Qingchen took a deep breath again, leaned over and said to the microphone, "I am Qingchen, I'm back, come and pick me up."

"I'm in City 10, the eighth safe house."

When Qingchen was talking in front of the microphone, the men and women in the safe room felt their blood boiling.

They stay here wither and wait day and night.

When everyone was desperate in the city of 10, they stayed here to play interesting things for everyone.

Sometimes I have to think hard about jokes, jokes, and even talk about crosstalk and talk shows.

Sometimes we have to play music and sometimes we have to broadcast news, but more importantly, we encourage everyone not to give up and to believe that one day the parents will return to City No. 10 to stabilize their people’s hearts here.

It is precisely because of their so attentiveness that this radio station has gradually become the spiritual sustenance of so many people.

But sometimes even themselves will wonder whether persistence really makes sense.

At this moment, Qingchen's voice was being transmitted to the outside world through the radio, and the radio signal was flying into the distance in the air.

Among the only information, Qingchen made the most correct choice he thought, but he was not sure whether his choice would have a result.

This may be the most distinctive feature of Qingchen's success all the way. Even if he loses his memory and becomes the ignorant 17-year-old high school student, he can still reach the right shore through the chaos.

The safe room was quiet again.

While waiting, the young man in charge of the radio said, "Can you take a photo with you?"

"Ah?" Qingchen had not enjoyed this kind of treatment yet, and was a little uncomfortable for a while.

Looking at the expectant gazes of those people, he could only bite the bullet: "Okay...but you can't use my photo to do a micro-business."

Young men and women are so amused that they are all about what they are.

They ran to Qingchen one by one and put on strange poses, and even a couple squatted in front of him to kiss.

Qingchen: "..."

Someone asked, "Boss, will anyone come to pick you up?"

Qingchen shook his head: "I'm not sure."

Time passes minute by minute.

The atmosphere in the safe room gradually became more and more serious.

What if the people from the Qing family are not listening to the radio?

What if the puppet army found this place first?

Many problems bother everyone.

Qingchen was a little confused. Could this method not work? His heart gradually sank to the bottom.

The next second, the fire hydrant outside the safe house was opened, and Qingji said, "You are finally back."

Qingchen hesitated for a moment: "Are you Qingji?"

Qingji sighed and said, "The memory has indeed not been restored."

Qingchen thought for a while: "But I should be able to barely participate in the battle now... I have done a good job in psychological construction."

"That's good, come with me," Qingji looked at the others in the safe room: "Are you retreating?"

The young people in the safe room looked at each other and said, "We won't leave anymore. This radio station cannot be separated from us. There are still many people waiting to listen. If we stop broadcasting, many people may not be able to hold on."

Qingchen felt something. The reason why he wanted to return to this group before he could recover his memory was because he saw many such people through the fragments of memory.

Qingchen smiled and said, "I'm very happy to know you. See you after the war."

As he said that, he walked into the shadow door.

One day a few months ago, when the radio was established, scientists despised Luo Wanya for making a big deal. It was just a small radio station, and they actually asked them, academic masters, to do it.

At that time, no one would have thought that the unintentional action at that time would have become the key to delivering messages and the key turning point in the battle situation.

So many people were sacrificed in the Eastern Continent, and everyone was forced to stay away from their hometowns and sacrificed their lives. Finally, it was time to fight back.

It was from this moment that all the fate of the last battle was obscured and no one could see it again.

At this moment, in a secret laboratory in City No. 5, scientist No. 2, who was once abducted by Qingchen to City No. 10, suddenly started to roar.

His eyes were covered in blood, but his expression was extremely excited.

In the laboratory, he danced wildly in front of a group of assistants: "It's done! A-level genetic potion has been done!"

The efforts that Qingchen had made and the time he had gone through were giving him answers one by one.

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A1 front.

No one is standing on the battlefield anymore.

Half of the setting sun was covered by the mountains, and the other half shone on the battlefield. Xiaoqi stood in a daze and realized the true meaning of the setting sun as blood for the first time.

On this battlefield, whether it was the orc troops or the parent meeting, they all fell to the ground, with only a few hundred people still standing.

Luo Wanya held Dayu, who had broken his right leg, and the more desolate they looked, they were.

Xiaoqi said a little sadly: "The casualties ratio is too high... the price is so high."

He didn't expect that all those who followed them over mountains and ridges died here.

Luo Wanya was very strong, but he still couldn't help but shed tears at this moment.

Just as he was wiping his tears, a corpse suddenly opened his eyes at his feet: "Lao Luo, are you crying?"

"Ah!" Luo Wanya roared tremblingly: "What's wrong with you?"

The family member was lying on the ground with blood on his face and said slowly, "Don't yell... We walked 7,000 kilometers southwest and ran to kill the beast soldiers before we could rest. After killing for a few hours, I was so tired, let me lie down for a while."

"God let you lie down for a while, tears flowed out," Luo Wanya shouted to the empty battlefield: "Is there anyone else to breathe? Let me reply!"

His voice echoed on the battlefield until the moment the sun finally sets behind the mountain...

"I'm okay. I just slept and felt much better."

"The donkeys at the production base cannot be used like this. I will sleep well for three days and three nights after this battle."

"I want to lie down for a while...I have an injury in my leg!"

Xiaoqi was amused and crying, but at the moment the battle ended, he turned around and found that there was no one behind him, and he thought everyone was wiped out!

He said, "Then you have a rest first, anyway, the orc legion on this front has been completely wiped out."

However, at this moment, Xiao Wu ran from a distance and shouted loudly: "The command center has an order to let us living people set out to support the A5 defense line immediately. The main attack on the orc legion was almost unable to hold on!"

Xiaoqi and Luo Wanya looked at each other.

Luo Wanya said a little unbearable: "You ask the command center, can you wait for two hours? It's not that we want to delay, but that our family members can't hold on."

Xiaowu shook his head in silence.

Luo Wanya was confused. It was not that he was pretentious, but that everyone was indeed at the end of their strength. At the end of this battle, many people fainted and were in shock.

Now that I have traveled a long distance to support other fronts, I am afraid I can't hold on at all.

But just as he was struggling, someone slowly sat up from the ground: "Let's go, let's go, it's the same for another battle, but it's agreed that it's really the last battle..."

"On the A5 front, we should also be brothers from our parent-teacher meeting, right?"

There were 232,910 people who finally passed Jianmen Pass. Here are only the 41,129 A-level experts. The remaining B-level and C-level are on the A5, A6, and A7 fronts.

"Let's go, brothers who are supporting the A5 front! Go to sleep after fighting!"

While speaking, in this desolate battlefield, countless parent-teacher members stood up again and helped each other to walk westward... It was as if nothing could knock them down after the trek.

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...

The Qing army on the A2 front was still waiting quietly. Qingqu frowned and looked at the calm outside, feeling that the calmness was a bit abnormal.

Qingqu paced back and forth on the defense line, feeling extremely uneasy: "Where is the Orc Legion? It's time to be on our defense line!"

A shadow warrior leaned against the track of a main battle tank: "Isn't this good news? Why are you so frowning?"

Qingqu shook his head: "This is not good news."

Of course, it is good news for the Qing army, who is guarding here, because everyone is still alive.

But Qingqu knew that the number of orc legions would not decrease by itself. If they did not encounter an attack here, the other fronts would face double the pressure.

However, they did not receive a new military order at this time, so they could only wait patiently.

Even if the other fronts were wiped out, they could not leave their posts without orders.

At this moment, the soldier in charge of radio communication ran over and shouted: "The command headquarters issued an order, and all troops on the A2 front will immediately set off to support the A3 defense line, and there will be danger!"

Qing Qu roared: "Get out! The main battle tank will go first, and others will follow!"

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To be continued...