Like a distant scene in a science fiction movie, the sword flashed around, and they saw that Qingzi had smashed out an empty space in the dark group of large spikes, the shape of which was about a circle.
The ice surface there is exposed, reflecting the aurora in the sky.
This scene fell in the eyes of everyone on the ice rock, especially in the high-altitude image of the refuser, as if a colorful light suddenly shot out from a huge black hole.
Therefore, even those in front of the TV knew at this moment that Major Qing was going alone again.
Centered on the position where he fell, some large spiky corpses flew up in the air, spraying blood, while the other part was smashed backwards like cannonballs, knocking over and knocking back several bodies before being held up by their dense formation. .
This temporarily made the circular light amplify a little more.
The injured Major Qing still maintained a complete crushing situation against the low-level Dajian in terms of combat power.
However, the next second, visible to the naked eye and visible in satellite images, the entire large cluster of peaks around the traction field began to flow.
The visual experience of this scene is like a huge black swamp that begins to flow slowly.
Because it is huge and too far away, this flow may seem a little slow at first, but it is full of weight and power, as if it can crush everything.
In fact, the impact of the big peak group cannot be slow, they rush in like torrents and tides...
The big ones in front continued to die, and their corpses on the ground continued to increase.
Major Qing killed quickly, very quickly.
However, as if he didn't feel anything, the large groups behind him were still flowing and squeezing from all directions, trying to attack him desperately.
The colorful aperture is shrinking, and the empty circle is shrinking, getting smaller and smaller, getting smaller and smaller...
At this point, the answer is already obvious. Even Major The Qing cannot sustain such fighting and consumption for a long time.
"Come back! Qingzi!" Seeing that the colorful light in the black hole was getting dimmer and dimming, and the circle had almost shrunk to the point where it was impossible to stretch out to make an attack, the rusty girl shouted anxiously.
"Ode!" Without Lian Zhan, Han Qingyu came out. Relying on the traction of the large pillar sword, he suddenly shot out of the encirclement without any preparation at all.
But even so, "Hoo!" 4,500 people on the ice rock still exclaimed and lost their voices at the same time.
Because they were all watching, the scene of Han Qingyu's escape this time was not only not as relaxed and carefree as in the past, but also extremely thrilling.
The moment he was separated from his body, four red-shouldered bodies in the large group of sharp peaks suddenly rose up at the same time, slashing towards him from four angles, like a closed lid, trying to slash him back to the surrounding circle on the ground.
By a hair's breadth, Han Qingyu was not cut down, and the sword passed by his body.
While flying in the air, the man waved his sword and chopped off more than a dozen stabbed pillar swords. Five or six more swords jumped up from behind, seeming to be ready to carry him down.
Got away.
The small trumpet sword was on the ice, pinned down by a group of large sharp points. It was with great difficulty that it managed to break out of the formation and follow it like a fish struggling to break through the net.
Reaching out to catch the pillar sword in the air, Han Qingyu's figure fell back to the ice rock and stood face to face.
At this point, the remaining people discovered that although he was not injured, there were three marks on his combat uniform that were torn by the tip of the pillar sword.
He almost got hurt.
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Surrounding the traction field, the big sharp group did not chase them out as expected.
At the same time, the gap opened by Han Qingyu just now has been completely filled. At a glance, it is still densely packed like a swamp, as if they have not been lost at all.
In this case, the damage caused by slashing dozens of large spikes is not even visible.
"Huh...huh..." The consumption was beyond imagination. Han Qingyu took a deep breath and finally calmed down. He turned his head and found that everyone was looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
After asking, Han Qingyu lowered his head and realized that in just a short time, a pool of blood had accumulated on the ice under his feet.
This time, almost everyone saw the blood, including the soldiers in the array.
Major Qing's bleeding state was obviously not caused by the holes in his combat uniform. Therefore, he was actually seriously injured before this attempt, most likely when Wanren came to attack.
It's just that he covered up the injury until now, and it was finally fully exposed.
"Pfft!" In this case, there was no need to pretend anymore. Han Qingyu simply spit out a mouthful of blood, raised his hand to wipe his mouth and said, "Damn it, I accidentally got hurt."
What the hell, did you accidentally get hurt? !
point? !
Everyone was thinking about it, but no one paid attention to him.
"The distance is too far. The traction range of the Pillar Sword is limited. I can't hit it from a distance." Han Qingyu continued to talk and pointed at the traction field.
The traction field is in the distance, surrounded by layers of large spikes, and is filled extremely tightly.
And then there's the blue light shrouding it outside. Han Qingyu knew that it was not the energy shield in science fiction movies at all, but a super source energy gravity field.
Therefore, if the distance is too far, it will be difficult for the freed pillar sword to reach it. Even if it can barely reach it, it is estimated that it will be difficult to pass through it under the heavy pressure.
There was a brief silence.
Everyone knows that the big group behind them is coming, and Dai Er is also coming... In a fatal situation, time is running out, and all they can do is make the last attempt.
The leader of the storm took a step forward and said, "Just do what the young prince said."
The young prince's method is actually very simple, that is, to attack together, but instead of charging directly, Han Qingyu, Wu Shi and others will first open the gap, and then Xixi's sharp battle formation will insert themselves to support the gap.
The high-end combat forces form a group and attack forward step by step, while the rear battle formation follows step by step and pushes forward.
In this case, the battle formation has only one function, which is to hold up the gap, prevent the flow and closing of the big peak group, and open a "sandwich" for the high-end combat group in the big peak group, so that they don't have to worry about what's behind them. Keep going forward.
This kind of support will come at the inevitable cost of death. It will win by withstanding and delaying for a longer time, allowing the high-end combat force group to advance to a distance where it can attack the traction field. It will be swallowed up step by step and eventually the entire army will be annihilated. as the only result.
The hope of "victory" is actually slim, but they can only try and see how far they can hold on and how far they can send high-end combat groups.
"Decide, Qingzi, we are running out of time." Guzaza said, referring to both battlefield time and his own time limit.
At this moment, all eyes fell on Han Qingyu's face.
Those bastards... are laughing.
With the relief that he will die in the end, the determination to attack for the last time, and the comfort of being able to "do whatever you want" for the last time, he smiled unbridled.
That vow that once seemed like a joke, they did.
Although in the end they still couldn't fly the Major's flag to the top of the dome, at least they did it. On the way to follow him, they fought until the end and turned into ashes.
"Decide." "Yes, Qingzi." "Decide, let's do it!" The bastards shouted like scoundrels at the door of the market urging the conflicting parties to fight quickly.
No discipline at all.
Nothing exciting at all.
"..." Han Qingyu raised his eyes, glanced around, waited for them to calm down, hesitated and struggled, maybe three seconds or four seconds, then spoke:
"Let me try again."
The tone of this sentence was like a plea.
Time was running out, and Han Qingyu wanted to try again, one last time.
In fact, he felt that the soldiers still had a chance to survive. His inner conjecture and reasoning, or expectations and fantasies:
As long as the traction field collapses and Dai Er is fought to death, the Dajian group will be in chaos and completely disintegrated. In that case, Xixi Jiangrui may still have some soldiers who can leave Antarctica alive.
"But..." Captain Storm said, wanting to say it was your injury, but how could you try this?
"I said, I'll try again." Han Qingyu rarely spoke in such a stern tone, especially this man, the tough-guy Storm Commander whom he had always respected.
After saying that, he turned around. Han Qingyu stretched out his hand and asked Xi Mei to give him the pillar sword, and then stretched out his hand to ask Wu Shi to give him the other pillar sword that he had gotten before but was not used to using.
"What...are you going to do?" the young prince asked in confusion.
"Have you ever seen a fool? I plan to beat a fool." Han Qingyu replied in a relaxed tone.
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There were a total of four pillar swords, all of which had been bone-penetrated and could be pulled. Han Qingyu still left one on the ice rock, stood there, and then carried two of them behind his back.
"This is the benefit of having four rows of hooks on the back." Not having any talent for telling jokes, Major Qing told a very unworthy joke and only laughed to himself.
Not feeling embarrassed, he turned to Wen Jifei and said directly: "Come on!"
Come on, at the same time as he finished speaking, the small pillar sword in Han Qingyu's hand was released again. This time, it was thrown higher and further. In the end, its whereabouts must also be deeper into the big sharp group.
This distance is close to the limit of Han Qingyu's pillar sword.
Come, suddenly, "ongnong..." Under the excitement of the source energy, a sound with strange scales and frequencies sounded, covering the big peak group.
Xixi Fengrui relied on "nepotism". The four large-pointed sound simulators he brought back from the training class were taken out for the first time and started working at the same time.
"Dai uh is dead!"
"On the Western Front battlefield, Dai Er was just killed!"
"Dai uh dead!"
"The whole army retreats! Quick, retreat..."
The last trick that had been hidden until now, I don't know the effect, but it worked... The big sharp group was confused. Wen Jifei saw it in the sniper scope. They seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then turned their heads.
However, the directions in which they turn their heads are not consistent.
This probably means that Dai Er is not in the formation, or they don't know where it is. At least, they have not received negative news or instructions for the time being.
No matter what, opportunities, opportunities in the gaps are also opportunities.
The small trumpet sword in the sky fell down and fell into the big sharp group. The surrounding big sharp group reacted and swarmed up to suppress it.
"Boom!" The sword flashed, and Han Qingyu's figure once again blasted into the large group of sharp points.
At a farther position than before, a gap was blasted again.
However, unlike before, this time he was not fighting there.
Above the large group of black spikes, a stream of blue light flashed, and the second pillar sword was released and shot away almost flatly.
This time, Han Qingyu did not wait for it to land. Instead, he followed it directly and shot at the top of the big pointed group.
Along the way, countless pillar swords slashed at him, and countless large swords jumped up and rushed towards him.
Relying on his own strength and the close traction of the last pillar sword, Han Qingyu's figure was dodging like a zigzag lightning while constantly moving in a small range. No one could see his movements clearly, but everyone could see that he was moving towards Go forward, straight forward, straight into the depths of the big peaks...
Unfortunately, "Dang!"
Major Qing was not cut down, but the pillar sword fired flatly in front was eventually hit by two red shoulders.
With a sound, he fell into the large group of sharp peaks.
People follow the pillar sword and begin to show a downward trend...
"Boom!" Han Qingyu slashed over with a single sword.
Turning sideways and slashing, the sword of his left hand slashed out, hitting the red shoulder pillar sword. While it bounced slightly, his right hand "swish", and the last blue light pillar sword escaped...
Then, people in the big peak group just clicked and left with the pillar sword.
Go deep into the Dajian Group.
Heading to the towing field.
