1000: Blur

The subsequent historical facts are vague, but everyone believes that Baili Tian abandons the dignity of the nobles and seeks help from the most terrifying shadow organization in the Donglu. This power organization that raised the best killer and exists in the shadows expressed recognition to Baili Tian, ​​so nearly a hundred excellent Tianlu killers sneaked into the imperial capital. In a few months, the imperial capital became a slaughterhouse, and countless high-ranking believers in Tianxu were killed in the dark.

In the rage of the commander's palace, the officer turned around obediently and retreated from the room.

"We start attacking!" Luke announced as he dived to the base. Wichid and Biggs followed closely at the tail of his aircraft.

"Let's go, Luke." A voice he had heard rang in his head. He knocked on his hat and helmet again and looked around. It sounded like the person who was talking was standing behind him, but in the cabin, there was nothing but silent metal and instruments that could not speak. He felt inexplicably and turned his head to look at the controls.

The surface of the battle base rushed towards them, and the energy beam began to shoot at them again, but they all flashed from both sides, failing to harm him. Luke suddenly felt that the fuselage began to tremble again, but this was not caused by the defensive artillery fire. The pointers of several key instruments began to sway back into the danger zone again.

He leaned forward toward the microphone: "Adu, those stabilizing elements must be loose again. Can you try to tighten them again? - I must now have sufficient control for the aircraft."

The fuselage was shaking violently, and the energy beam and explosion flashed brightly. Adu took the risk and moved over to repair it.

As they flew into the trench, more and more violent explosions continued to rush the three fighters endlessly. Biggs and Wichi fell behind to cover Luke. Luke reached out and was about to pull the eyepiece down, a strange sense of hesitation spread throughout his body again. His outstretched hand moved slowly, as if the nerves in his body were clashing with each other, but finally pulled the eyepiece in front of him. As expected, with the order of Ningfo, the energy light cannon suddenly stopped shooting. Luke drove straight along the trench, as if entering a nobody.

"Let's do it again!" Wichi announced solemnly. He had noticed three Imperial fighters rushing towards them.

Biggs and Wichi began to cross flight behind Luke, trying their best to restrain the enemy's sodium firepower and cover Luke. A bowtie fighter ignored their tricks and rushed towards the Rebel fighter ruthlessly, getting closer and closer.

Luke stared at the sight eyepiece—and slowly raised his hand to push it away. For a long minute, he meditated on the sight that he had abandoned, staring at it, as if he had entered a hypnotic state. Suddenly, he pulled the sight eyepiece back and covered his chest, watching the change in the relative position between the landline displayed on the small screen of the eyepiece and the heat outlet that was getting closer and closer.

"Quick, Luke!" Biggs called, twisting the fuselage violently, and avoiding a powerful energy beam in time but luckily. "They are much faster this time. We can't resist it for long."

Darth Vader pressed the fire control switch again with Superman's accuracy. A desperate cry came from the speaker, and the sound of flesh and blood splashed and the last scream of metal mixed into: Biggs' fighter burst into billions of metal fragments shining with its own light, forming a rain of fire that fell to the bottom of the trench.

Wichi heard the explosion from his speakers and turned back in horror to search for the tracking enemy planes. "Bigs died!" he shouted into the microphone.

Luke did not answer immediately. His eyes were wet, and tears blurred his sight toward the eyepiece monitor. He wiped the tears away with his hands in anger.

"We are a pair of storm-sky meteors, Biggs," he murmured hoarsely, "no one can stop us." A nearby explosion made his plane shake slightly. He gave orders to the remaining wingman, biting his lower lip with every word he said.

"I'm getting closer, Wichi. It's useless for you to stay behind. Adu, try to add some power to the rear reflector."

Adu hurriedly executed the order. Wichi caught up with Luke and flew with him. The tracking bowtie fighter also accelerated.

"I'll deal with their heads," Vader informed his wingman, "you deal with the other one."

Luke flew to the front left of Wichi. The energy beams of tracked Empire planes began to sweep near them. Luke and Wichi repeatedly flew interlaced with each other, trying hard to make it difficult for the enemy to aim.

Wichi struggled to control the control device. Suddenly, a few small flashes and sparks illuminated his control panel. A small panel exploded, leaving only a mass of slag. But he still managed to restore control of the plane.

"I have a serious instrument failure, Luke. I can't follow you."

"Well, Wichi, get out of the battle."

Wichi said "I'm sorry" from the bottom of his heart and flew out of the trench.

Vader focused on dealing with the only remaining aircraft in front of him and pulled the fire switch.

Luke did not see the nearly fatal explosion fire behind the plane. He didn't have time to look at the twisted metal body sitting next to an engine. The little robot was smoking and his arms were hanging weakly.

Three bow-tie fighters continued to chase the remaining X-wing fighter in the trench. It was obvious that it was only a matter of time before it could be hit to lose its combat effectiveness. However, only two Imperial aircraft are now chasing. The third has turned into a pillar of fire formed by burning wreckage, and its fragments crashed into the iron wall of the canyon.

Vader's wingman looked around in a hurry to find the initiator of the raid. The same distortion field that interfered with the Rebels' instruments now played the same role in the two bow-tie fighters.

The enemy did not discover this new threat until the cargo ship completely covered the sun in front of him. It was a Collian transport ship, much larger than any fighter. It was swooping down vertically towards the trench. Somehow, its movements were not exactly like a cargo ship.

Vader's wingman concluded that the pilot of the spacecraft was either in a coma or had a problem with his nerves, because the spacecraft rushed towards him without any effort and was about to hit him. He was rushing to adjust the control device in a hurry, trying his best to avoid the collision that was about to happen. The spacecraft swept past his head, but the wingman was too far from one side when he was performing a collision avoidance maneuver.

The huge wings of two parallel-flying bow-tie fighters collided, causing a small explosion. The wingman pilot screamed in vain at the microphone, and the plane staggered towards the gorge wall on one side. Before it could hit, it caught fire and exploded.

On the other side, Vader's fighter began to spin in despair. Various control devices and instruments ignored the Black Lord's desperate glare, showing a harsh but real reading. His fighter lost control completely and continued to spin in the opposite direction of the destroyed wingman - finally turning out of the trench and disappearing into the boundless space.

The man who operated the agile and brisk cargo spacecraft control device was neither unconscious nor insane—but, perhaps a little excited, but still sober and calm, confident. The spacecraft drove to the height of the trench, turned around and flew above Luke, covering him.

"Your front is unobstructed, boy." A familiar voice said to him, "Blow this guy up immediately, we can all go home!"

As soon as these morale-boosting words finished, a loud snoring was heard again - only the particularly burly Wookie could make this sound.

Luke looked up from the cockpit and smiled. But when he turned his face and looked at the eyepiece, his smile suddenly faded. There was a feeling of itch in his mind.

"Luke... believe me," this feeling pleaded with words for the third time. He looked at the sight. The emergency heat outlet was sliding towards the sight circle again, exactly the same as the past - he did not hit it. He hesitated, but this time hesitated for only a moment. He pushed the sight eyepiece aside, closed his eyes, seemed to be talking softly, and seemed to be talking to a stealth person. Luke put his thumbs on several taboos like a blind man who was familiar with the environment, groping on the switch, and finally pressing one of them. Immediately, the voice of wings from the open speakers sounded in the cockpit:

"Base 1 speaks to Blue No. 5. Your eyepiece is closed. What's wrong?"

"It's OK," Luke whispered in a voice that could only barely hear clearly, "It's OK."

He blinked, Qingqing's eyes. Did he fall asleep just now? He looked around and found that he had left the trench and was flying towards the vast universe. Xiang Xi glanced at the Han. Solo Blade "The familiar spaceship followed like a shadow. He glanced at the control panel again and saw that he had shot out all the remaining torpedoes, although he couldn't remember touching the fire switch with his hand. However, he must have touched it.

The cockpit speakers were filled with excitement: "You succeeded! You succeeded!" Wichi shouted over and over again, "I think they just shot in."

"Good fight, boy!" Solo congratulated him, having to raise his voice to suppress Chobaka's indulgent laughter.

The distant, low rumble shook Luke's fighter plane - this was a good omen of victory. He must have fired a torpedo, didn't he? Gradually, he returned to normal.

"Good...you've seen the victory here too. Now let's get some distance between that guy before it explodes. Hopefully Wichi is right."

Several x-wing, y-wing fighters and a dilapidated cargo ship accelerated from the battle base and flew towards the crescent moon-like Yewen.

Behind them, a small flash of light gradually faded from the base. Suddenly, in the sky where it turned out to be the base, a dazzling light burst out, brighter than the glowing gas giant star, brighter than its distant sun. In a few seconds, the eternal night turned into day. No one dared to look at it in front of it. Even the multiple protective screens that stood high could not weaken the terrible flash.

Suddenly, the universe was filled with billions of microscopic metal debris. They were driven by the energy released by an artificial sun and flew past the evacuated plane and the spacecraft. The remnants of the collapsed battle base will continue to burn for a few days, forming the most spectacular tombstone in this corner of the universe in this short time.

Fighters landed one after another and slid into the temple's shed factory. The cheerful technicians, mechanics and other personnel from the Alliance Command flocked to them and gathered around them. Several other surviving pilots had already walked out of the plane and waited to greet Luke.

On the other side of Luke's fighter, there were much fewer people and more restrained. They were two or three technicians and a tall robot with a human-like appearance. The robot watched worriedly as people boarded the scorched plane and helped a severely burned robot lying on their backs up.

"Ah, my god! Is it Adu?" Snapier bent down and leaned in front of the burnt robot, begging constantly, "Did you hear me? You speak!" He turned around without blinking and stared at one of the technicians, saying, "You can definitely cure him, right?"

"We must do our best." The man looked at the scorched metal and loose elements of Adu. "He was seriously injured."

"You must cure him! Sir. If any of my circuits or components come in handy, I'm happy to donate them..."

They slowly left there without notice of the noise and excitement around them. There is a very special relationship between the robot and the humans who heal the robot. They blend in with each other, and sometimes the boundary between humans and machines is much blurred than many people are willing to admit.

Three figures formed the center of the carnival atmosphere, and they were quarreling to see who would congratulate each other best. However, when it was the turn to pat the other side on the shoulder to congratulate him, Chopper won because the other two dared not give it a try. Wookie almost knocked him down because she was eager to greet Luke, which made her very embarrassed and caused a burst of laughter. "I know you will be back," Luke shouted, "I knew. If you didn't fly that way, I would have turned into dust!"

Solo was still his complacent and conceited look. "Oh, I was really worried about having a rural boy fly a plane to fight Death Star alone! And I also began to realize what would happen, and I felt very unwilling to accept it. Luke - give you the opportunity to win all the honors and get all the rewards."

While they were chatting and laughing, a light figure, wearing a fluttering robe, ran to Luke in a posture that was very disproportionate to the status of the Senator. "You succeeded, Luke! You succeeded!" Lea shouted.

She threw herself into his arms and hugged him. He whirled in her arms. Then she walked up to Solo and hugged again. As expected, the Collian was not as embarrassed as Luke.

Luke suddenly became tired of the crowd's flattery. He turned around and glanced at the exhausted fighter with praise. Then, his eyes were upwards and moved to the high roof above his head. For a moment, he felt that he heard a faint sound, as if a satisfied sigh, the same as the sigh that a weird old man had stretched out when he was happy. Of course, this might be a hot wind from the steaming jungle. But, no matter what, Luke smiled upwards to the person he saw.

In this grand temple, many rooms have been transformed by the Alliance's technicians to meet current needs. However, even if they need it urgently, the architects cannot bear to destroy the classical beauty of the ancient temple ruins, but keep it as it is, only to clear the scattered bushes and rubble that spread in.

For the first time in millions of years, this spacious hall was full of guests, with thousands of soldiers and technicians standing in line on the ancient stone ground. This was their last gathering before rushing to a new post or returning to their distant hometown. The soldiers lined up in a straight military uniform and shiny armor, showing the power of the alliance for the first time.

Killer, this is the only nail that Baili Tian can find. Although there is only a little sharp blade, it is enough to kill Chenyue Sect with the resentment and hatred before Baili Ji's death.

The Pope did not surrender. The armed "Tiwei" belonging to the Chenyue Sect, which had been formed, was officially dispatched. Both sides were brutally strangled under the night of the Tianqi City. The Tiwei mastered the permission and number of people to kill, and the Tianluo killers had more sophisticated skills. The strangling of both sides spread, and soon, the wandering warriors who did not belong to Tianluo were bribed as murderers by huge amounts of money, and the Tiwei also expanded their team to seven guards that were nearly the size of the army.

A bloody massacre is becoming more and more intense. Legend has it that the princes are plotting to unite to overthrow the rule of the great pope. Some people say that the great pope has reached an agreement with the new great king of the North Land, Lu Qingyang, to jointly abolish the remnants of the princes. However, after just experiencing a heavy loss, both sides do not have the advantageous troops in their hands and are unable to raise troops to challenge the front battlefield. Instead, they have to rely on the cruel and secret "killer war" to first consume the other party's fighting spirit and buy time for themselves.

This killer battle finally swept over almost all power organizations. In the Apocalypse City under the night, dark shadows and bloody ghosts ran.

Chen Chong walked alone in the darkness, holding the hilt of his waist tightly.

His knife was a narrow-minded scimitar, like a narrow arc knife used by people from northern Shanxi. The blade was wrapped in hard steel smelted by meteorite iron, which was enough to cut off the iron tendons as thick as a thumb without any damage. He began to learn sword skills with his father at the age of five, and was arrogant and a strong man among the military officers of the imperial capital.

But now, none of these can reassure him. He knew that the danger was approaching, but he didn't know where or when.

He seemed to be a small street. The night was dark, and he could not see the surrounding scenery. It was surrounded by a faint mist. But above his head was the clear moon and clear sky, and the stars and moon shone down, and the ground was as bright as mercury. His body was stiff and he was moving forward step by step. He felt something cold behind him piercing his spine, but he could not speed up, turn, or look back. He could only look ahead, the branches of a huge camphor tree crossed the entire street, like a tight gate, dense branches and leaves cast heavy shadows on the ground.

"It's like a nightmare," he whispered in his heart.

He forced himself to suppress all kinds of commotion, as if he was afraid that these whispers in his heart would be heard.

He watched his feet step into the shadow cast by the camphor tree. At this time, a voice was behind him, "Is it Lord Luo Heshan Luo, the commander of the Tiwei Sixth Institute?"

That was not his name, but the burden on his body was suddenly relieved. Chen Chong was finally able to turn around and see the scenery behind him and a person standing in the shadow of a low wall.

It was him who was asking questions.

"It's me, you're finally here!" Chen Chong blurted out.

"The people from Tiwei Station should have thought of such a day long ago, right?" The person standing in the shadows said a low voice, but he was not old, cold and without any emotion, "draw your knife."

"Don't Tianluo kill people who don't have weapons?"

"I will kill you if I don't pull my sword."

"Why are you not here?"

"If I do it, you won't have a chance."

"Arrogant!" Chen Chong heard the loud shout that was squeezed out of his throat. He suddenly lowered his body, slightly facing his shoulders, and pressed his sword.

Fang did not move, and his body suddenly solidified and became like a stone.

The two met silently, with only a jingle sound in the air, which was shattered and lonely. The sound came from Chen Chong's sword. There was a small cavity in the thigh of the sword, and there was a hollow silver bead inside. When walking on his body, the silver bead hit the cavity and would make an elegant and clear sound. Chen Chong discovered for the first time how stupid this gorgeous design was. The jingle sound exposed his fear. His hands were shaking, and it seemed that he would lose his strength at any time.

"Drink!" Chen Chong exhaled and spoke, trying to force his hands and heart to suppress his hands and heart, "Come on!"

The other party still did not move, standing silently in the darkness. Chen Chong tried his best to widen his eyes, but he could not see the opponent's face clearly.

I don’t know how long it took, but a gentle breeze blew on the street, and a leaf fell from the camphor tree above my head.

The opponent finally moved, and he walked out of the shadow and approached Chen Chong. His pace was not fast, without any pressure, and it was as plain as if he was walking. Chen Chong tried his best to see a little bit of his appearance, but the other party lowered his head slightly and did not look at him, so his long and scattered hair covered everything.

That hair is as white as silver under the moonlight!
To be continued...