On the Western Front battlefield, there is no trace of the blood-stained journey that resembles the world of ice and snow. The soldiers on the Blue Western Front have actually become somewhat numb to the killing, death and endless battles.
However, after withstanding a sudden and unprecedented crazy offensive by the top troops, gradually, a sense of relaxation quietly emerged from the exhausted limbs of the soldiers, and was then realized by the brain.
The size of the Dajian troops in sight has not been significantly reduced, and the offensive is still continuing. So why do you feel so much more relaxed?
The answer quickly appeared in everyone's mind, as well as in field observations on the battlefield - the number of red-shoulders in the big point group has decreased, and the proportion has dropped significantly.
They were mobilized and quietly withdrew from the Western Front after the previous offensive failed.
As for where they went? No need to say more.
This seems to prove that the expected only breaking point in Antarctica does exist and is effective. The sharp redemption offensive of the eastern stream finally poses a real threat to the big tip traction field at the pole.
Because they were closer to the pole, the troops on the western front were the first to feel the quiet changes on the battlefield.
However, no one felt happy because of such a change.
Because they are warriors, warriors who have fought to the death. Because, in their hearts, each of them knew clearly at this moment that every bit of ease gained here on the Western Front was actually obtained by the sacrifice of allies on another journey.
Every red shoulder that leaves the Western Front will appear on another battlefield.
A battlefield where there is already a huge disparity between the enemy and ourselves.
"They only have 6,000 people. No, there are not that many anymore."
All eyes were unconsciously looking eastward at this moment. They can finally speed up the pace of returning aid to the peninsula, but the sharp pace of the stream on the other side is accelerating, rushing towards hell.
"Us! Let's attack too?!" Because of a friendship on Mount Hilang many years ago, the entire Mexican army still has a great impression of Xixi Fengrui.
When the top super from Mexico suggested this, the actions of the entire audience and the remaining 200,000 soldiers on the Western Front seemed to come to a halt.
Kill him back?
Kill through the western defense line of Dajian, and kill towards the traction field at the extreme, their original goal.
Together with Xixi Fengrui, they attacked from east to west, and finally fought to the death in the area around the traction field, doing their best and obeying fate.
Don't doubt the courage of any blue warrior who has been fighting until now, they are willing.
"Do you want to do it or not?"
"Do it?"
In an instant, countless voices asked.
But, "No...go!"
Let's go, don't hesitate, don't think, don't be impatient, don't let it all go to waste... Hua Shuai, who was seriously injured, held a knife in one hand and covered the wound with the other. He turned his eyes back and yelled with energy.
The direction his knife-holding arm was pointing was still south.
Dajian's defenses on the western front were the thickest in the entire Antarctic continent. It was precisely because they had attracted almost all of Dai Er's attention that a breaking point appeared on the eastern front.
So far, even if part of the Red Shoulders has withdrawn, this line of defense is still insurmountable.
The 200,000 exhausted soldiers on the Western Front are no longer capable of breaking through this line of defense. If they go, they will only die together. At the same time, the efforts on the Eastern Front will be ruined, and the comrades and logistics personnel on the Peninsula battlefield will continue to be destroyed. Caught in carnage.
So, they have to go.
Continue south, seize this opportunity created by allies, continue to break through, and at the same time return to the peninsula to create local advantages...
This means that perhaps soon, there will be only one lone army left on the main continent of Antarctica.
"...Let's go!" After a short silence, Hua Shuai shouted again at the top of his lungs, almost roaring.
This sentence was shouted to the soldiers on the Western Front who were obviously still hesitating.
He yelled it to himself.
As the de facto supreme commander of the Azure Western Front, the huge pain and guilt caused by issuing this order made Hua Bicheng, the top super super of the Chinese sub-class who is known for his free and easy and undisciplined style, his eyes turn red in an instant. .
Hua Bilu knew that he would probably have to carry this guilt and pain for the rest of his life from now on.
After the eighth breakout, the charge began. With their changed emotions, the soldiers on the Western Front finally continued on their way home to the south.
At this time, "Hey, run, where are you running? You little Dai."
Arrogant, proud, showing off, and arrogant, an untimely voice suddenly appeared from the top of an ice peak on the side.
If there is one person in all mankind who is not worried about the Allies on the Eastern Front, then he can only be the owner of the voice just now, the currently very swollen Pink-haired Pegmont.
As he said, he would hold Dai Er back on the Eastern Front. In this way, the pressure on the Eastern Front will be reduced a lot. That bastard will have no enemy over there that can compete with him.
"It took a lot of effort to catch you, you idiot."
"Boom!" The ice peak broke and was kicked out. Amidst the sound of energy bursting, pink hair fluttered in the air, and Pegmont's figure once again chased Dai Er.
Even though the location where Dai Er was at this time was a densely packed group of large peaks.
Dai Er hasn't left yet. It seems that after weighing it, he still thinks that he should continue to stay on the Western Front to intercept. Or maybe he is worried that he will leave. That pink-haired pervert has no biological logic, combat power logic or characteristic logic at all. Humans will massacre everyone.
"Crack! Crack, crack, crack, crack... Boom!"
Dai Er raised his sword with both hands, splitting the flying ice peak head-on, and then collided head-on with Pegmont who followed.
On the West Antarctic Front, Pegmont VS Dai Er, the Nth collision has begun.
At this moment, the communicator on Pegmont's body had long been shattered. Even if Marklov wanted to contact him and tell him something, he couldn't.
In fact, if she had made contact, or a certain frequency band of the Refusers accidentally conveyed to Pegmount the truth that Major Qing had not recovered and did not appear on the Eastern Front, it would probably not have any impact. …Because, he doesn’t believe it.
No matter who it was or how it was said, Pegmount would never believe it now.
For this, he has a very solid and direct logical support - before, that bastard really calmly caught his full-strength sword; but now, he is really the same, and he is on par with Dai Er, They seriously injured each other and hacked each other for a long time.
Therefore, that guy is at least equal to Dai Er, and most likely still stronger than Dai Er.
"Let him go. Maybe, he can really hold Dai Er back. Yes, he can, or he may accidentally follow it to the Eastern Front later."
Marklov was a little worried when he thought of this, but unconsciously, he hoped that Peg could go. Because if Dai Er really goes back, and there is no Major Qing there, there will be no one in Xixi Fengrui who can compete with Dai Er.
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"Pick up! Pick up..." Yang Qingbai has been calling for almost 20 minutes, but still hasn't received a response from Wen Jifei.
His side is probably in a one-way command state for the entire battlefield.
And what Yang Qingbai wanted to say was actually just one sentence: "He's here."
Qingzi left and went to the battlefield. In the more than twenty minutes since he left, Yang Qingbai has been in a chaotic and complicated state, sometimes regretting and blaming herself, sometimes worrying and fearful, sometimes unconsciously looking forward to...
"Something must have happened to Qingzi. It must have happened. After all, he stepped directly into the lava without hesitation."
Yang Qingbai tried to comfort herself and be more optimistic.
"Instructor, instructor!" shouted from behind, Lubi Azha, along with several spaceship pilots, looked at Yang Qingbai who finally came back to his senses, "What should we do now?"
Yes, what should we do now?
The Swordfish-class spaceship is still there, but the people who are about to be sent away have already gone to the battlefield, leaving a bunch of spaceship pilots here, unable to go to the battlefield and not knowing where to go.
"...I don't know." Yang Qingbai responded in annoyance and threw a cigarette into his mouth.
Anyway, it’s impossible to leave.
In Yang Qingbai's world, the only reason for a spaceship pilot to leave the battlefield is to take his comrades away.
Therefore, today's East Antarctic route is destined to not have a red moth-painted human energy spacecraft that was launched for evacuation.
"I don't know what happened in the past twenty minutes..."
"With Aoko's speed, maybe it's almost there?"
Yang Qingbai thought uneasily.
