Because of the lingering fear of almost losing their partner, everyone in the small team was afraid and afraid, but no one except Wen Jifei and Han Qingyu told each other.
At the same time, everyone is eager to do something and achieve more, and He Tangtang is certainly the same.
But he is too good.
In the past, he could still be responsible for protecting Wen Jifei and so on, but now a group of them are faced with red-shouldered, even wearing um, when he appears on the battlefield, he can only be the one being protected most of the time.
This feeling is simply too powerless and frustrating for Yan Xi, a great kidney striker.
Having been trapped in the sub-top for more than three years and unable to move...the only thing He Tangtang can hope for now is the flame rot from Alphonse.
In fact, since he got the Yanxu, apart from his worries, He Tangtang couldn't control himself and wanted to eat something all the time.
The recipes considered range from Han Qingyu, Ye Jian, Wu Shi to Xiao Wangye, plague chicken... to dinosaur skeletons in the museum, to elephants and tigers, cats, dogs, snakes and rats.
The idea finally came to Dajian...
"Isn't this harmless? Just like when there was a locust plague before, and some people ate locusts." He Tangtang said and licked his lips. He had eaten locusts, as well as scorpions, pine tree insects, etc.
"Yeah." Wen Jifei nodded, and then asked: "The question is how do you plan to eat it? Is it okay to do it like Alphonse did?"
Underground in the third fixed exploration site, the life source energy extraction device that Alphonse used before is still there.
After all, tools of evil do not necessarily serve only evil purposes.
Now Dajian is no longer self-destructive.
What Wen Jifei meant was, how about repairing it, making hundreds of large spikes, and soaking them in to try?
"How about eating it directly? I thought about it, for example, on the battlefield, I could catch one in front of tens of thousands of giants and give it a bite. It would scare them to death..."
He Tangtang said and smiled proudly.
Maybe he was joking about "eating", but Han Qingyu misunderstood. He looked at him and said seriously:
"In fact, Alphonse can be eaten directly. Do you remember that he pounced on his son at the end? He forgot that he had lost his characteristics and wanted to replenish his life source energy by devouring Ziller."
"What I mean is that the characteristic of the Yanxu itself is to devour it. If you are willing to consume it, you can probably just eat it directly."
He Tangtang was stunned for a moment.
A picture appeared in his mind. He was standing on a vast battlefield. He did not draw his sword, but just grabbed his neck with one hand and dragged a big sword, and walked towards the enemy group...
The big tip was gradually swallowed up and struggled in his hand. Then, "bang", it turned into ashes in his hand.
"Jie Jie Jie." I should laugh like this then, right? He lowered his head slightly, looked up at them, and smiled ferociously like a devil.
They would also be afraid of a legend about a man-eating, no, a top-eating demon, right?
On the way back, He Tangtang thought about trying it back. He fantasized about it and simulated it unconsciously.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you crazy? You just scared the doctors and nurses who were passing by. Do you know that?!"
Han Qingyu and Wen Jifei each cursed.
No respect for the "top devil" at all.
While talking, the three of them walked through the back door and walked into a large conference room with a TV on the second floor of the hospital.
There were already many people in the conference room. When they turned around and saw them, they stood up and greeted them with a smile.
Whether they are the wounded or the doctors and nurses, they all know who has recently been admitted to the hospital, and who the regiment commander and chief of general staff are here to see.
The three people quickly leaned forward to respond.
Then sit down in the back row.
"Major Qing, take care of yourself." someone said.
"Okay, thank you."
"Keep Qingshan here, we are not in a hurry..." someone continued.
Han Qingyu was stunned for a moment. Hearing this, it seemed that Zhe Qiuhong's judgment on my physical condition had been spread out? This shouldn't be the case. Han Qingyu thought to himself.
But that's the fact. Zhe Qiuhong had already spread "this information" under the pretext of consulting with hospital doctors to discuss treatment plans.
"Okay, I'm not in a hurry." Han Qingyu could only answer like this first.
At this time, the TV screen was still playing the previous set of images in a loop.
Speaker Kemore's speech, battle scenes, leaders' speeches...
However, it has now added many more scenes, such as the scene where the legion commander stands on the top of a tall building and cuts down a train.
When that scene appeared, almost everyone in the conference room was excited and trembling, even if some of them had seen it many times.
This was the first time for Han Qingyu, Wen Jifei and He Tangtang to see it.
"Grass!"
"horrible."
"Um."
Han Qingyu became more and more confused about the old man's level of combat power.
At this time, the TV screen switches:
In the dilapidated Shenghai City, the streets were dusty, the ground was covered with broken bricks and various household debris, and the sky was shrouded in huge shadows.
A group of azure warriors, wounded and bloody after the battle, sat on the ground against the wall on the street, holding their swords in hand, gnawing bread and drinking water.
"Everyone has seen that now, the citizens of Shenghai have basically evacuated, and only Azure's warriors are still fighting here. The big sharp group is right above our heads, but our warriors have not flinched, nor are they afraid..."
The reporter walked forward as he spoke and squatted down next to a soldier who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties.
"Hello, I am He Cong, a reporter who has recently joined Weilan. Here is my ID. Can I interview you? Sergeant."
"Huh?" The soldier shook his head and turned to look at the reporter, the microphone in her hand, and the camera... He washed the bread from his mouth with water and turned around, "Well, you can pick it up."
"What is your serial number? And you..." The reporter tried his best to start in a chatting manner.
"Oh, the Cerulean Asian Front Army, the only witnessing legion, the Fourth Army, the 552nd, 496th mixed team, my name is Fu Dahai."
"Well, how long has it been since Sergeant Fu joined Weilan?"
"Six years... almost seven years."
"It seems that Sergeant Fu is already a veteran." The reporter turned around and looked at the camera, motioning for the sergeant to look at the camera as well, and said, "Then, could you please tell us, Sergeant Fu, about your battle with Da Jian?" Feelings?"
"Feelings? How does it feel to fight with Dajian?"
The sergeant named Fu Dahai muttered, looking a little dazed. He said to himself that I am uneducated and I can't explain how I feel.
"Yeah." The reporter looked at him expectantly.
Sergeant Fu slowly glanced at the camera. At this moment, his dirty and plain face with scabs and wounds was clearly shown in the camera. His eyes looking at the camera were also very ordinary... He slowly spoke. ,He said:
"Afraid. The feeling is fear."
There was sudden silence in the conference room.
Including three Han Qingyu. Han Qingyu believes that everyone else in front of the TV in other parts of the world should be the same.
"Are you scared?" the reporter asked in a daze.
"Nonsense...of course I'm scared. Who wouldn't be scared when they saw that thing at the beginning?! We're going to go up and chop it. Even now, I'm a veteran, and I'm still scared when there's such a big group of them hanging on my head."
Fu Dahai felt that he might have said something wrong, and that he should have spoken more forcefully during the interview... But when he asked himself, he was telling the truth, and he looked a little depressed and angry in his panic.
"So, while you are afraid, you still fight, right?" The reporter tried to make his tone thoughtful and weighty, and continued to ask.
"Well, actually it's almost the same." With a flat tone, it seemed that there was something wrong with the language organization. Fu Dahai was stuck, pointed at himself, and said, "Can I be a little more earthy?"
Reporter: "Okay."
"I used to be a farmer...so it feels, roughly, as if you were working in the fields, and suddenly a big tiger ran out of the forest and stood there staring up at you without leaving. Do you understand?"
"Yeah." The reporter girl suddenly found the feeling of dialogue. At the same time, she believed that those who saw the interview later would also find the same sense of authenticity.
"I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm almost crying in my heart, I want to avoid it, I want to run, but you know, as soon as you turn around, it will pounce on you and bite you, and you can't run away from it... In the end, there is no way We have no choice but to go all out and give him a hoe."
"Yeah." The reporter nodded vigorously without adding any unnecessary words.
"When you start swinging, you won't be afraid anymore, until someone comes out and it's a fight to the death." Fu Dahai said.
"Yes." The reporter continued to look at Fu Dahai expectantly.
Fu Dahai also looked at her and thought to himself, "What kind of bad reporter is this? Are you just okay? Are you okay all the time?" Do you want me to say more? I have already finished speaking...
But the reporter girl's burning eyes were still looking at him closely, with sincerity and expectation.
With no other choice, Fu Dahai thought hard and said, "How about I give you another analogy?"
The reporter girl nodded vigorously: "Okay."
"Behind my hometown village, there is an old cemetery on the roadside. In the past, we had a rogue who loved to hide in that cemetery at night, pretending to be a ghost and scaring people, chasing his wife, his wife, and the little girl... Others ran away crying, He was having fun while chasing after him, reaching out to take advantage. At that time, the village didn't know it was him, and everyone was scared after hearing it. Guess what happened next?"
Suddenly being asked a question, the female reporter was a little flustered: "Huh?"
"Later, there was a newly married daughter-in-law who came back to her parents' home late and met him... She cried, ran, and fell all the way. In the end, she couldn't run anymore... turned her head and hit a brick Shoot him to death."
Fu Dahai has finished speaking...
There was a low laugh in the conference room.
The reporter may have been confused and did not say anything.
"It's true, I'm not making it up." Fu Dahai promised seriously, then seemed a little anxious, glanced at the camera, and said, "Mom, dad, we have had this happen before, right? Everyone in the village knows it, dad , Mom, you..."
Suddenly, two lines of tears fell down his dirty, dusty face.
