A Million Possible

Outside the projection of Liao Province.

The people at Trisni Nine Divisions are still busy.

The manpower mobilized from the headquarters and other urban areas has already arrived in full, and they have joined the small lapels who have returned from the city one after another.

Those who are injured will be treated, and those who are not injured will be searched and rescued in the city.

Considering that it is not realistic to rescue personnel at the Batmaster's site.

The order Yang Congxian issued was to "contact" and "ascertain" the distribution of people in the city.

If you find a student or an injured lapel, let them hide, write down the coordinates, and wait for the signal.

"The Military Department has issued an order asking us to cooperate with you in the rescue work, Deputy Director Yang, it is up to you to arrange what to do!"

Li Mingchang was wearing a formal suit, walking step by step, said with determination.

Yang Congxian glanced at the sky.

It is almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun is down in the west, and the red clouds are gradually rising. There seems to be a burning cloud tonight. The red cloud curls up and paints the golden edge. It is like an oil painting, but also like a bloody light, which is daunting.

"According to the plan, please ask regiment leader Li to organize troops. In a few hours, our personnel will withdraw temporarily.

Then I asked the comrades of the army to go from the gate to the inside,

Open a firepower gap,

The purpose is not to destroy, nor to rescue,

It’s attracting, or acting as a feint, it’s not wrong.

In short, make the noise as much as possible and attract enough bats to come,

At the same time, our people will transmit signals,

And organize rescues,

Everything is first to save people! "

Yang Congxian said calmly.

Li Mingchang nodded: "Okay, when is that about?"

"According to the information we got, there seems to be an unusually powerful high-rank creature hidden in the center of the city.

If it is converted into a human power,

I’m afraid it’s above the fourth rank,

In order to be safe, the director of our company has hurried back by plane.

Expected to arrive at 8 o'clock tonight,

General offense when introducing! "

"clear!"

Li Mingchang's face pulled his neckline a bit harshly, looked at Shacheng in the distance, and rushed to the guard behind him:

"Passing orders! The whole group is on standby! At eight o'clock tonight, capture Shacheng!"

...

...

"This is the evening news...The government attaches great importance to the unexpected incidents caused by the sudden occurrence of sandstorms in various parts of our country during the day, and has ordered all provinces and localities to organize immediate rescue and ensure the safety of personnel..."

After the sun goes down.

People were either off work or school, and housewives all over the provinces turned on their TV sets and started cooking dinner at the same time.

At the same time, through the radio and television media, we got the latest official news about projection.

Different people have different perceptions of this.

Some just watch the excitement.

Some have to comment.

Some can't help but feel fortunate that not becoming a practitioner is not necessarily a bad thing.

At the very least, it won't face such weird risks.

In the same way, there are many families staring at the TV intently and nervously, holding cold sweats for their children who are practitioners.

...

"The media and society are paying great attention, and we must act as soon as possible."

Standing in the dark sky, Yang Congxian stared at the distant sand city, with a black short knife in his hand quietly hanging beside him.

From time to time there are thin, almost invisible arcs jumping from the blade.

It's half past seven.

The news network has just ended.

The work here has not yet started.

The remaining hundreds of small lapels in Trisi here are all waiting intently.

Behind them were military vehicles crowded with highways.

These military vehicles are quite large, covered with rain cloth behind them, and a soldier is leaping from the vehicle with guns in his hands.

They dress uniformly and move in a uniform manner. Although the individual momentum is far less than that of practitioners, the group lined up with guns in hand, which is still a daunting force.

In the other direction, several small military jeeps that have just arrived have just arrived.

A machine gun was mounted on the roof of each car, and the machine gunner was inspecting it.

Spiritual Qi has recovered for more than three years, and the number of high-level practitioners is scarce.

The balance of combat power in this world is still swaying fiercely towards thermal weapons and the group army, and the practitioners have not yet launched a real challenge or threat to it.

The caliber of the cannon still represents justice.

The communication between the special management department and the military department allowed the military to join the battlefield.

However, based on the level of danger and various other factors, it is only a military force of this size that can participate in the rescue.

Soldiers equipped with assault rifles and submachine guns, as well as a small number of machine gun vehicles.

As for helicopters, the projections of a certain province in China used helicopters in the past, but actual combat has shown that in the face of these vampire bats that dominate the sky, the role of helicopters has been weakened to a very small extent.

So this time the sand attack was not used.

The artillery is restricted by the environment and the safety of the students, so it is not used, let alone tanks.

In this regard, Li Mingchang has some regrets.

In the peace era, there were very few tough battles in the army. Finally, there were tens of thousands of bats to let go. Li Mingchang felt a little itchy in his heart, but the reality is that it doesn't allow it.

...

"Director's call!"

A small lapel came quickly, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

Yang Congxian hurriedly answered when he heard the words, and then said a few words to the other side of the phone. After half a minute, he pressed off the phone, and there was light flickering in his eyes.

"Deputy Director Yang?"

The little lapel asked tentatively.

Yang Congxian regained his senses, and he shook his coat, his figure was straight and straight, and his aura attracted no attention.

"what time is it?"

"At seven fifty-four, there are six minutes at eight o'clock."

"good."

Yang Congxian nodded, he reached out his hand and wiped the blade, the arc flickering between his fingers and the blade.

"Order!"

"Everyone is ready to act!"

"Notify Commander Li to start the attack at eight o'clock!"

"Everyone dispenses three times the standard supplies and has enough potions and signal flare!"

"Once the guys are attracted head-on, the rescue operation will begin immediately!"

"Order to go down, tonight, all team members, whoever rescues one person, add ten points,

If you kill an ordinary bat, add one point,

Kill a bat with thunder and lightning ability, plus two points, based on the bat's teeth!

Report to the Statistics Department afterwards,

Resources can be exchanged according to points! "

"Yes!"

The small lapel led away immediately.

Yang Congxian pulled off his coat with his hand, strode forward, his eyes implied war.

As the temporary commander, sitting here all day, his murderous intent is already strong in his heart. Now that the director is about to arrive, Yang Congxian suddenly feels lightened, and without waiting, he immediately walks to the main gate of Shacheng.

...

In the city.

At night, those bats seem to be more active.

Under the moonlight, the whole deserted sand city was rare and soft.

But in those buildings, in the large number of dark windows, there are pairs of eyes hidden.

That is the students hiding in the building.

Or hide alone.

Or in groups of three or five.

They are all waiting nervously for the rescue.

During the day, a considerable part of the students had been found by the lapel, but they could not be taken away at that time, so they could only hide and wait patiently.

Waiting for the arrival of the official rescue at night.

In a dilapidated room.

Wang Daming Lotus Position sat at the door, blocking the only gap.

The clothes he used to be ironed and neatly ironed are now in tatters, and his meticulously combed hair was blown up like a hedgehog by the electric balls spit out by those bats in the previous battle.

In the room behind him, there were dozens of students from different classes.

Most of them were sluggish, with dry lips-this place was too dry, and the wind kept taking away the moisture in their bodies.

Suddenly, a student took out a mobile phone with no signal, looked at the time, and whispered: "It's already eight o'clock in the evening."

As soon as the voice fell, there seemed to be a gunshot from a distance, like a firecracker exploded in the New Year, with a crisp sound.

Wang Daming suddenly opened his eyes.

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