diskusbooks Chapter 469 Northeast Reinforcements
Chapter 469 Northeast Reinforcements
Zhang Heng, soaking wet, suddenly turned around, not even bothering to wipe the salty seawater dripping into his eyes from his hair.
That familiar voice, with its distinctively straightforwardness characteristic of Northeast China, traveled clearly through the sea breeze.
"Oi~ Zhang Heng!"
Following the sound, Zhang Heng looked and saw a uniquely shaped speedboat covered in a sturdy ice-blue coating cutting through the waves on the sea not far away.
Several people were standing at the bow of the boat. The one in the lead, wearing a dark blue Alliance standard combat uniform, with a tall and straight figure and a signature cheerful smile on his face, was waving vigorously at him. It was none other than Bamboo!
Several other trainers from the Northeast Theater, dressed similarly and exuding a calm demeanor, stood beside him.
Behind the speedboat, several long, slender white sea lions with calm eyes followed the boat.
But the most eye-catching figure was a female trainer standing half a step in front of the bamboo. She was also wearing a dark blue combat leather jacket from the Northeast Theater Command. She was agile and had a heroic and capable look on her face.
"Bamboo?!" Zhang Heng was both surprised and delighted, hardly believing his eyes.
In the depths of the South China Sea, far from the mainland and fraught with danger, I unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance! And it just so happens to be Bamboo, who once fought alongside me!
The speedboat executed a beautiful drift, splashing up a large amount of water, and came to a steady stop on the mudflat.
Zhu Zi nimbly leaped ashore, strode over to Zhang Heng, and patted his wet shoulder forcefully, her tone filled with surprise and a hint of teasing: "Haha! Zhang Heng! What are you doing here? You're soaked to the bone!"
He still had that cheerful and sunny demeanor, but his eyes held a deeper depth of understanding than when they parted ways in Central China, making him appear more composed.
“Don’t even mention it,” Zhang Heng wiped his face, seawater still dripping down, “I got lost… with my companions.”
Bamboo also looked at the Flashy Protoss next to Zhang Heng and said, "Wow, buddy, you've captured a Protoss too, and it's Flashy?"
"There's nothing we can do, they insist on coming with me, there's nothing we can do about it, right?"
"Virtue..."
After all, they were partners who had weathered storms together, and their conversation was very pleasant and casual.
Zhang Heng looked at the speedboat and the fully armed Northeastern trainer on board, and instantly understood.
"To support the front lines?"
"Yes!" Bamboo's expression turned serious, and he spoke rapidly.
"That old ice-cold Kyurem launched a surprise attack with a wave of Ice-type Pokémon, and the commotion is huge! The Central China Champion urgently summoned us for support, and Champion Du personally led the team to the rescue! Here we go,"
He pointed to the speedboat, "We're the main group that came with the champions!"
"The Northeast Du Champion?!" Zhang Heng's heart skipped a beat. That was one of China's top combat forces! He immediately asked, "Where is the champion?"
"It's long gone!"
The female team leader, whom Bamboo's companions called "Sister Zhuang," chimed in, her voice crisp and clear, carrying a strong Northeastern accent.
"The champion, riding her champion-level Flying-type Pokémon, is as fast as a shooting star! Those of us who came by boat or rode Diantar were going to try our best to keep up, but we couldn't! We just had to get there as quickly as possible!"
Her face showed a helpless yet anxious expression, clearly indicating her frustration at not being able to keep up with the champion.
"I see..." Zhang Heng suddenly realized. No wonder this team appeared in this relatively "rear" sea area. They were the support team that had been left far behind by the champion and were rushing to the core battlefield at full speed.
At this moment, Zhu Zi said to Sister Zhuang, "Sister Zhuang, you guys go first! Go as fast as you can! This is my old buddy Zhang Heng, a friend I've risked my life for! Give him a ride in the speedboat!"
Sister Zhuang's gaze swept quickly over Zhang Heng and the Duolongqi beside him, which was emitting spatial fluctuations. With a scrutinizing look, she sighed inwardly, "These new generation of trainers all have a quasi-god. This is incredible."
But more than anything, it was a matter of trust in Bamboo's judgment and an urgency regarding the situation at the front.
Without any hesitation, she nodded decisively: "Alright! Bamboo, it's yours now! Get there as soon as possible! Northeasterners, don't rest! Keep going! Target: South China Sea defense line! Let's go!"
The speedboat's engine roared again, and with the even more vigorous propulsion of several white sea lions, it shot through the waves like an arrow, speeding towards the terrifying energy storm circle, leaving behind a churning white trail that quickly shrank.
In an instant, only Zhang Heng and Zhu Zi remained on the mudflats. The sea breeze carried the clearer, muffled roars and explosive sounds of energy collisions from the distant battlefield, along with a bone-chilling cold and the heart-palpitating pressure of divine beasts.
"Phew..." Bamboo breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the departing group, then turned to Zhang Heng with her familiar smile on her face.
"Alright, now it's quiet. Tell me about you, what happened to you in this godforsaken place? And why are you in such a sorry state?" He looked Zhang Heng up and down, soaking wet, with concern.
Zhang Heng briefly recounted his experience of frequently getting "lost" while traveling, but he didn't tell him that the reason for getting lost was due to the reversed world, but rather the rudimentary nature of his communication equipment.
"And you? How's it going in the Northeast Theater Command? Judging by your outfit, you're doing quite well." He noticed that Zhu Zi's combat uniform was clearly of a higher grade and featured the unique ice-claw insignia of the Northeast Theater Command.
Bamboo grinned, his smile as bright and sunny as ever, patting the special Poké Ball at his waist with genuine pride.
"Thank goodness! I didn't freeze into a dumb roe deer in Northeast China, but instead I'm doing quite well! My old man's meager reputation, plus... well, my partner is doing great too!"
He gently tapped the sphere, and a deep, powerful dragon roar, with the texture of colliding ice shards, immediately emanated from within.
"The potential shown by the Frozen Spine Dragon impressed our champion from Northeast China. He felt that my material could be further developed, so he took me under his wing and personally taught me."
His tone was casual, but the weight of the words "disciple of the champion" instantly made Zhang Heng feel immense pressure.
Zhang Heng's eyes flickered slightly. While being a descendant of the first Southwest Champion was a powerful endorsement, proving loyalty and bloodline potential, this identity was more like a precious ticket to the game.
What truly convinced the champion, known for his strictness, strength, and discerning eye, to take him on as a disciple and pour his heart and soul into him was undoubtedly the talent and tenacity that Bamboo himself displayed in the ice-type field.
And in his possession was the extremely rare, terrifyingly powerful ninth-generation Ice-type pseudo-legendary, known as Little Kyurem—Frozen Spine Dragon!
In the Northeast region, where ice-type power is strongest, possessing such an ice dragon is strategically valuable and has great potential for development, enough to tempt any champion.
Bamboo seemed to see through the complex emotions that flashed across Zhang Heng's eyes—a genuine joy for him, but also a hint of worry about his own predicament.
He waved his hand dismissively, his smile still bright and cheerful, but beneath that smile lay a maturity that came from rigorous training, facing higher levels of power, and taking on greater responsibilities.
"What's wrong? You're looking at me like a shy bride. Are you worried that I can't handle things or what?"
Bamboo punched Zhang Heng's shoulder hard. Despite being a southerner, he had developed the typical straightforwardness and cheerfulness of a northeastern man after being exposed to the local culture for a long time.
He then glanced at the pseudo-legendary Pokémon next to Zhang Heng and said.
"I really want to fight you, but there's not enough time now. Let's go! Stop dawdling! If we wait any longer, it'll be too late! My teacher will probably have already stormed in!"
He looked up at the terrifying sky in the southeast, which resembled a boiling pot lid, and his fighting spirit was instantly ignited. His previous composure was replaced by a soaring fighting spirit, eager to throw himself into battle.
"Let's go!" Zhang Heng was also affected by his emotions, suppressed his own feelings, and nodded heavily.
Bamboo took one last look in the direction where the Northeast team had disappeared, took a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of gunpowder, cold, and the salty sea, and her eyes were as sharp as an unsheathed ice blade.
"Elbow! Go add fuel to the fire for those reckless fools!"
Zhang Heng wanted to use Duolongqi to send the two of them onto the battlefield through the Reverse World.
However, he didn't know if others had the ability to reverse the world. If they entered it and were swallowed up by the dark matter inside, it would be a loss.
He had just pulled out a Poké Ball when he pressed his hand down, saying, "Don't let your main Pokémon waste its stamina on traveling. We're very close to the defensive line. Do this with me..."
After saying that, he pointed to the speedboat next to him, and Zhu Zi jumped on. Zhang Heng didn't say anything and followed suit.
With a roar, the speedboat sped off in a southeast direction...
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About half an hour later...
The ice-blue speedboat cleaved through the surging waves, and Sister Zhuang's gaze was fixed on the distant, dark blue sea. Their Northeast support team had reached the edge of the battlefield.
The once calm sea was now boiling with cold, hundreds of Ice-type Pokémon formed waves, Ice Goose piled up to form a mobile ice fortress, and Seal Ball sprayed ice shards that wove a death barrage in mid-air.
"Attention, all teams!" She ripped off her goggles, her shout carrying the sea breeze through the walkie-talkie, "We know the weaknesses of Ice-type Pokémon inside and out. Split up and join the forward assault team to find the ice-breaking point!"
The ten speedboats scattered like arrows, and the trainers simultaneously threw out Poké Balls.
Emperor Naboo leaped out of the water, using his water jet propulsion to carve silver-blue trails on the crests of the waves;
The Blizzard King's thick vines wrapped around the ship's side, launching the entire speedboat into the air a hundred meters high.
Zhuang Jie's Glaceon took the lead, its Ice Crystal Chains precisely wrapping around the necks of the front row of Ice Goose.
"Alolan Ninetales, Moon Power! Break through their defenses!"
The sea surface exploded with intertwined, eerie pink light. In the ice-type waves, the Ice Rock Monster had just condensed a rockfall when it was frozen into a sculpture by the Absolute Zero of the Tundra Bear.
The ice shards launched by the Seal Ball turned into water mist as Glalie's Ice Fang and Arcanine's Flamethrower clashed.
These trainers from the frigid northeast seem to know the breathing rhythm of every Ice-type Pokémon—when Goose tries to regroup, Rockruff's Stone Attack predicts the landing point and blasts the stacked ice wall into pieces.
"Maintain formation!" Sister Zhuang's voice carried the crispness characteristic of Northeast China. The Northeast training team she visited was quickly divided into 5 groups.
Five assault teams quickly joined the original assault teams, becoming the ice blades of the team, precisely inserting themselves into the weak points of the wave.
One group used Ice-type moves to negate the enemy's ranged attacks, another group used Fire-type Pokémon to burn the ice surface to prevent freezing, and the remaining three groups took turns rushing forward, breaking the wave into scattered fragments.
The once surging, icy blue torrent retreated steadily under their onslaught, with large patches of melting ice floating on the sea surface.
The five assault teams in South China were relieved to receive reinforcements.
Above the clouds, Kyurem's golden pupils suddenly contracted. It looked down at the gradually dissipating ice wave and sensed the energy fluctuations it cared about coming from behind the human defenses.
"Finally... I can smell your scent..."
"roar~"
The dragon's head stretched out in the clouds, and its roar shook the entire sea, causing ice walls to rise hundreds of meters high.