For humans, Red Shoulders is no longer the hopeless existence it was forty years ago.
In the past forty years, humans have replaced four generations of source energy devices, and the combat efficiency of source weapons has doubled. In addition, progress has been made in all aspects including high-end weapons, life source energy, etc.
Even compared to Mount Hilang four years ago, humanity's high-end combat power already has stronger weapons, more experience and belief in fighting Red Shoulders, more energy spaceships that can risk their lives to cooperate, and recent equipment, including tenth-generation devices. brought about improvement.
An improvement of about 30% is actually a very exaggerated figure. Just imagine in sports, if the strength of a top athlete was improved by 30%, what would he think?
However, all this does not affect the fact that Red Shoulder is still a terrifying existence.
Especially under the current situation, it is difficult for humans to judge their size and number, in case they appear in groups!
Wen Jifei, Xi Mei, and Wu Shi faced two red shoulders at the same time - the result of a conventional battle was almost certain death.
Because even for the most common black armor, 1+1 is much greater than 2.
Therefore, Wu Shi wanted to cut the battlefield.
In the way of cutting, he activated the dying surge, exchanging injuries for injuries. He seriously injured one of them first, leaving it to Xi Mei and Wen Jifei, and then took away the other "live" one alone.
This was the best or even the only option under the circumstances. No one except Wen Jifei and Xi Mei witnessed this process, and Shi'er probably didn't even discuss it with them.
However, in this silent choice, Han Qingyu, Wen Jifei and Xi Mei actually understand the care, warmth and responsibility included.
In more than four years of being together, that guy has never expressed such emotions in words.
The rest of the people can't say this to him, because even if you do, he will only look at you silently with his numb face and numb eyes... as if to say, you Are you sick? Are you so numb? !
"How long have you been gone? Can't be contacted?" Han Qingyu asked, dragging Zhu Jian towards Hong Yao.
"It didn't take long. Well, maybe the intercom was damaged during the battle." Wen Jifei said this because they could still communicate with each other, but Wu Shi was no longer on the channel, and neither was Yang Qingbai.
He didn't have time to ask about Yang Qingbai.
"Where's Miss Xi, how are you?" Han Qingyu asked again while slashing across the red shoulder.
"It's okay, it's not broken." What Xi Mei meant was that the armor did not appear to be broken in the slumped part of her shoulders.
This may be the only thing to be thankful for at the moment, because according to past experience, once there are cracks in the armor, the death of Rusty Girl will begin.
In addition, Yang Qingbai was driving a train in the sky, carrying about thirty large-pointed aircraft alone, struggling and circling alone and without direction; Wu Shi was injured and drove the dying tide, carrying alone A red-shouldered body disappeared without a trace.
This situation gave Han Qingyu a sense of powerlessness even greater than when he was forced to flee three years ago, because now he and they think they have become very powerful, but in the face of the new situation, they still cannot take care of those around them. people.
"That's good... let's kill it."
After Han Qingyu said that, he took action directly. All the struggle and helplessness in his heart turned into anger and poured out on the red shoulder in front of him.
It was already injured. The wound left by Wu Shi on the abdomen had been torn apart by Wen Jifei's bullets and turned into a big hole.
As he took action, the armor roared behind him, and angry gunshots rang out not far away.
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"I don't know if Qingzi has arrived yet..." Wu Shi looked helplessly at the broken intercom on his chest.
At the same time, the red-shouldered figure behind him was roaring and chasing after him crazily.
The human in front of him was obviously seriously injured, and it looked like he would be able to catch up and kill him soon, but it chased him all the way down, and the battle never ended.
"Run! Take it as far as possible."
Wu Shi thought so, but where should he run? No matter, I'm not familiar with Linzhou anyway. Wherever there are few buildings and no one is around, I just run there.
Neither the rejecters nor ground surveillance could find Wu Shi and the red shoulder.
However, they could easily capture the traces of Yang Qingbai and the spacecraft, because he was in the air, and the scene in the air at this time was really grand.
From the Chinese Asia to the Alliance Council, especially the Alliance spacecraft to scientific research institutions, many people are paying attention to this incredible aerial chase.
Based on the number and performance of the spaceships, Yang Qingbai should have been dead long ago, but no, he still persisted.
It was unbelievable to survive that air massacre time and time again.
Therefore, this is probably the greatest air combat performance in the history of human energy flight so far.
The history of human energy flight is less than two years old.
"Fuck! I'm alive again."
After narrowly escaping a collision from below, the tail of the needlefish brushed against the head of the large-pointed aircraft, and Yang Qingbai took a deep breath.
Blood flowed from his nostrils and corners of his mouth under the mask. Even the special flight suit could not completely protect him.
But he didn't notice it himself.
It's like he didn't notice the raised heads and gazes of the soldiers and ordinary citizens on the ground. He didn't notice the attention from all aspects of the world.
The refuser didn't dare to disturb him too much, because every second of Yang Qingbai's life was critical.
In addition to the pilot channel, all kinds of intelligence and information that are actually meaningless are still coming:
"In the southwest corner, two more shuttle-shaped aircraft have appeared. They are expected to be attracted to you soon."
"The number of big-pointed spaceships behind you has now reached 34."
"..."
"Ahem! Can you tell me something practical? For example, is there any way to save me?" Yang Qingbai rarely had the opportunity to say a word.
However, there was silence on the other side.
At the alliance council meeting at this time, a large number of officers from the air combat department, scientific researchers, and some members of parliament were crowded together at the entrance of the general command department.
"Save him." The crowd was raging and they were begging urgently.
The valuable experience that rescuing him will bring can improve the combat level of the entire air force. Saving him can bring a lot of details and thinking about air combat, and can assist the further improvement of human spacecraft. The shocking significance of rescuing him can improve Confidence for all mankind.
Or simply, some of them just couldn't accept that he died like this. When so many people were watching him, no one could help him.
"It can't be saved. Even if all the source energy spaceships in the entire Chinese sub-war zone are lifted into the air now, there are only 22 of them! Even if all those spaceships crash into the sky, we can't save him."
"Humans don't have air capabilities yet."
"He can only rely on himself."
This is the conclusion reached by the command organization after calm deliberation. It is cruel, but true.
This is a war, and so far, more than 14 million people have died around the world.
"Okay." Facing the silent intercom, Yang Qingbai muttered with a smile, "I'll try it myself."
"The sea, I'm going to hell, I might not be able to cross it."
"However, I have been waiting for three years, not just to be heroic when I come up. I haven't left this dome yet."
Yang Qingbai terminated almost all communication channels and focused on driving and surviving until the next second... He did not think about the direction, route, or even gave up thinking about the energy consumption of the spacecraft.
Suddenly, there was a sense of immersion. Yang Qingbai felt as if he was not flying over a city, but flying alone in a vast and boundless galaxy...
The dangers are numerous and endless.
I don’t know the way forward, I don’t know the way back.
But, it's fun.
Even though he knew he was heading towards death, Yang Qingbai still found it interesting, a kind of instinctive pleasure in driving that came from the bottom of his heart.
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At about the same time, another human aircraft was about to enter the sky over Linzhou, and the pilot suddenly chose to turn.
"Report to the commander of the regiment, because the situation above Linzhou is very dangerous at the moment. We are now preparing to take a detour and rush to the Shenghai battlefield."
The people in the cabin were explaining the reason for the turn to an old man.
There is only one person in this world who can be simply called the Legion Commander. This morning, because the war situation in Yuzhou was temporarily stable, Chen Buxu took a special aircraft and rushed to the Shenghai battlefield.
"Oh. Why? What happened over Linzhou?" the old man asked curiously.
"Report to the commander of the regiment..." The entourage reported in detail the situation over Linzhou, saying: "Xi Xi Fengrui started last night and participated in the battle in three places. This aircraft belongs to them, and the pilot's name is Yang Qingbai..."
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"Chi! Chi!" The frequency band that had been closed suddenly experienced signal fluctuations.
This seems to be a most advanced frequency band that is being forcibly cut in.
"Fuck! Are you sick?" The wonderful feeling was broken, and the depression of dying came back again. Yang Qingbai cursed angrily.
But the person on the other end didn't mind. With a gentle smile, the voice on the intercom said, "I heard that you are driving a train in the sky? Young man."
The old voice sounded familiar, and Yang Qingbai was stunned: "You..."
"Chen is not hungry."
"Legion Commander?!"
"Isn't it?" Chen Buxuan said: "I just asked someone to look at it and they said that there is a place not far to the left of your route with a very high building... How about it? Since you are so powerful, do you have the ability to do it? Is the train coming?”
"Ah?" Yang Qingbai was stunned.
"I'll wait for you on the top of the tallest building."
"I, I can try, but legion commander, the big pointed spaceship behind me..."
"It's okay, I'm Chen Buxing."
"...Yes! Legion Commander."
The building complex was not far away and could be seen. Yang Qingbai took a deep breath and began to look for opportunities.
At the same time, northwest of Linzhou City, behind the tallest building in a group of buildings, a human aircraft was quickly leaving the scene and at the same time retracting the dead iron chain used for rappelling.
The aircraft quickly disappeared into the sky.
However, it left a man on the roof.
An old man with white hair, carrying a knife named Zhanhong, stood calmly on the top of the building, standing in the high-altitude hunting wind.
