The battle has lasted for more than thirty minutes, during which Han Qingyu and the five of them have made a total of eleven shots, most of them to save people.

Most of the other time, they just run between light and darkness.

A rule that the knife boss has been repeatedly emphasizing with the group: people can only shoot at the big tip when they are in the light, and in the dark, even if they have the best opportunity, they can only run.

Because he needs to control his running slower, he has more time to observe, and Han Qingyu almost understands it.

Re-examining the way the group broke up in front of them under the premise that their own combat power was seriously insufficient, in fact, it was not as stupid as they thought at first.

Big Tips don't just stay in the light, they still have a strong sense of perception in the dark, which is common knowledge taught in the Azure classroom.

However, the way of playing with the scattered group has carried out a subconscious construction invisibly, so that the black armor tip who has not high intelligence and has just arrived on this planet forms a preliminary conscious judgment:

[Attacks and threats here will only come from the light.] 】

As a result, their attention was temporarily limited to the bright area constructed by more than 20 flashlights on the scene to a certain extent.

This allowed weak teamfights to be maintained and kept many people alive.

Han Qingyu didn't know if the Dao Boss really understood this tactical principle, or if it was just the simple experience accumulated with his life, but for now, it was indeed valuable.

However, this value is still very limited, and it may reduce the casualty rate from high to medium, but it also weakens team synergy.

Teal may know about this tactic, but she won't use it. Teal's own combat power level determines that they have a more efficient tactical system and strategy.

In addition, this construction of consciousness in the big tip may be broken at any time. Once broken, a one-sided massacre is likely to follow.

"Moreover, if it drags on like this, what should I do if the flashlight runs out of power for a while?" Han Qingyu thought while jogging to observe the situation in the field.

Every now and then in the night, a row of white fangs floated past him.

"Aoko. Wu Xian's voice was behind him. Under the light and dark guerrilla Dafa, he was afraid that he would get lost, so he followed Qingzi almost the whole time tonight.

"Huh?" Han Qingyu responded.

"It's hard. Wu Yi said.

Wu Xian always speaks so concisely, but fortunately, after getting along for a long time, Han Qingyu can understand. What he meant was that the fighting he did was hard for him, the acting was difficult, and it was much harder than the real fight.

"Well, you can find a place to stand down and watch. Han Qingyu said: "By the way, I looked at some plague chickens." ”

"Good. ”

Wu Yi's footsteps behind him quickly disappeared, Han Qingyu thought about it, and simply stopped himself, leaving only Zhu Jiaming, He Tangtang and Wen Jifei to continue to participate in the follow-up battle.

Among the two big spikes at the scene, the one that was slapped by him on the buttocks, because of its slow movement, was attacked frequently, and now it has basically lost its combat effectiveness, and the situation has greatly improved, and they don't need to control the field anymore.

Han Qingyu decided to take a look at the aircraft......

Five seconds later, the shuttle-shaped flying machine, Zhu Jiaming, Han Qingyu, and the three appeared in a line.

"Little Wangye, what are you going to do?" asked Han Qingyu behind him.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Zhu Jiaming slowly turned his head and looked at him, "Where is the plague chicken?! Where is the plague chicken? Chicken, don't run around, I'm looking for you everywhere!"

Turning around, the sword was raised, and the little prince disappeared in front of Han Qingyu.

There is a shallow chisel mark carved into the outer shell of the aircraft.

Zhu Jiaming's knife can't cut the aircraft.

There are only three knives that can directly cut the aircraft at the scene, and the one in Han Qingyu's hand suddenly has an autonomous consciousness the moment he sees the aircraft.

It wanted to cut the flying machine, and Han Qingyu tried very hard to control it.

Morality and lust are in a shocking battle at this moment.

Therefore, in the end, only Wen Jifei and He Tangtang were really perfectly integrated into this battle. Although he also had to exercise some restraint, he was very excited.

"The knife boss is very strong!"

Again, running into the shadows and standing down, watching the knife boss rush from behind and slash the big tip, Wen Jifei panted and admired.

I remember that at the beginning, after watching the TV broadcast for a few days, he came to Han Qingyu to play Go, and he once said something similar. That day, Han Qingyu had just figured out the rules of Go.

"Well, the actual combat power should be stronger than the labor team, but unfortunately the lack of cooperation and the performance is limited. ”

With a downward looking eye, He Tangtang seriously affirmed his opinion, unlike Wen Jifei, he was enjoying the fun of a professional beginner chess player returning to the street to watch chess.

Regarding the sword boss, in addition to the surprise in terms of combat power, there is another point that is worth affirming and appreciating.

Contrary to all speculation about why he always survived, the Blade Boss didn't shy away from fighting, not at all.

As the boss, he almost always took the lead, even if he was injured, he continued to take action, and helped the players in danger to relieve the siege again and again.

This kind of person, such a combat force, it is said that it should be easy to die, and even should have died a long time ago. But he's still alive, and it's hard to have any other explanation than luck.

You can only look at the only remaining circle of long hair around his head, fluttering in the wind again and again, and sigh again and again: Ouch, he is not dead!

After another 15 minutes, the battle was finally over.

No accidents happened, and there was no need for Han Qingyu to stand up and turn the tide. Pack up the loot and set out on the journey home. At this time, most of the people's bodies were already in tatters, but they all had smiles on their faces, and they whispered and laughed all the way.

Han Qingyu didn't understand much of the foreign dialect, and he didn't want to make it up, so he silently followed the back of the team.

"Look at the knife boss. He Tangtang suddenly reminded.

The remaining few eyes looked at the front of the line, and the knife boss walked with his head bowed and did not make a sound. After thinking about it, it seemed that he had never sounded since the moment the battle ended.

It doesn't feel like his style, or just that as the boss of the group, he should have said something too.

"Could he have noticed something?" asked Zhu Jiaming in a low voice.

"Probably, I don't know, but even if he thinks we're a little strong, it's okay. "After tonight's observation, Han Qingyu's current thoughts, as long as they are not too comprehensive combat power exposure, such as suddenly being realized that they are top-level combat power, the rest is within the controllable range.

There are only so many top-level cities in the Injustice City, and once a new one appears, it will definitely attract the full attention of the major forces.

In this way, he returned to the courtyard of the old man of the knife without saying a word.

Count the battles, divide the spoils, and agree on a time for dinner......

Han Qingyu and the five of them took a total of 4 source energy blocks and 50 kilograms of dead iron, and prepared to leave. In tonight's battle, they didn't use many knives, and the knife keeper couldn't understand the logic and effect of their knives, so their performance was probably average.

"Do you want to say goodbye to the knife boss?"

"Don't you need it?"

As they spoke, the five of them walked past the door of the Knife Boss's house, and a series of low, man-whimpering voices came from the house.

The knife boss was crying, and one sat at the table wiping his tears.

"It's been eleven years! Eleven years, no one died for the first time, woo woo woo! The group led by Lao Tzu, this time there are no dead people, woo woo woo woo ......"

On this day, it was the first time in eleven years that the sword boss himself came out to lead the group, and no one died in battle.

Including himself, only 11 people were injured, and none of them were very serious.

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