Just yesterday, Luo Qi had experimented with the power of the Flame Palm in this room, destroying all the instruments that were originally placed in this house, and the monster that stayed in the glass cabinet was also ravaged by the power of the Flame Palm.

After only a dozen hours, most of the wounds on the body of this half-human, half-fish monster had already scarred, and his breathing seemed much smoother.

In Luo Qi's opinion, although the vitality of this monster has not fully recovered at this time, it is no longer as dying as yesterday, and has completely escaped from weakness, at least about seventy percent recovered.

Luo Qi walked into the glass case, then stopped and bent down, looking at the monster's baby face, only to find that the yellow eyes on the monster's forehead were closed, the corners of the baby's face were slightly upturned, and the smile was very quiet and peaceful, as if he was dreaming something.

After looking at the monster's face and observing the monster's injuries, Luo Qi was a little surprised by the recovery speed of the monster's body, and became interested in the blue liquid in the glass case.

Then, Professor Ge began to explain to Luo Qi with great patience the composition elements and preparation methods of these blue liquids.

Regarding the blue liquid, Luo Qi listened carefully to every word that Professor Ge said, but he didn't understand a word.

But in the end, Luo Qi still nodded politely at Professor Ge, and then in a very calm tone, shifted the topic to the effect and effect of the blue liquid.

Originally, Luo Qi thought that after changing the topic in this way, Professor Ge should make a long story short, just finish two or three sentences, who knew that after listening to his inquiry, Professor Ge was extremely excited to pull Luo Qi into a room full of glass equipment, and began to explain to Luo Qi in great detail what kind of production method, in order to give the blue liquid a special role, which involves physics, energy, chemistry, magnetism, mathematics, ancient literature, history and medicine and other fields.

It's simply all-inclusive.

Professor Ge seemed to have opened a conversation, and the words in his mouth were like a series of cannons, hitting Luo Qi one after another, so that in the end, Luo Qi couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to interrupt Professor Ge's words in an impolite way, and then fled as if flying.

………

Nandu, on the ocean in front of the ruins.

In the early morning, a dense haze shrouded the ocean.

In the early morning of this day, it was rare that there were no snowflakes falling in the sky, but the thick haze obscured all the scenery, and even the sunlight through the haze became extremely dim.

In that devastating disaster, civilization was destroyed and cities were reduced to ruins, but the haze that had been hovering along the coast of China for a long time showed no signs of weakening, but because the air was filled with more impurities, it seemed to be stronger.

Taking a breath of such a mist will undoubtedly cause great harm to people's bodies, and the people who are on the ground and moving on the ground in the small city are also wearing anti-fog masks.

In fact, the people who were still active in the small city at this time were all motley armies that could use weapons to have a certain combat effectiveness, and those who did not have combat power were either hiding under the hole in the ground or hiding in earthen houses.

The people gathered in the city were arranged in one rectangular phalanx after another, these people were obviously highly trained, and the queues in the phalanx were all neatly arranged.

In order to prevent the Japanese warships from attacking in the fog, Su Shangpu mobilized everyone in the base who could still fight, and asked them to make preparations in advance.

The man with the rifle had a cartridge belt on his body, and the man with the mortar had the ammunition in the chamber ready, and the old-fashioned grenade was all over the waist of each one.

This is not the first time these people have been on the battlefield, and they have learned how to face the fear brought by war, and learned to unite and sacrifice in order to win and survive in the midst of one arduous war after another.

These people are elite.

They are all elites who have put life and death aside.

These elites all stood quietly at the collapsed wall, and the silent phalanxes were like towering copper walls and iron walls, but the eyes of these people did not show the confidence of victory consistent with their military qualities, only filled with an unspeakable tragedy and sorrow.

"These people remind me of those days."

Wearing a patched down jacket and a mask, he stood on the roof of a mud house, his eyes flashed with bursts of cyan light, and his eyes penetrated the thick mist with the blessing of his vitality, and he saw the quiet phalanx.

Xiang Gai sighed slightly, and said with a sigh in his tone: "At that time, I led the last elite of the Song Dynasty against the Northern Barbarian Gu, against my distant cousin and lifelong enemy Zhang Hongfan, at that time, when I met the last battle in my life, those who followed me were just like these people, whether it was the tragedy on the face or the silence of the military formation, it was really exactly the same."

Hearing this, standing next to Xiang Gai, who was also wearing cotton clothes, but his eyes were full of red flames, Huang was low-key, pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, then reached out and patted Xiang Gai's shoulder, and said: "Don't be so pessimistic, this is not the cliff mountain it used to be, and I have seen such troops." ”

"However, that was when the Southern Song Dynasty was rising."

Huang raised his head slightly, his face showed a little reminiscence, and he said in a very uncalm tone: "That year, those northern soldiers who were collected by me were also like this when they faced those cavalry of the Jin Kingdom. ”

"The people of the Chinese tribe who are ruined and ruined, and who have fallen into a desperate situation where there is no way out, are all like this."

Huang shook his head slightly and said, "But in such a state, the Huaxia clan can create miracles, you know?" Back then, I relied on those soldiers to shake those Jurchen heavy cavalry in Shunchang, and broke more than 100,000 Jurchen iron cavalry with weak troops, Xiang Gai, nothing in the world is absolute, this group of mourning soldiers is not necessarily a sign of the country's demise, and it may also be the beginning of a reversal of the situation. ”

Hearing this, Xiang Gai pursed his lips slightly, turned his head with an extremely complicated face, looked at Huang Low-key who was standing beside him, and was silent for a while before he said with admiration: "In your life, Liu Qi, a famous general in the Southern Song Dynasty, is indeed one of the few generals in history who has the ability to turn the tide. ”

"Buzz! ～～”

The continuous deafening sound suddenly sounded in the thick fog that shrouded the ocean in front of the small city, and Xiang Gai and Huang Xiao, who were looking at their own military formation, both raised their heads, and then looked at the dense fog above the ocean with a puzzled face.