Chapter 1457
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Chapter 1457 Legend
The square on the inner side of Chennan Gate had several resource supply points already set up, with long lines of people queuing at each point.
Not long ago, the command headquarters issued regulations that wounded and survivors who participated in the battle of Chennan Gate could receive supplies with priority. Lin Qiye and his companions didn’t have to queue much before getting several cans, frozen meat, and vegetables from the supply station.
Since the cafeteria was destroyed, everyone inside Chennan Gate had to make their own fires and set up pots. Fortunately, the vast majority here were Nightwatchers or special forces who had received training camp instruction, so this wasn’t difficult for them.
Of course, for the [Nightfall] squad with Baili Pangpang, the “wilderness survival master,” this was even easier.
In just a few minutes, several steaming hot pots and grills were set up in the square. The aroma of various ingredients and seasonings immediately made others in the square swallow involuntarily.
Lin Qiye smiled and waved at them. Some people walked over, and Yuan Gang, wearing a plaster cast and carrying meat in one hand, approached Lin Qiye and his group with others’ assistance, saying with a smile:
“Well done, kid… you did great today.”
The [Nightfall] squad’s performance was too dazzling on the battlefield, especially Lin Qiye’s forbidden spell mountain, which directly relieved a great deal of pressure on Chennan Gate. Even Yuan Gang and others fighting on the other side of the battlefield had seen his figure.
Lin Qiye smiled and then asked, “Instructor Yuan, is your injury alright?”
“I’m fine, just need ten days to half a month to recover.”
“Instructor Yuan, what about Zhang Zhengting and Lu Hu? I remember you were all together,” Baili Pangpang looked behind Yuan Gang and asked curiously, “Why not invite them to join us for food?”
Yuan Gang’s body trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, he spoke bitterly:
“They… are all gone.”
Lin Qiye and the others were stunned.
“Except for Captain Shao who maintains the dream network in the Northern Territory, of all those who came from Beijing, now only I remain.” Yuan Gang sighed deeply, “Zhang Zhengting, Lu Hu, Li Zhengzhi… they all died in battle. Their bodies were just loaded onto planes to be transported back to the Nightwatcher headquarters in Beijing.”
The images of Zhang Zhengting and others immediately appeared in Lin Qiye and his companions’ minds. Not long ago, in a Beijing courtyard, the two teams had eaten together, and even celebrated the New Year together… The Beijing 006 squad could be considered the squad with the closest relationship to [Nightfall].
Now, that team no longer existed.
Seeing this, Baili Pangpang quietly said, “Sorry…”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, this is our responsibility.” Yuan Gang pointed to the steaming hot pot nearby, “May I join?”
“Of course.”
Lin Qiye immediately brought a small stool for Yuan Gang without hesitation. Other Nightwatchers gradually came over and started gathering around these tables.
“Are you the legendary Captain Lin?” A Nightwatcher approached with a crutch, cupping his hands and smiling, “I’m Zeng Xingguang from the West Jin City Nightwatcher squad, I’ve long admired your reputation…”
“I’m Yu Gaochi from the Lianjiang City Nightwatcher squad…”
“My name is Mei Yichun, from the 142 Special Operations Team…”
“…”
More and more people gathered in this area. After all, canned food couldn’t compare to properly cooked meals, and the [Nightfall] squad’s reputation was indeed significant. Most people wanted to take this opportunity to meet them. Lin Qiye welcomed everyone and even actively distributed ingredients, making the entire square lively.
“Sister Hongying, sit here.” Lin Qiye saw Hongying and Wen Qimo walking from a distance and waved to them.
Seeing this lively scene, Hongying was surprised and opened her mouth wide, “Are you… running an outdoor hot pot restaurant?”
“We’re just well-prepared.” Lin Qiye looked behind her, “Isn’t Molly coming?”
“She’s exhausted and probably still sleeping in her room.”
“Oh…”
Lin Qiye glanced at Baili Pangpang sitting absent-mindedly by the hot pot in the distance but didn’t say more.
Lin Qiye led them to a steaming mandarin duck hot pot where An Qingyu, Cao Yuan, Jiang Er, and Baili Pangpang were already seated. With the three of them joining, they perfectly surrounded the hot pot. Lin Qiye had originally saved a seat for Molly, but since she couldn’t come, this would have to do.
Lin Qiye introduced everyone to each other. Upon learning that Hongying and Wen Qimo were members of Squad 136, the [Nightfall] members showed great respect.
“Sister Hongying, Brother Wen, I, Baili Pangpang, toast to you first!” Baili Pangpang filled his glass with white liquor and stood up, saying, “I’ve heard Seven mention you often… honestly, your Squad 136 is the Nightwatcher team I admire most. Each of you is a hero!”
The other members of the [Nightfall] squad also solemnly raised their glasses to toast Hongying and Wen.
Seeing everyone being so formal from the start, Wen Qimo and Hongying were slightly taken aback. Fortunately, Hongying was naturally lively and immediately raised a glass of alcohol, clinking it with his.
“Thank you… but you’re being too formal. We’re just an ordinary team from a second-tier city, how can we compare to your famous [Nightfall]?” Wen Qimo raised his glass and smiled helplessly.
“No, we’re sincere,” Cao Yuan replied seriously.
Although the [Nightfall] squad members had never been part of Squad 136, they had witnessed too much history: Wu Xiangnan, humanity’s second God-slayer; Si Xiaonan, the new God of Schemes; Cold Xuan, who fought Loki with a mortal body… All these people were members of Squad 136, and even Lin Qiye came from there.
The existence of Cangnan 136 was legendary in their eyes.
“Compared to Seven, we two are more like ordinary people.” Hongying rested her chin on one hand, looking at Lin Qiye with eyes bright as stars, “I wonder where Wu Xiangnan has gone… If he could see Seven now, he’d probably be grinning from ear to ear all night.”
“When this war ends, he’ll probably return. Then we can take Seven back to Cangnan together… Seven, you don’t know, but Cangnan is now guarded by a group of young successors. If all of us who only exist in photos on the wall return together, they’ll definitely be shocked.” Wen Qimo smiled as if remembering something.
“It’s just a pity… I don’t know how Xiaonan and Cold Xuan are doing in the mist, or when they’ll return.”
He sighed.
The [Nightfall] squad members exchanged glances and silently lowered their heads to eat. Lin Qiye’s expression remained unchanged as he picked up his wine glass and smiled:
“Don’t worry, they’ll definitely return someday… Cheers.”
