Han Qingyu may have thought for three minutes, or he may have to have five or six minutes. The scene was so chaotic, and so was his mood, and it was hard to make up his mind.

finally

"Scattered. ”

With this sudden low shout, the battle seemed to be finally over.

The crowd with metal boxes on their backs actively jumped at the end of the battle.

This was clearly not an escape.

Completely unexpectedly by Han Qingyu, after the tragic battle, they were going to win in the end. Wave after wave, not afraid of death and injury, and the uninterrupted offensive made the two robots gradually sluggish, full of injuries, unable to fight again.

Then, there was a continuous tooth-sore low sound, and the cone-shaped "UFO" not far away suddenly began to slowly swell and shatter without any explosive firelight...... Black pieces of iron flew everywhere.

Almost at the same time, a burst of black mist suddenly evaporated from the two "iron armors" that were already scarred and broken, and then, in the same low sound, they gradually shattered and swelled.

In the process, everyone hid on the ground for shelter. Although this time the scattered fragments seemed to be nowhere near as powerful as the one in the battle just now.

Han Qingyu is naturally the same.

"Fortunately, there is a pit. ”

He thought, and then suddenly felt like something had hit him.

The UFO from the "self-destructed" ship was sandwiched between the flying pieces of iron, a dark gold, about the size of a broad bean, and a metal object about the size of a broad bean first fell to the ground, and then rolled into the pit where Han Qingyu was lying.

It's heavier than it looks, and it's like a piece of iron that has been smelted in a high temperature for a while, becoming twisted and irregular, but it's not hot...... Because, Han Qingyu was indeed hit by it.

Except for a slight impact sensation, it's really not hot.

Han Qingyu straightened up slightly awkwardly, turned his head to look, and the iron piece flew over his head with a whizz, and he hurriedly buried the whole person back in the dirt pit.

After a while, finally, the last sporadic splashes of the rain of fragments also subsided. A few anxious voices shouted chaotically, "Labor Team", "Labor Team", and the footsteps of the four directions were hurried and messy.

didn't give Han Qingyu any time to think and make choices. As soon as the rain in the forest completely stopped, several people with metal boxes on their backs had already rushed in front of him.

They obviously came to find the wounded, and then, naturally, they also found Han Qingyu.

Eye contact.

"You ......"

Han Qingyu sat up slowly, "Hello, I'm ...... Just saved him. ”

“......”

"Really. Han Qingyu said sincerely.

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

Close to 40 to 2, four dead and nine wounded. Minor injuries don't count, and those who can still get up don't count.

For the first time in his life, Han Qingyu faced such a tragic and bloody scene.

At the scene, some people were collecting corpses and stumps, some were ambulating the wounded, and some were responsible for cleaning up the traces. Most of the rest, holding a small instrument in their hands, searched around carefully, and then picked up even the smallest piece of iron and put it together.

They were cleaning up the battlefield and using the fragments as trophies.

"Have you looked for it all?"

"I'm done. But there is one thing very strange, this time the source energy block, not found. ”

"Ahh

The other one was also in a hurry, so much so that he stumbled a little when he spoke, "Well, what, I can't find it...... It can't be, it's just running out, right?"

"It's not entirely impossible...... However, how could it be such a coincidence?!" This sentence even ended with a little frustration and excessive crying.

The person who spoke thought for a moment, suddenly turned his head to Han Qingyu, and asked sharply, "Boy, have you seen a dark golden metal block?" It's about that big...... It could also be smaller than that, very small...... It may also be lumpy and a pimple. ”

Calm, calm down. Calm down as you did when you catch a snake. Han Qingyu stood there like a captive, still trembling uncontrollably, while saying to himself in his heart.

The ancestors of the Han family have passed down the skill of catching snakes, Han Qingyu used to be able to, and he was in his early tens, but after his grandfather died, his mother forbade both father and son.

Now, at a life-and-death juncture that he had to face, Han Qingyu finally remembered and recalled that feeling.

The whole process just now, and all the things that are happening in front of him are beyond his comprehension or even thinking about, but he knows very well that he must calm down now.

Because this is obviously not an ordinary thing, maybe it is a shocking secret, or a military secret, a war between countries in the open...... In short, it wasn't what he should see.

He has seen and known so much.

Pale face, Han Qingyu looked dazed, but shook his head vigorously.

That stuff is precious.

He saw.

Didn't take it.

However, he can't tell the truth now. Han Qingyu clearly saw those people carefully rummaging through the dirt pit with instruments just now, and searched for it several times.

Since they didn't find it, if he said he had seen it, he couldn't explain it in the end.

In today's situation, any small mistake or misunderstanding can be fatal.

"Oh?" the other party gave him a cold look, turned his head and motioned to the people around him, "Search it." ”

"Unlikely, right?" muttered to the side next to him, probably meaning to say, where did this rural kid come from so boldly to hide our things, but he still walked over, searched carefully a few times, and then reported in disappointment: "No." ”

“...... Then, it really can only be just exhausted. ”

"Probably. Anyway, look for it a few more times. ”

"Yes...... So, what about this kid?

The discussion of several people who seemed to be cadres ended. Except for those who rejoined the search, the remaining dozen or so eyes all fell back on Han Qingyu.

Including the "labor team" who just woke up and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth have not been wiped clean.

This guy was obviously fainted just now, but he came back to life so quickly, and the injury didn't seem to be as serious as Han Qingyu thought.

The injured labor team sat with his back against a big pine tree, touched his chest with his hand, lowered his head and spat on blood, looked up at Han Qingyu, seemed to be very laborious, and said, "You, come here." ”

His voice was a little deeper.

Han Qingyu couldn't help but go over.

"You just wanted to save me, didn't you? Thank you, my name is Rajan, and I'm the head of the place. Lao Jian, who looked about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, spoke softly this time.

However, without waiting for Han Qingyu to answer, he had already regretted himself and continued: "But, I'm sorry......"

Gesturing around with his gaze, Lao Jian finally explained: "What you just saw is the biggest secret in the world now, the top secret related to the stability and survival of human society. ”

"I'm personally sorry, but there's no way. He concluded.

At the same time as Lao Jian spoke, Han Qingyu found that behind him, someone smiled hideously, raised his hand, and made a throat-cutting motion at him.

Then, Lao Jian struggled to stand up, took the knife handed over by his subordinates in his hand, and pointed it to Han Qingyu's throat.

Han Qingyu: "I won't say it." ”

Lao Jian's face was expressionless, "It's useless." ”

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... Five seconds, ten seconds.

With the knife in front of him, Han Qingyu looked at Lao Jian and was silent. During this time, he had a feeling that the other party seemed to be waiting for his reaction, waiting for him to say something or do something.

So, he didn't say anything for the time being and didn't do anything. Without direction or judgment, he is afraid of taking the initiative and will make mistakes.

Lao Jian seemed a little surprised and curious, "Don't you cry, or aren't you going to try to kneel down and beg me like in the TV series?"

Han Qingyu said seriously: "...... If it works, I beg it. ”

Lao Jian was stunned, his gaze changed, and he glanced at Han Qingyu, "No." ”

"Well, I'm wondering how I can try to convince you again...... Didn't come up with it at once. ”

After Han Qingyu finished speaking, a few people next to him wanted to laugh, because it sounded like a funny word, but he still said it seriously and sincerely.

Lao Jian visibly deliberately controlled his expression. How did he know that the seemingly honest and timid rural child in front of him was actually touching his temperament.

The most critical operation of catching a snake is to calm the snake, and the master can even easily and naturally play with the snake in his hand. As for confrontation with people, the most important thing is to figure out the other party's temper and character, and then take advantage of the situation.

Also, a very critical point, Han Qingyu remembers that when the person mentioned him just now, what he said to the others was: What about this kid?

If the matter had come to this point, there was really only one option to "extinguish the mouth", and he wouldn't have asked that.

So, there are other possibilities.

What he has to do now is to try to create opportunities to win this other possibility from Lao Jian. And it would be safer to beg for pity and cowardice and try to get him to take the initiative to give.

No matter what, Lao Jian should have no ill feelings and inevitable murderous intentions towards him, which is the premise and basic condition for Han Qingyu's attempt.

"The knife is in the throat, are you still thinking?" asked after a brief silence as Rajan spoke again.

"Before the knife fell, I wanted to try my best, but unfortunately, I haven't thought of a way yet. Han Qingyu replied honestly.

"......" suddenly loosened his strength, the arm holding the knife collapsed, the knife seemed to be very heavy, Lao Jian's haggard face smiled tiredly, nodded and said, "Yes, a little bold...... cough cough cough cough ......"

He lowered his head and coughed a few times in pain, then looked up, "In that case, I'll give you another choice." ”

"......" arrived.

Han Qingyu nodded, looked at Lao Jian, and asked with his eyes, or waiting, looking forward to it.

"Be a soldier. Lao Jian said three words simply.

When, Bing?!

When Han Qingyu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and even inexplicably and absurdly excited and excited. There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and you have to get ...... What a. There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are ...... The circle is in front of you.

He quickly figured it out: the soldier Lao Jian was talking about was probably not the soldier in his own concept, or the concept of ordinary people in this era.

He turned his head to look at the corpses, the wounded, the weapons on the ground, and thought about their enemies...... And what this group of people are wearing is not a regular military uniform.

"It's... What kind of soldier?" Suppressing the feeling of loss in his heart, Han Qingyu asked tentatively.

"You'll know when you go...... Forget it, you'll find out sooner or later anyway. That's it, our kind of soldiers. ”

Our kind of soldiers, fighting and killing mysterious and powerful enemies, our kind of soldiers, can easily be killed and wounded, our kind of soldiers, carrying secrets, do not know the return date......

In the end, Lao Jian did not explain in detail, but stopped at this, straightened his chest, and smiled again with a bit of desolation and pride in his banter.

"Then, how long will it take?" Han Qingyu asked again with seriousness and persistence, like a stupid axle who still couldn't figure out the situation.

For a while, the group of people next to him had a slight smile on their faces, but before this smile bloomed, a few of them suddenly fell silent and looked gloomy.

Lao Jian also seemed to have a slight mood swing, he looked at Han Qingyu, thought about it seriously, his eyes were calm but his tone was a little low, and said, "Maybe three or five years, maybe ten years...... Perhaps, for a lifetime. ”

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the corpses of his comrades on the ground not far away in silence, and when he turned back, his eyes were completely dim, revealing pain and sorrow.

It's not an explosive sadness, it's probably long-lasting, prolonged, and you have to get used to it. It may have existed only during the long and brutal war years, when people who lived in the same trenches always fell at some point.

Han Qingyu waited for a while, and still continued to ask: "Then can I go home to see my parents in the future?"

When he asked, his eyes were wrapped in great earnestness.

Lao Jian nodded, "After a certain period of time, you are fully trusted, and you have the opportunity to visit relatives, you can." ”

“...... Well. ”

This is the only good answer so far, Han Qingyu responded, and then continued to think.

"Are you still going to continue to ask about marrying a wife and having children or something?" Breaking the depressed atmosphere, Lao Jian took the initiative to speak, a little playful and joking.

The people next to him laughed dryly.

Han Qingyu was also a little embarrassed, he forgot about this stubble.

"There's time for you to ask, so let's do it for now. Okay......" After a short pause between his words, he also changed his tone, and Lao Jian raised his head again and looked into Han Qingyu's eyes, "Otherwise, I can really only choose to kill my mouth." ”

"......" Han Qingyu originally wanted to try to struggle again.

But Lao Jian had already said this first. This time, there was no threat in his tone, but a little helplessness and struggle, and even a little concern, or unbearable.

However, Han Qingyu heard it, this time, it was probably true.

If he must refuse, or try to escape, the other party may really have to kill him.

And judging from the casualties of their comrades-in-arms in the battle just now, they should have been used to seeing death for a long time, and they themselves are used to it, facing death and creating death.

Therefore, Han Qingyu actually has no choice for this other choice.