After smoking the cigarettes in their hands, the veterans stopped talking.
This is not the occasion for them to talk. It’s just that the emotions of the brothers have been chaotic and the pain is suppressed during this period. If they don’t find someone to talk to, they are afraid that they will be discouraged, so they will accept that they are disabled, lose their spirit, and live a rotten life. trees.
The four of them are veterans who have experienced life and death. Now they are disabled, but they are still alive. The last breath in their hearts is actually more important than life.
Today, they said their brave words to Major Qing in front of the commander and brothers... They have face to care about, and they have the spirit and ambition to grit their teeth and carry on happily.
In the end, you may close your eyes with regret but peace of mind.
Maybe one day, I will draw my sword for the last time and risk my life together.
"Major Qing, see you later."
"See you later." Han Qingyu nodded, lowered his head and wanted to leave the umbrella.
But the veteran kept the umbrella in his hand.
Holding a big black umbrella in his right hand, Han Qingyu continued to walk towards the queue in the rain.
At this time, he didn't know the impact of his performance just now. Compared with the powerful and shocking performance before, his performance was very ordinary, but because of its ordinaryness and detail, it caused confusion among the people closest to him at the scene.
"Recovered?" After He Tangtang and Yang Qingbai were stunned, they both turned their attention to Xi Mei.
"But... maybe it is." Xi Mei said after hesitating. Probably so. She suddenly felt conflicted. First she was happy for Qingzi, but then she couldn't help but feel entangled.
"Nineteen-year-old Qingzi is so funny and heart-wrenching. And that guy is so annoying and annoying."
Even though she thought so, Xi Mei was still happy for him.
At the same time, even Wen Jifei glanced at Wu Shi and asked with his eyes.
When their eyes met, Wu Shi shook his head slightly with an imperceptible movement, denying his conjecture.
Qingzi didn't recover, but the combat power he showed with that sword strike was because he was already very strong, and he was still very strong even without recovery.
But he still hasn't recovered.
Wu Shi can make an immediate judgment on this point, but others cannot. This has nothing to do with the familiarity between them and Han Qingyu. To say they are familiar, it must be Wen Jifei who is the most familiar.
The basis for making this judgment is strength.
As the old saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door. To judge the true level of Han Qingyu's attack, the requirements for "experts" are very high. To clearly understand the skill, super is not enough. At least he must be in the top ten on the dome list.
In other words, apart from himself, there are not many such people in the world.
There were two such people at the scene.
Besides Wu Shi, there was another one, the invincible old man.
"How is it?" Xu Xiaohong turned her head and gestured with her eyes, asking expectantly.
Chen Buxu said with his eyes, "No."
"No? Then why do I see that you are still so excited?"
"He just didn't use Yan Xi's power." Chen Buxian said softly and slowly, but said every word with force.
Han Qingyu's flame decay is still sealed, and the strongest lava properties from Ivan are probably the same, so both Wu Shi and Chen Buxu can say with certainty that he has not recovered.
However, Chen Buxu's words were not used to answer why he said Han Qingyu had not recovered yet. He was used to answer Xu Xiaohong's answer to why he was excited.
"...What do you mean?" Xu Xiaohong finally asked and understood.
Pupils dilated in eyes, startled, then delighted.
Because if Chen is not hungry, there will be no Yanxi.
He is invincible in the world and has nothing to do with inflammation and decay. He is an extraordinary existence born from the combination and transformation of human beings' own potential and source energy, or in other words, the ultimate transcendence of the race.
Xu Xiaohong once asked Chen Buxu, will Han Qingyu's combat power surpass you one day?
Chen Buxu said: "I don't know, maybe it's possible."
"What about Mi Wang? His limit, can he surpass Mi Wang in the future?" Xu Xiaohong continued to ask at that time.
Chen Buxu shook his head decisively, "It's almost impossible."
"Why?"
"Because he is Yan Xi. I took Mi Wang's sword. Do you know what Mi Wang is?... Mi Wang is the ultimate form of Yan Xi in this current generation of the universe."
Therefore, as Chen Buxian meant, it was almost impossible for Han Qingyu to go further than Mi Wang on the path of Yan Xu.
Just like himself, as the ultimate state of human transcendence, it is generally impossible to overtake from another road and walk in front of Yanxian.
Now, now, here...another possibility appears.
This was the reason why Chen Buxu was so excited.
Han Qingyu lost his memory, Yan Xi was sealed, and his state basically returned to that of an ordinary nineteen-year-old boy, leaving only his powerful body and reactions tempered by source energy.
"The path he is taking now may be my path." Chen Buxuan suddenly whispered.
"So, teach him?...Are you going to tell him?" Xu Xiaohong was a little confused, because does this mean that Han Qingyu could embark on two completely different paths at the same time? He wasn't sure.
"No, from this moment on, the path he continues to pursue is actually very different from mine. Because his inflammation has not actually disappeared."
Chen Buxu shook his head. Even if it was just his share, he still couldn't teach it, and probably couldn't teach it either.
"Let him take his time, even if the final result is failure." Chen Buxuan said and turned his head, no longer looking at Han Qingyu.
Han Qingyu may not be able to follow this path and walk out on his own unique path. However, Chen Buxu's final decision was to just watch and not even tell him.
At this time, the excavation of the tomb on the high cliff had been completed, and the military funeral ceremony had reached the final stage of burial.
Before Qingzi came back, Wu Shizhong took his place again and supported Commander Zhang's spirit.
"Remember what you said to me before?"
The moment the supporting team took a step forward, they seemed suddenly a little uneasy. Chen Buxian turned to ask Xu Xiaohong proactively.
Xu Xiaohong: "Huh?"
"You said that when an egg is broken from the inside, it is new life, and when it is broken from the outside, it is food."
After saying that, Chen Buqi helped Ling and walked forward.
It's rare for him to say something literate.
Xu Xiaohong probably understood what Chen Wufu wanted to express. He said that the truly new road could only be broken out by Han Qingyu himself.
Otherwise, one day in the future, when he finally stands in front of Miwang, he will still be just "food".
In terms of species suppression, Yanxian is a far more powerful existence than humans.
In the past era of inflammation, the entire civilization of this planet, whether it was dinosaurs or humans, was generally at the very low end of the food chain.
…………
In fact, there are people in this world who regard big tips as "food".
So far, there's only one.
He Tangtang finally caught Qingzi's gaze, his eyes were excited, and he raised his hand towards him. He probably didn't mean to congratulate you on your recovery, but said: "Welcome back to the ranks of our masters."
Unfortunately, Han Qingyu didn't appreciate it. He only glanced at him, ignored him, and walked away.
That was the area where Zhang Chiyuan and the other ten families of the martyrs were... In order to restrain his emotions, Han Qingyu had not dared to look at them too much before.
Even when Commander Zhang mentioned him in the letter, he didn't dare to read more.
But now, there is a little boy standing alone in the rain.
Zhang Xinghe was originally standing with his mother, who was hugging him in front of him. The Weilan staff were behind them and held an umbrella for the mother and son.
But just now, when his father's coffin began to move up the mountain, the seven-year-old boy suddenly rushed out from under the umbrella.
Mom pulled him for a while but didn't hold him back. Seeing that he didn't run far away, she didn't pull him anymore.
The staff holding the umbrella also hurriedly came up and pulled it...but it was also broken away.
The little boy was unexpectedly stubborn, biting his lip and standing in the rain.
There was no one to help for a while. The staff looked around and decided to go back to Mrs. Zhang first, because at this time, He Yunqing was pale, breathless, and might collapse at any time.
Xiao Xinghe stood a few meters in front of them, standing in the rain, and suddenly raised his hand in a blue military salute.
And then, while shedding tears, she stubbornly maintained her saluting posture, looking at her father's coffin, on the shoulders of the supporter, all the way up the mountain.
Han Qingyu walked to him.
Xiao Xinghe looked up at him.
Han Qingyu didn't hold an umbrella for Xiao Xinghe. He put the umbrella away and stood beside him without saying a word.
In this way, we watched together until the eleven coffins went up the mountain.
Zhang Chiyuan's coffin was buried in the tomb at the highest point of the cliff.
In the end, a huge stone tablet was embedded and sealed the tomb door.
"If you're a man, don't catch a cold. Go back and take care of mom for dad." Han Qingyu finally spoke and held up the umbrella at the same time.
Under the umbrella, Xiao Xinghe looked up at him again, "Yeah."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes." Xiao Xinghe blinked and nodded vigorously, "You are Major Qing."
Of course he knew about Major Qing, as did all his classmates. They imitated his equipment, his fighting moves, everything about him... Xiao Xinghe's eyes finally showed excitement.
"...Yes." Han Qingyu nodded hesitantly and said, "Anyway, I am the friend mentioned in your father's letter. He said that you can go to him for anything."
After Han Qingyu finished speaking, he took off a leader's epaulette specially made for him by Xixi Fengrui and placed it in Xiao Xinghe's hand.
Give him the umbrella again...
Finally, he reached out to pat the little boy on the shoulder in a very brotherly manner.
Turn around.
