As some people were about to start registering, the crowd at the airport began to be agitated, and the sound of noisy footsteps mixed together, and passers-by in a hurry dragged their light luggage to the security gate.

Many people who were on the same flight as Du Jingjing passed by them, and only the two of them froze in place, their eyes making contact with the young man who was walking in the distance.

"I'm sorry senior, there was a delay at home, I'm late, I'm very sorry. Hu Bing, who was wearing a black mask in the distance, apologized first as soon as he came up, and his attitude seemed quite sincere.

However, the two of them didn't answer first, Du Jingjing and Su Sushu subconsciously glanced at each other, simple eye contact, the light in the depths of their eyes was well hidden, and they were a little more vigilant in their hearts.

The two of them did not prepare a specific eye language, but after years of cooperation, they still understood what the other party was about to say.

Du Jingjing's face was expressionless, and in the face of Hu Bing's apology, he just said lightly, "It's okay, it didn't exceed the scheduled time, there's nothing to be sorry for." ”

He handed Hu Bing one of the three air tickets in his hand, and briefly explained the plan, "Take it, get ready to board, we will go to Taishan Island first, and then there will be a fishing boat to send us to the sea closest to the open sea, and we will need to rush by ourselves for the rest of the journey, according to the strength estimate, you should be able to keep up with us and stick to that small island." ”

"But if we can't keep up, then we can only make some effort to help you, after all, not everyone is B-class. Speaking of rank, Su Sushu proudly straightened his chest, his slender eyebrows rose slightly, and he glanced at Hu Bing meaningfully.

Hu Bing frowned subconsciously, although he was wearing a mask, Su Susu still saw that his mood was affected.

Well, it was caused by what Su Sushu deliberately said.

"This Brother Su still has a little mind about my late arrival! I really have some delays, I really didn't mean to be late. Hu Bing squinted slightly, and the tone of each word was very heavy.

"No, he's such a person, kind-hearted, straightforward, and a little bit of a problem with expression, but he is definitely much better than many people in the world. Du Jingjing spoke at the right time, he turned around and walked towards the boarding gate, and his voice slowly came from the front, "Also, don't stand here, board the plane early, I didn't sleep well last night, I want to rest more." ”

With a mask, he couldn't tell whether Hu Bing opened his mouth or not, only his eyebrows were still pressed down, his forehead lines were squeezed deeply, and the unhappiness in the depths of his eyes was forcibly suppressed.

The two and Hu Bing also ended the conversation unhappily, Su Shushu shrugged, grabbed his backpack from the back chair and trotted to follow Du Jingjing.

Hu Bing followed, a body distance from the two of them, and he also carried a backpack and wore the hat he had just held in his hand on his head.

I don't know if it was a conversation that wasn't too pleasant just now, under the distribution and angle of light, Hu Bing lowered his head, his whole face was hidden in the shadows, and he looked a little gloomy.

After they boarded the plane, except for Su Sushu and Du Jingjing chatting a few words, the three of them were silent until they got off the plane and went to Taishan Island.

It was already dusk, and the whole world was smeared with a layer of orange-red paint, creating a large area of soothing color.

After getting off the plane, the three people sat in a taxi, Hu Bing, like Du Jingjing, closed his eyes and recuperated, he sat in the front passenger seat, while Du Jingjing and Su Susu sat in the back.

Su Shushu rolled down the window, his hand was horizontally on the frame of the car, his chin rested on his hand, and his fair cheeks were stained with the orange sunset, like a young man who had just finished drinking, but he was not strong enough to drink, he looked at the scenery that was rapidly retreating with the guardrail.

Su Susu was thinking about things, a question he had been thinking about, this comfortable sunset reminded him of yesterday's scene, which was also such a sunset.

That one...... What's the name? Sure enough, the name or something is a label that is not worth talking about, and as long as a person dies, there will not be too many outsiders to worry about it.

Oh, yes! It's called Qi Mo.

Su Sushu, who was lying on the car window, smiled, but then he frowned slightly with a puzzled face, and muttered in a low voice, "What am I thinking about......?

Su Sushu, who lost the problem, no longer leaned on the window, he shook his head, turned around and sat back in the car, and looked at Du Jingjing beside him boredly.

found that after taking a break, Su Sushu was not interested in talking to the driver, "Master, how far is it from the hotel now?"

"It's still early, you close your eyes and sleep for a while, I'll call you when you arrive, I've been driving for decades, old drivers!" The taxi driver looked ahead and drove attentively, even if Su Susu was talking to him.

"Oh well. No one was chatting, Su Shushu pursed her lips, sighed and leaned back on the chair, and closed her eyes and began to take a nap.

Du Jingjing said at the airport as soon as he got off the plane that the mission would start tomorrow, and it would be used to recuperate and adjust his state tonight, so the three of them were now on their way to the hotel.

............

The Realm of Rest, a shelter for calamity.

The rolling scarlet clouds on the horizon covered the sky, like thousands of troops lined up, stretching forward.

A blood-red light was imprinted on every Pukudo, and everyone was exhausted by three days of sleepless war.

They shrugged their eyelids, their eyes closing and opening one after another, even if they were a natural fighting race, they couldn't withstand such a high-intensity battle.

Densely packed with armor-clad pukudos stood on the city walls, each with their arms trembling uncontrollably, they had just blocked the next round of attacks.

"Damn! what's going to stop you in the next round??!!" The medic dressed in a coarse cloth ran past an enraged General Pucudo, his head bowed, not daring to look more.

The bloodshot in the medic's eyes was already crawling all over his eyeballs, and he was actually very tired, this was the third day that he had followed this reinforcement to the border line.

He only vaguely remembered that when their army came here, the last army of more than 100,000 people was already less than tens of thousands.

In just half a year, the number of people has plummeted to the point where reinforcements need to be requested.

As for the enemies who fought with them?

Hell, the medic had never seen that kind of creature before, and it didn't look like the same race, and they weren't afraid to die.

Once, when the walls were broken, he was lucky enough to see them from a distance, and this was the clearest he could see with a telescope!

In the eyes of the military doctor, those creatures seemed to be like the dead corpses of the Prayer Realm, they looked like they had no ability to think, and they didn't see a trace of their own thinking in their eyes.

The only thing that can tell them from the same kind is the black haze that emanates from the pores of the skin.

And these fogs are accompanied by the pungent smell of corruption, mixed with black, yellow, and purple smoke, and even death will remain in place, as if it is innately indispensable.

The ground directly in front of the walls was covered with the corpses of these creatures, evil and abominable, and the disgusting and pungent smoke slowly drifted upwards, and the Pukudos were tired of disposing of them.

They are left to spread on the ground, and only a few of the corpses piled up against the walls will be gathered and burned in a large fire to avoid the resulting damage to the next round of battle.

A black-clad Pukudo soldier ran past the city walls, trotting all the way to the general, who was angrily scolding the reinforcements for their slack in logistics.

"General Kurke, the logistics reinforcements are in a hurry, they also encountered a part of the 'moult' on the way to the road, the latest march to the time is uncertain, the reinforcements may arrive later......" The voice of the voice was not full of confidence, and the Pucudo soldiers who were half-kneeling on the ground lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Kurke.

Almost as soon as the last word ended, Kurke's roaring scolding erupted, "Reinforcements will arrive later? How late? I'm waiting for him to come and collect Lao Tzu's body?"

"Oh, I'm afraid it's not really a battle, right? I've heard that Lao Wang's health has not been very good over the years, and his sons have more or less some ideas, and they can't see who the general supports, and dying in this war, adding a good reputation for sacrificing his life for the country is not only good for the country, but also good for some people. One of the people next to Kurk suddenly spoke, but his voice was not very loud, and he could only be heard among a few cronies around him.

"And it's not easy to explain if you retreat and lose the border, and it's not okay to go back, it will reduce your official position, and some corresponding rights will have to be ceded to some people, which is a good means. Kurk answered, gritting his teeth and chewing on the words, his chest rising and falling violently.

Hearing these words, the Pucudo soldier shrank his head even more, and his body trembled imperceptibly, knowing something he shouldn't have known, and the consequences he couldn't predict.

Kurk glanced at the soldier who was still half-kneeling in front of him, closed his eyes, tried to relieve the anger he was squeezing in his heart, patted the soldier's shoulder calmly and indifferently and said: "Get up, keep your mouth shut, the most basic thing as a messenger is to be able to keep the news, and remember the news that the logistics is late!"

"Understand, subordinates don't talk nonsense in the army. Sweat slid down the top of his face, and he didn't know if it was because he was trotting all the way, but the messenger still kept his head down and didn't dare to look directly.

"Let's go down, send reinforcements, we know, we can only hold out one more attack at most, if they still don't come, don't have to come! understand?" said the man beside Kurk, who had just spoken, and waved his hand to let the soldier leave.

After the soldiers left, Kurk went down from the city wall, he turned around and walked towards the house where the sand table and the map were stored, and talked to the people around him quietly as he walked, "We can't hold out another round, unless the frequency and number of attacks of those dogs can be reduced by one-third, otherwise our chances of resisting this round can only be zero!"