One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighteen, Success Does Not Have to Be in Me

Ten off-road vehicles set off from the No. 111 barrier. Qing Zhen asked Qing Yi to choose ten people, so that they would take ten different roads, so as to ensure that the news from the southwest could be accurately sent to the northwest.

At this point, only the more dispersed they are, the higher the chance of success in delivering the message.

The soldiers didn't know much.

They didn't know that it wasn't Qing Zhen himself who went to the Central Plains.

They didn't know what the purpose of sending the news to the Northwest was.

They didn't even know that this trip to the Northwest might kill them.

All they know is that even if they die, they will pass the news of the peace talks on the No. 61 barrier to the Northwest Army.

Maybe it's fair to them to hide it from them, but Qing Zhen must guard against Zero.

If these soldiers are intercepted halfway and their memories stolen by petty nanobots, there will be no more secrets about this plan.

So Qing Zhen had to hide it from them and watch them go to death calmly.

After Ginkgo Manor left from Luo Lan and Xu Cong, no one was allowed to approach, not even Qing's soldiers.

In this huge manor, there are only Qing Zhen and Qing Yi.

It's not that the Qing family has no one to trust anymore, but Qing Zhen wants to avoid all accidents.

Qing Zhen sat on the black lake and stared blankly at the distant mountains. Qing Yi spent a long time in the kitchen, and finally made two bowls of fried rice.

Qing Yi sat on the floor next to Qing Zhen with the fried rice: "Second brother, my craftsmanship is too bad, you will take it."

The fried rice was a bit scorched, and it seemed that Qing Yi had never cooked with his own hands. Qing Zhen took the fried rice and smiled: "It's really embarrassing for you."

Qing Yi grabbed two mouthfuls of fried rice and went to fetch the wine, not because he wanted to drink, but because the fried rice was too unpalatable and choked.

Qing Yi took two sips of wine and sighed: "If those old men knew that I used their Tibetan wine with fried rice, I'm afraid I would crawl out of the ground in anger."

"They can't climb out," Qing Zhen shook his head: "My brother heard that they let me walk more than 20 kilometers of snowy roads barefoot, and they secretly raised their ashes just before the funeral. So at that funeral,

All urns are actually empty. "

Qing Yi: "..."

Although Qing Zhen and the others killed the people, those old men were Qing's face after all, so Qing Zhen still held a funeral for them.

However, Luo Lan has never been a regular person. How could he watch those old men enter the Qing family's ancestral grave?

In Luo Lan's words, how bad would it be to have to be buried with these people after their old man died?

Qing Zhen smiled: "He has always been such a vicious person, right? He was like this when he was a child. My brother's viciousness has never changed, but it has just subsided, since I started acting as a shadow for the Qing family. ."

"Why?" Qing Yi asked curiously.

"I also asked him why, and he said carelessly at the time, if I want to win the Qing family, I must first unite all the forces that can be united, and I can't let everyone be afraid of me and hostile to me," Qing Zhen explained with a smile Dao: "So, he and I are often regarded as a whole, and naturally they can't do things that discredit me."

Qingzhen continued: "But in fact, I always wanted to tell him that I'm not afraid of him smearing me. I told him before that I took him as an example, but he didn't believe it, but I really thought so in my heart. ."

When they were young, Luo Lan took him to Ginkgo Mountain to steal ginkgo and sell them. After they sold them and exchanged money, they were reluctant to buy meat to eat, because they had to exchange money for the old man to see a doctor.

So most of the time, Luo Lan would choose relatively cheap eggs to nourish Qing Zhen.

After the old man fell ill, Luo Lan had to cook for Qing Zhen and wash Qing Zhen's clothes. All the heavy, dirty, and tiring work at home was almost done by Luo Lan alone.

That fat man who was always careless, took the responsibility of the whole family on his shoulders from the beginning.

Maybe to others, Luo Lan is now the second most powerful person in the Qing family, but to Qing Zhen, it's just his brother.

A bowl of egg fried rice made by Qing Yi brought back many memories of Qing Zhen, because Qing Zhen remembered the first time Luo Lan cooked egg fried rice for him, and it was fried too.

But at that time, everyone was not sad at all, and even the old man, who had never been full of energy and appetite, ate a whole bowl.

At this time, a question from Qing Yi brought back Qing Zhen's thoughts: "Second brother, will the ten soldiers who went to the northwest this time have a chance to come back alive?"

Qing Zhen thought for a long time, then sighed and shook his head.

Qing Yi's expression was a little sad: "Among them, there were also those who followed you to kill Ginkgo Mountain at the beginning, but now they knew there was danger, so they went without hesitation."

"Ayi," Qing Zhen said, "write down their names. If you and I are still alive after this disaster, then someone needs to remember them."

"Well," Qing Yi nodded.

"Rest, you haven't slept for a long time," Qing Zhen said.

"Then I'm going to sleep, second brother, call me if you have something to do," Qing Yi pulled out a pistol from the holster under his ribs, he checked Huang Chengcheng's bullets in the magazine, and then he lay down a little at ease. On the marble floor, sleep on the pillow.

There are only two people in the huge Ginkgo Manor, which makes Qing Yi seem to have returned to the time when he followed Luo Lan and Qing Zhen in the street fight when he was young.

There are no subordinates, no soldiers or troops, the eldest brother rushes in front, and the second brother makes suggestions.

Then, as now, they were the only people they could really rely on.

It wasn't until this moment that Qing Yi finally realized that there are things in this world that are more important than power.

...

After the ten off-road vehicles left Fort 111, they immediately divided into ten routes and disappeared into the wilderness.

Now the road in the southwest has just been built, the road conditions are excellent, and there are few people who can own vehicles and travel between the various barriers, so these ten vehicles are galloping all the way.

Earlier, Luo Lan also went to the 178 fortress to establish a trade relationship with Zhang Jinglin, so the entire northwest and southwest roads were jointly built, and the road was smooth.

They have oil drums in the trunk so they can drive up to Bulwark 144 self-sufficiently.

According to the distance calculation, the No. 111 barrier is almost 800 kilometers away from the 144. If you drive at full speed, you can start in the evening and you may arrive in the middle of the night.

In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that this task was not that simple, but when Qing Yi asked everyone if they would like to go, everyone answered yes.

Zhang Yuge, when Qing Zhen climbed the Ginkgo Mountain mutiny, remembered his name, and the former officer even remembered that his mother was not in good health.

After the Qing family changed hands, Zhang Yuge survived. He originally thought that life would return to normal, just like other ordinary soldiers.

As a result, it didn't take long for someone from the Qing family to take his mother into the hospital with the best barrier on No. 111, and the Qing family consortium would bear all the medical expenses.

One day, when Zhang Yuge went to the hospital with a lunch box to take care of his mother, he pushed open the door of the ward and saw Qing Zhen sitting beside his mother's bed.

The unreachable officer was smiling and saying to his mother: Zhang Yuge is an excellent soldier, no one is better than him, he is the glory of Qing's troops.

After that, Zhang Yuge's mother would happily mention this to her patients every day. He believed that this was probably the happiest time for his mother.

Later, her mother left because of a terminal illness. Before she left, her mother told Zhang Yuge not to let down the high hopes of the superior.

Later, Zhang Yuge was promoted from corporal to sergeant, and then from sergeant to lieutenant. If there was no such thing as today, I am afraid that he could continue to rise all the way in the army.

But Zhang Yuge felt that none of these things were important. The important thing was that the king treated me with a state scholar, and I would repay it with a state scholar.

On the road, Zhang Yuge always felt like he was being spied on while driving.

The off-road vehicle went all the way north, and just as he was about to leave the territory of the Qing family, Zhang Yuge suddenly saw more and more sparrows on the branches of the roadside, and... those sparrows were watching him quietly.

In the night, these sparrows stood on the branches, and it looked like a dark and terrifying piece.

Although the sparrows in this era are huge, as long as you don't attack them, they won't attack you, so people don't worry much even if they see sparrows on weekdays. In the final analysis, this creature still eats vegetarian food.

However, at this moment, Zhang Yuge suddenly felt a trace of fear in his heart. He never imagined that sparrows would be so terrifying.

Zhang Yuge turned on the high beam, and in an instant he saw sparrows standing on the branches on both sides of the road ahead. When the headlights shone on their eyes, a strange silver light was reflected.

"Where did so many sparrows come from?" Zhang Yuge was secretly startled in the car.

Base 012 was attacked by sparrows before, and the matter has been reported within the military, so Zhang Yuge's mood has begun to slowly sink to the bottom.

It's just that now is not the time to back down. He is very clear about the mission of this trip: if he encounters an enemy, he doesn't have to run away, because he must not escape. At this time, there is only one thing he needs to do, to attract firepower to other comrades on the road.

Among the ten of them, as long as one person can send the news to the northwest, it is the collective glory of the ten of them.

Success doesn't have to be mine.

Zhang Yuge watched the group of black sparrows stand on the branches in a series, and even the branches of the plane tree were bent down, but he no longer had any fear in his heart, instead he had a little courage.

Suddenly, the sparrows flew away from the branches one by one, and they slowly converged into a vortex in the sky, with sharp wings like blades.

In this dangerous dark night, Zhang Yuge slammed the accelerator down, and the black off-road vehicle began to break through like a beast.

The ferocious metal machine is covered with tense muscles. Zhang Yuge is not driving a big truck, but the most powerful military off-road vehicle in Qing.

Usually only people like Qing Yi, Qing Zhen, and Luo Lan can ride in this kind of car.

Although Qing Zhen knew that the people who were going to deliver the letter would die, he still wanted to leave them with the best life-saving tools. Whether they could survive or not was a matter for the soldiers, and it was Qing Zhen’s business whether they wanted to keep them alive or not. .

Death is a choice that everyone has no retreat in this era, but before that, life should be full of joy!

The engine roared, and the eight-cylinder turbocharged engine squeezed its potential to the extreme in an instant. Zhang Yuge in the car only felt a huge force transmitted from the rollers of the car, and his back was tightly pressed against the seat.

The full-time four-wheel drive transmission system makes the off-road tires more powerful, and the wide wheels are like the strong and powerful limbs of the beast.

Zhang Yuge started yelling excitedly in the car, and the black metal beast broke out from the circling sparrows, like a destroyer in the ocean rushing out of the whirlpool!

The sparrows slammed into the windshield one by one, trying to break the window with their sharp beaks, but the violent pecking left only a small white spot on the glass.

If it were an ordinary vehicle, the glass would have been shattered long ago, but these ten off-road vehicles are different in that their glass is all bulletproof.

At this time, Zhang Yuge had nothing else to do. He just stepped on the accelerator and ran towards the north. As for where he could go, it all depended on his fate.

The dark cloud formed by the sparrows has always followed closely, and they no longer attacked, as if they were waiting for something.

This is not in line with biological instinct. Zhang Yuge felt that there seemed to be something behind the sparrows directing them, making their action rules more calculating.

Without a blind impact, the sparrow seemed to suddenly turn into a cheetah and crawl down, waiting for a fatal blow to its prey.

Although the metal beast is fierce, it also has a time of exhaustion.

Zhang Yuge glanced at the scale on the right side of the instrument panel, which represented the fuel tank. He could drive at most 200 kilometers, and at that time the metal beast would gradually stop.

He couldn't get out of the car to refuel, so he could only sit in the car and become an island.

After more than an hour, the scale on the dashboard gradually turned red, and the black off-road vehicle gradually slowed down and parked on the side of the road.

There will be no reinforcements, Zhang Yuge knows that this time there will be no comrades behind him.

Until then, he had the intention to sit in the car and light a cigarette, and the gray smoke filled the car instantly.

Zhang Yuge lowered the car window a little, and the sparrow was beside him desperately trying to get in through the gap, but was stuck.

As if he didn't see the sparrows, he took a puff of cigarettes to himself.

Facing the enemy with a fearless look is the psychological quality a qualified Qing soldier should have, but if someone really asked Zhang Yuge if he was afraid at this time, he would laugh and scold and answer: If you want to say that he is not afraid, it must be fake. Yes, you are not afraid that you will try?

At this time, the sparrows suddenly stopped blindly trying to squeeze in through the gap, but lined up in the sky and slammed into the front windshield.

Zhang Yuge suddenly discovered that the beaks of these sparrows landed the same every time, as if they had been precisely calculated.

"Fuck, is this really a jerk?" Zhang Yuge asked in a daze.

But he didn't look any further, but lit another cigarette, then turned on the car's music player, and the LCD screen displayed the car's music list.

"a step far"

"Sad"

"Ah, goodbye friends"

Zhang Yuge muttered: "What kind of song is this, I don't know whose car this car used to be, and the song name is quite suitable for the occasion, on purpose..."

He clicked on, goodbye friends, and the long accordion and piano intro suddenly floated out.

Ah, if I were there, I would die in battle.

Ah friend goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Ah, every time people walk past here.

Ah friend goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

The crack on the front windshield was getting bigger and bigger, Zhang Yuge's thoughts seemed to return to that snowy night, Qing Zhen in a white suit walked up to him and said softly, "I remember you, your name is Zhang Yuge, it was me before. Soldiers under your command, you made a contribution when you killed the Tinder Company."

Then Zhang Yuge watched the figure climb the mountain all the way, with a straight back.

That night, Qing Zhen taught him ten words. He was arrogant and neutral, and he would never bow his knees. This was Qing's new soul after his rebirth.

Zhang Yuge looked at the black sparrows outside the window, and then looked at the cracks on the windshield that were about to burst.

"It's not Qing's style to sit still and wait for death. Lao Tzu's name is Zhang Yuge, and Lao Tzu has made great contributions to Qing's."

He smiled and picked up his automatic rifle from the passenger seat, pulled the bolt skillfully, Zhang Yuge turned the music in the car to the maximum, then pushed the door and got out of the car to shoot at the sky.

And then overwhelmed by countless sparrows.

The music in the car continued to play, and the singing became more and more exciting.

Ah, if I were there, I would die in battle.

Ah friend goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

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