybe even the father or mother of a child, but they, fighting that thing called a big tip...

Look carefully, everyone has wounds or old scars on their bodies.

At this moment, against the background of the sound of the radio, the entire canteen seemed a little quiet, except for the sounds of the soldiers eating and swallowing.

Those guys who were yelling and scolding just now because they were injured are now gritting their teeth and shutting up and refraining from shouting because they are afraid of being embarrassed.

The medical staff accompanying the army were busy shuttling between rows of long tables, bandaging the wounded who were eating.

Except for Xi Mei who was still watching the TV screen with interest, Wu Shi didn't even raise his head at all, and even Wen Jifei didn't turn around to look at Yao Yue's eyes.

how to say? Most of them are not used to such scenes, not used to being noticed by ordinary people, and looking at them with such eyes.

"What the hell? It's as if we bastards have suddenly become the savior. God, look at it. I've said it a long time ago. I will definitely take back the steps towards hell and catch you again. of clothes."

A white soldier muttered, generally feeling pretty good, got up, and went to add another bowl of rice.

The hunger that was invisible in the source energy state became extremely intense after the state was temporarily released. Each of the soldiers had an astonishing appetite.

The soldier placed the bowl on the windowsill covered with broken glass, scooped out the rice with his left hand, carried it back with his left hand, and held the spoon with his left hand.

Most of the fighters in the audience were holding spoons or chopsticks with their left hands, and only a small number used their right hands. This was not a matter of habit, but because most of them used their right hand as their main weapon.

After a night of fighting, it was now impossible for their main weapon hand to hold chopsticks or a spoon. Of course, if there is a need for combat, as long as the device is turned on, this hand can still carry the knife into battle.

Since these people were selected as the first batch to be equipped with the tenth-generation device and came to Linzhou with Wen Jifei, they were naturally the elite among the common warriors of Xixi. Most of them had experienced hundreds of battles due to their background.

"Bah... tah!" The chopsticks in Wu Shi's hand suddenly fell down, fell on the table, and then fell to the ground.

Although he has super combat power, he also contributes the most in combat. Wu Shi's current situation is worse than others, because his hands basically have no distinction between primary and secondary hands.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..." In the silence, a girl stood up, ran quickly to the front, measured a pair of chopsticks, and then ran back to Wu Shi's table.

Then he stood up straight and held out his hands.

At this time, Wu Shi had already picked up the chopsticks, and looked up at her in confusion.

Because of his glance, the girl's eyes suddenly became panicked.

Wearing an all-black combat uniform, Wu Shi is not the kind of person who looks very strong. He is tall but looks well-proportioned and slender. He has military-style short hair. His face is always numb, because of his age and never complicated appearance. There is even a sense of youthfulness in his psychology, and now there are some small scabbed wounds and a few messy blood stains... His eyes are as without any emotion as before.

To put it another way, Comrade Shier may actually be the most perfect match for girls’ dreams and fantasies about doomsday warriors.

That powerful and ruthless image.

"Thank you." The two words in a low voice were the only two words from the beginning until now. Wu Shi took the chopsticks and continued to eat.

At the same time, "Ta!" Wen Jifei put down his chopsticks.

The fourth bowl, the bowl is empty.

"Do you want more? I'll help you serve it." Yao Yue reached for the bowl and said softly.

"No, I'm full." Wen Jifei shook his head and continued to look at the TV screen.

At this time, in the broadcasts on TV and radio, Kemer had already finished explaining several issues, such as the situation of Dajian, the human situation, etc.

"sorry."

At the end, his voice was a little heavy and ashamed, and he said:

"After spending nearly a hundred years, we were ultimately unable to prevent this large-scale invasion. Now I can't even hypocritically comfort you. This is not a catastrophe for all mankind. I can't give you a time to tell you what all this is about. The time will end…”

"However, one thing will not change, that is, we are still fighting and have not given up. And we will continue to fight like this, using our blood and lives to protect this dome."

"We, humans, have the power to fight."

The voice fell.

As if to confirm Kemer's words, the screen switched again, and some brilliant and inspiring scenes were shown in sequence:

For example, the counterattack in Antarctica, the large spiky corpses on the ice sheet or on the ground, the resistance of super combat forces and elite armed forces around the world, the evacuation of the protected people, etc.

"Wow!" There was a short exclamation in the cafeteria, and then the noise quickly stopped.

Because at this time, a photo of a scene from Yuejiang University taken by a rejecter from high altitude had just slowly flashed across the screen.

In the photo, buildings collapsed, crowds were in panic, and a huge metal spaceship was parked in the campus square. Men with guns stood on top of it, and there were piles of spiky corpses on three sides.

In the macro picture, the human battle group is like a spreading circle, expanding outward.

A figure in black clothes and holding a spear rushed alone into the group of sharp peaks.

The cold-armored man stood in the middle of a pile of large spiky corpses, holding a long sword. He turned his head slightly and looked calmly, waiting for a few black spots to gradually fall from high in the sky.

In a corner of the campus, smoke was rising.

Then, the final photo.

"Idiot!" Xixi Fengrui, the soldiers present, and even the foreigners all cursed these two words unconsciously with a bit of surprise, excitement and pride.

In the photo, there is moonlight on the long street. The entire long street is covered with spiky corpses and the remains of aircraft. A figure is standing in the middle of the street holding a blue pillar sword, and numbers are carved on the ground behind him.

"Who, 1923, who is he?" Wen Jifei and the others obviously knew this person, and they were very familiar with him. They probably guessed it, Yao Yue asked carefully and expectantly.

Her roommates, as well as all the students, teachers, and support staff present, were waiting for the answer while watching the frozen scene.

The picture of one person, one city shocked everyone.

"Han Qingshe." Wen Jifei snickered and whispered, "Doesn't it feel amazing to look at? It's okay. You'll get used to it in the future."

"Ah? Okay." Yao Yuexin said, isn't it Han Qingyu?

"The Qing Major." Fortunately, Xi Mei's voice was louder than Wen Jifei's.

Then, she looked at the confusion and proudly explained: "Because there are many junior high schools in this world, and there are also many people with the word "青" in their names... Later you will know why this one has the word "The" added to it."