Night, 20:43.

This day is the end of April 1991, the third lunar month is near-mid, and the moon in the sky is nearly full.

The runner-up of the Azure Chinese Department, the 101st Medical Station, the moonlight illuminates the warm yellow light of the street lamps in the hospital area, and there is a hint of cool white.

The foliage is bright and the concrete floor is clear.

The sound of crackling footsteps came from the air that had become largely quiet, and among the shadows of the trees in the green of the courtyard, the silent figures of the soldiers of the garrison team ran by, more than one.

This situation may not be seen as special to outsiders, but for the wounded in the various rooms of the inpatient department, those who have come down from the front line...... They are simply not too familiar.

"Looks like a big tip has landed nearby. ”

In the night, there was a hint of excitement and restlessness, which gradually spread. Many of the wounded who had planned to go to bed early, whether they had just left the front-line battlefield or had been in the medical station for some days, could not sleep for a while.

The pictures of the battles I participated in again and again in the past clearly appeared in my mind. In the ward's closet, their source energy devices and war knives seemed to be calling for their masters.

The footsteps are far away...... The garrison team was assembled.

In addition to being equipped with security forces, the Teal medical station has always had a garrison team stationed to strengthen the defense of the medical station, and on the other hand, it can also attack when necessary to destroy the shuttle-shaped ship that has landed in the surrounding area.

Originally, they rarely received tasks, because the early warning of the refuser was usually timely, and the team stationed in the surrounding area usually arrived in time.

But for more than a year, the situation in defense has deteriorated, and the number of cases in which the shuttle ship has lost its track at high altitude and then is recaptured in near space has begun to become more and more common...... As a result, the emergency attack of the medical station garrison team has gradually become less special.

Inpatient duty room. The doctors and nurses had just returned from a ward round, and they were all a little tired, sitting or leaning against the table and chatting.

Han Qingyu and the others left today, and they talked about it.

Mu Xiaolan leaned against the window to look at the moon, talking to her colleagues with a pair on her back, and suddenly turned her head and found that the lights in ward 406, where she had helped turn off the lights before, were back on.

Sister Ran won't be anything, right?

She thought about it for a while, was a little worried, and quickly left the duty room, trotted upstairs all the way to the door of the ward, knocked on the door, and pushed the door.

On the white hospital bed, Ran Qiuling was sitting with her head bowed in a hospital gown, and when she heard the sound, she raised her head and smiled brightly.

At this time, her death-iron straight knife was placed horizontally on the cabinet next to the bed, and the source energy device was in her hand, wiping it with a handkerchief.

It's just that there is nothing wrong with her body, Mu Xiaolan relaxed a little, and said with a smile: "Sister Ran, why did you suddenly take out the equipment?"

"It's been a long time since I did. Ran Qiuling didn't say that she was actually because she had just seen the garrison team on a mission, and she was suddenly touched and missed the battlefield and her comrades, so she took out the equipment and looked at it, wiped it with her hands, but said, "I should be almost well, right?"

Her eyes were eager.

"Soon, soon, more than a month. Mu Xiaolan has seen many blue soldiers who are looking forward to returning to the front line day and night, especially some captains and the like, who are even more anxious, she smiled and comforted.

In fact, it is really very fast, if it weren't for the body that had been transformed by the source energy for a long time, how could a situation like Ran Qiuling recover in a few months?

It seems that Sister Ran should not sleep for the time being. Mu Xiaolan simply found a stool and sat down, watching her wipe the device, and chatting with her to relieve her boredom.

"Just now we were in the duty room, and we were talking about Han Qingyu. Mu Xiaolan took the initiative to find a topic.

"What's the matter, give my brother a performance summary?" Ran Qiuling raised her head, laughed from the bottom of her heart, and said with a smile: "He should be okay in the future, right?

"Welcoming. Mu Xiaolan nodded and said, "Probably because I'm really afraid of my sister, after we give him something to eat, he will continue, sometimes ask him to play together, he also agrees, and then laughs often...... Although it looks a little awkward and unaccustomed, it is fun. ”

"Oh, is that all?" Ran Qiuling put down the device, moved her body, sat down close and said, "There's nothing else...... Didn't you collide with any of our doctors and nurses?"

"No, no sparks at all. Mu Xiaolan shook her head and said with a smile, "Haha." ”

"......" Ran Qiuling sighed, sighed, and couldn't help laughing.

The two then chatted for a while, Wen Jifei and Liu Shiheng...... A few more idle things. Ran Qiuling wiped the device and the knife, put it next to the bed and confiscated it, and suddenly remembered another familiar nurse, so she asked casually:

"Why didn't you see her over tonight?"

"She's, she's in the operating room. Mu Xiaolan turned her head to look at the moonlight outside the window and said, "There are several batches of wounded people during the day today, and several surgeries at night, she helps in the operating room...... I guess it got early in the morning. ”

This night at the 101 Medical Station......

The wounded in the ward are wiping the device.

In the duty room, the doctors and nurses were chatting.

The lights in the operating room are on in rows.

The garrison team was fully equipped and rushed into the forest.

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

On the same night, a small county town on the edge of the Hengduan Mountains.

Although the Ho family's mansion is old, it is very large, and it is about the inheritance of a large family. Because this time I made a disguise of a happy event at home, and the old house was lit up.

The lobby is large, the main body is open, three or five meters from the main entrance, there is a wooden partition wall from the entrance.

On the walls of the partition wall, red is also hung.

The clock was 20:46 and 47 seconds.

Outside the walls.

Han Qingyu's twin knives were still on his shoulders, the device was dormant, and the person was standing facing the wall.

Less than half a meter behind him, it was a very quiet Wu shirt.

Pang Jinghe was talking, and whispered: "Do you know why I drove over and turned back on the road today? Because when I saw a few of you brothers, I felt that I had a fate with you......

"yes? Me too. Han Qingyu didn't look back and answered.

"Hahaha..."Pang Jinghe laughed happily when he heard him say this.

in the wall.

The people left behind by the seven families had all stood up at this time, a little nervous in their hearts, and at the same time looking forward to it.

In the current situation, the main combat strength of several of their families, a total of 300 people, is already near the Azure 101 medical station...... So, if you really find out the news of Han Qingyu, will we go?!

Eye exchange, they were all a little weak.

But what can be done? The situation is obvious, Mr. Stan, very interested...... However, Mr. Stan's combat power is also very strong.

Xue Lian paid such a big price, manpower, material and financial resources to arrange this operation, and she definitely wanted to make a little more money in one net.

In his sight, Stan had already walked about five meters away from the partition wall, and after a slight pause, he spoke again: "Is he in Nari?"

Voices outside the wall responded, "In ......"

At this moment, everyone is listening.

"Bang!" they heard.

At 20:46 and 58 seconds, a bang came suddenly.

The wooden walls of the partition walls crumbled, and fragments and debris flew everywhere.

"Here. ”

Here, a sentence was divided into two paragraphs due to a brief pause in the middle, and at the same time as he spoke, a figure blasted through the wall.

Pang Jinghe was stunned for a moment.

The people in the wall were stunned for a moment.

"Ode. ”

Stan reacted quickly, kicking his backheels to the ground and retreating as he drew his knife.

It's a pity that the figure that pounced was faster.

"Boom. ”

The blade that slashed from the front slashed at the iron knife of the Stan horizontal frame, and in an instant, the two streams of source energy collided like a huge wave.

Stan was slashed off with his feet off the ground, and his body flew back in the air.

At the moment of "......", someone saw it, but no one had time to remind him.

A sword with an arc was waiting for him on the trajectory of Stan's body movement.

The Rusty Pear Vortex Slash is now a silent, silent arc.

However, "Keng." ”

To everyone's surprise, Stan, who was in the air, still reacted, and threw the war knife in his hand backwards, knocking the blue war knife in flight a little.

Immediately after, the whole person flew by grazing the offset blade.

Strong, Stan.

In the next moment, "Bang!" Stan smashed his body against the wall and landed on the ground, ready to fight again.

But it was too late.

A streamer of light had appeared in front of him.

After the streamer is closed.

A man stood there with a straight knife in his hand, pressed against Stan's throat, the tip of the knife pierced slightly, and blood gushed out.

20:47, 01 seconds, three seconds after the wall shattered.

The picture in the lobby of Ho's old house:

Stan was standing with his neck on his back, his body against the wall, his neck bleeding.

Han Qingyu stood in front of him, holding a dead iron straight knife in his hand.

Everyone in the lobby has activated their devices and drawn their weapons.

But a figure, a black spear, crossed in front of them, between them and the two men on the wall.

Pang Jinghe was still standing outside the partition wall, looking through the hole in the wall, silent, and with his mouth open...... The brain is messed up.

"You, you ......" Finally, someone spoke up, and the question was half asked.

"What are we ......" The young man with a knife on the wall slowly turned his head, "Azure, Han Qingyu...... Fortunately. ”