Televisions in remote mountain villages are bubbling with snowflakes and snorting from time to time, and perhaps the same is true in cities.

The sound of the knife was not easy to hear, but the invisible sound condensed into a line, cutting through the gray sea of clouds.

A ravine in the air stretching along the sea of clouds makes the sound of a knife figurative.

"Oh, stronger. The old monk muttered subconsciously.

The villagers looked back at him.

"What?"

"What's stronger?"

"Master, you don't know this person, do you?"

I was asked, and I reflexively tried to recall...... But there was chaos, and Jiang Longchi was at a loss in his mind, "Huh?

Sure enough, the master began to talk nonsense again, and the next second after speaking, he didn't even know what he said.

The villagers, who were accustomed to seeing it, had no choice but to turn back and watch the exaggerated scene on the TV screen.

And Jiang Longchi suddenly froze there with a complicated expression.

He still can't remember what happened just now, what happened recently, what happened in the last few years...... Life seems to be blank for a long time, and no matter how hard you try, you can't remember it.

But strangely, those memories from decades ago that should have been completely dusted and forgotten are slowly and clearly emerging at this time.

That year, when Lieutenant Jiang Longchi met Ensign Chen Buying, they were still very young, and they were all geniuses of that era who were amazing and had high hopes.

They didn't seem to be friends at first.

A situation of disdain for each other, unpleasant and unconvinced of each other, lasted for many years, until forty years ago in Siberia, when mankind fought the first battle of the red shoulders......

In the final battle to the death, Chen Bu was hungry and chose the death squad, not Jiang Longchi.

Jiang Longchi went to ask the reason.

Chen Bu said to him, "If I die, you have to live." ”

It was probably at that time that they both clearly understood that it was actually at the level of force of the Azure Hua system, and both of them regarded themselves and each other as reliable pillars.

Subsequently, because the relationship between human force and human force has been improving in the past hundred years, if you really want to use historical ordering, the two of them are indeed the first and second people in the military history of the Chinese Asian Front so far.

When did the gap really start to widen? Jiang Longchi couldn't remember.

He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have walked alone along an ice field for a long, long time, killing for a long, long time.

He also didn't remember the purpose or outcome of that operation.

Perhaps it was from that time that his memory began to deteriorate, and his strength gradually stopped improving.

As for Chen Buying, he is indeed stronger.

This strong concept is difficult to define even Jiang Longchi today. Because as early as forty years ago, when they were still wearing sixth-generation devices, they didn't even know the concept of life source energy, Chen Buxing had almost cut off the red shoulders alone.

"Wow!"

The villagers in front of the TV were glazed over, and they unconsciously opened their mouths to make noise.

At this moment, the entire blue world, soldiers, ordinary people, countless people are doing the same thing.

At the same time, all the high-end combat forces in the world that have a way to temporarily withdraw from the battlefield are also watching, eager to see and feel something.

Because they all know that the knife in front of them is likely to be the most serious attack of that invincible existence in the world in the past forty years.

TV screen.

Under a wide-angle lens angled to a high distance.

Needlefish arc by.

The black-pressed large-pointed spaceship followed the trajectory of the needlefish, roaring towards it.

The blade slashes up diagonally from below.

The ravine that the sea of clouds was cut by the sound of a knife being drawn, allowing the sun to shine down.

And so, the knife called the red cut was seen.

It shouldn't have been seen, because the knife was actually too small for the whole shot. But at this moment, at the front end of the raised red slashing blade, a point of light condensed, dazzling.

"Huh!"

Knife cut out.

Gray clouds in the near distance, like returning waves, are pushed away.

The light point on the knife extends like a ray, and then it is cut down, cutting into a fan that continues to extend forward and downward, hundreds of thousands of lights.

"Hiss!" The fan slashed in, and the first sound of the "train" was not immense.

Because the first shuttle-shaped aircraft in the air, like a cut page of paper, easily separated in half.

And then the second one.

The third.

Fourth......

"Boom!" The subconscious roar of anticipation finally appeared.

The sky is transformed into a huge blasting scene.

A series of shuttle-shaped aircraft were blasted away, and the bombarded aircraft collided with each other.

In the sky above the entire rooftop, the team of large-pointed flying machines, like an originally intact train that was moving rapidly, was suddenly knocked back, and then twisted one by one, exploded one by one, and shattered one by one......

This scene,

Let the whole world, countless people on the screen be dumbfounded and silent.

The man who raised his arms didn't have time to shout.

Of course, there are also many people who are clenched tightly and worried at this moment.

Only a handful of people can tell: not full force.

Chen Buxing may have the ability to directly cut through the more than thirty shuttle-shaped flying machines, and the picture in the air at this time also looks like this.

But in fact, he only cut about a dozen of them, and the rest of them were destroyed in an instant by the fuselage of these dozen or so shuttle aircraft flying upside down, or the fragments that were cracked.

The sky was shattered, dead iron was in pieces, and red and blue blood rained.

The fan-like sword light began to gradually retract, and finally condensed into a ...... at the bottom Reduced to nothing.

When the gray sea of clouds slowly receded.

The debris and blood rained down.

The picture is finally clear again.

The whole dilapidated and collapsed building complex, high up, the only one that is still intact, the figure slowly appeared...... Stand there, calmly collect the knife to your shoulder, and turn around.

He looked a little old and thin, but he was as calm as a mountain, calm as a sea without waves.

No one knows how many people in this world are crying and shouting excitedly at the same time at this moment.

But at least in the third fixed exploration site, among those stream sharp soldiers who finally found a place to watch TV after escorting the teachers and students of Yuejiang University, such excitement and joy are indescribable.

"Thank you. ”

Because they regarded Yang Qingbai as a brother, they said thank you. They still don't know that in the Linzhou battlefield, Wu Yi has been lost.

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

"Whoosh......"

The screen continued, and an arc-shaped air flow suddenly appeared on the screen, and the slowed Needlefish-class 2-person spacecraft turned back, making a smooth curve in the air.

"Tsk, let's be innocent. ”

"Well, much better than some. ”

The warriors laughed.

In the TV screen, the Needlefish spacecraft turned and slowly suspended on the edge of the roof.

Yang Qingbai came back to pick up the commander.

PS (forget it, I won't charge money): Let's talk about my current work and life status: I get home around 7:30 in the evening, sit in front of the computer to adjust my mood, watch the state start writing, finish a chapter, eat, and then write down the next chapter (so the second chapter is always late, I hope you read it the next morning). Wake up early the next morning to sort out the details of the two chapters you're going to write that day, as well as the inspiration you recorded on your phone during the day yesterday. For the time being, this is really the only way to do it.