On Bloody Mars, the large-pointed attacking spacecraft group was diving rapidly, and at the same time, they were continuously ejecting out of the warehouse.
A large number of black armors and red shoulders appeared in the air, and then fell straight to the ground, like monsters falling from the sky. After hitting the ground, they quickly squatted down and got up again, holding their swords high and charging towards the expeditionary force's position.
In the middle of their attack formation, the huge figure of Putar, who was running wildly, suddenly stood still without any inertia.
Then, there was only a "stab" sound, and the square prism sword in its hand was raised with one arm and pierced straight into the sky, standing tall like a mountain...
Fiery torrents of source energy surged in the air around the sword.
It spoke, and its hoarse and rich voice uttered a series of simple syllables, which seemed to be, "Yekrasha."
All around, the charging group of big spikes howled in response, and the impact became more and more crazy.
Soon, the Refuse correspondent transmitted the latest information in an urgent voice, "The tens of thousands of remaining large spikes originally scattered on Mars suddenly all moved in an instant, and they were rushing towards us collectively."
It was obvious that Putar was calling them.
After the summons was completed, its huge figure started to run again, and the ground began to tremble and shake more and more clearly with the movement of its footsteps.
The army attacks and crushes them.
At the same time, the human expeditionary force's positions stretched thousands of meters away and within a range.
The 50 spaceships, large and small, are still in the charging stage, and none have completed their launch.
Only a small number of the tens of thousands of people on the ground completed boarding the ship quickly, and most of the rest were still in the previous command state, standing in the interception array, or temporarily confused, unable to make a clear and clear response.
Among them, most of the retired veterans, who accounted for the absolute majority, reacted with confusion, confusion or even temporary sluggishness.
This is not due to cowardice. The huge sense of oppression brought by the Putar in front of them and the crazy offensive it led were something that the veterans had never faced or felt in their past combat careers. They are human beings, flesh and blood, and the blankness and confusion caused by certain fears and extreme shocks are something they, as humans, cannot control themselves. Even if they can fear death, they can't change it.
"Run!" Admiral Yergena shouted in pain.
"Run!" Wen Jifei shouted.
It was in this situation between the enemy and the enemy that Han Qingyu had already fought his way through his severely injured body, using his energy to rush out in reverse direction, preparing to attack.
He was alone, and the lingering voice behind him was "Don't follow me."
Speaking of which, this was not the first time Major Qing had reacted like this on the battlefield and in action. When he went to kill Dai Er in Antarctica, he even said goodbye in advance.
But this time was different. This time Han Qingyu didn't want to use the knife to solve anything, let alone try to turn the tide.
Because it's impossible.
As the strongest person here, and even one of the most powerful combatants in mankind, Han Qingyu knows better than anyone present that now, facing a complete Putar, they don't even have a chance to fantasize about it.
The difference is so huge that it has almost nothing to do with whether he is injured or not.
Even if he and Pegmont were at their best at this moment, swarming forward with all the high-end combat power of the expeditionary force, it would be almost impossible for them to stop a healthy Putar.
If before, someone could calculate the combat strength of a Dai Er based on the approximate number of Red Shoulders...Putal's combat strength cannot be calculated by how many Dai Ers.
In the words of Chen Buxu after the war in Antarctica: This Putaer, let's use the chessboard analogy, the ordinary big tip, red shoulder, Dai Er, are probably the pawns, horses and artillery carts on the chessboard... This Putaer You are an airplane and a tank.
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Even under this situation, Han Qingyu still chose to go out to fight... This is because his always keen judgment on the battlefield told him that he must try to block it now.
Try to block the big sharp group and block Putar.
Try your best to buy some time, and then see if a few human spaceships can take the opportunity to successfully launch, speed up their escape, and take away some people, preferably a few more.
Then, if there is still a chance, Han Qingyu will run away and try to board the ship with the help of the pillar sword.
He is not here to be a hero.
He came to seek survival, his own survival, and the survival of his brothers and comrades.
Not all, but I hope there is some.
And if he doesn't try, with the current distance between the enemy and ourselves and the battlefield situation, no human spaceship will be able to take off here, and no human being will be able to survive in the end.
Han Qingyu fought against a Putar in Antarctica. At that time, if Ne and Chen Buxung hadn't been present and participated in the siege, even if the Putar had been seriously injured and only had half of its fighting strength, they would have probably slaughtered the entire group.
"What are you doing?!" Wen Jifei said in a complicated tone through the communicator, as if he was blaming his friend for causing trouble before the college entrance examination.
"I'll block it."
After answering, Han Qingyu paused for half a second, sprinting without stopping. His tone seemed calm but was actually suppressed, and then said, "We can't wait until everyone is on board."
"...I know." Of course Wen Jifei understood what Qingzi meant. Without hesitation, he immediately switched the frequency band and said loudly:
"Disorderly boarding!"
"The ship waits for no one!"
The previous instruction was given to the soldiers on the ground, telling them that they no longer have to worry about the previous arrangements. If they see a ship that is close to being activated within their sight range, they will board that ship.
The last instruction was given by Wen Jifei to the spacecraft pilots... As long as the spacecraft is fully charged and can take off, it will take off immediately, even if someone is only one step away and cannot wait.
The guards behind them moved, dragging the two commanders Yelgena and Wen Jifei back into the mothership's hatch.
The actions of everyone on the battlefield are also accelerating.
The source energy power cabins of 50 human spacecraft roared like torrents...
Still standing on the battlefield on the ground, Wu Shi held a long gun and turned around blankly to look around. Mumu asked: "Me?" Why did you ask me to get on the boat alone? He was confused in his mind, "I'm not going to board the ship, I'm going to help Qingzi."
"Ode!" On the other side, Han Qingyu, who was recoiling, began to accelerate for the final period.
At the same time as he was running fast, he released the dead iron straight knives in both hands near the ground at about the height of the big pointed ankles. Rusty Girl slashed with vortex, drawing two extremely powerful arcs, like lightning shadows, cutting all the way until he was completely submerged in the enemy's formation. .
For a moment, dozens of large spikes fell to the ground in front of two arcs, blocking some of the subsequent charges.
Han Qingyu, on the other hand, did not slow down at all in the head-on confrontation and finally took on the enemy.
"Death!" He shouted and jumped forward, stepping out his combat boots.
"Crack!" Han Qingyu's full step directly broke the neck of a thick armored man with red shoulders.
The other person was in the air, using the force to rise up, holding the large pillar sword diagonally down with both hands, spinning around at a high speed, and finally shot the blue light pillar sword straight out like a hammer throw.
This is certainly not some killing move that Major Qing has recently mastered or a proper combat posture.
This was just a desperate attempt to do whatever he could despite his serious injury.
