"Tandin's gang of pups, cunning and cunning, kill, kill!" In the command headquarters, the baby-faced Wesley was doing deductions while talking to himself impassionedly. So far, the army of their Ostic Empire has always had the advantage, and although the commander on the opposite side is also quite good, he has Helan on his side, looking at the interstellar sea, Helan can say openly - I'm sorry, everyone here is the defeated commander of our He family.

Of course, the reality is not so cool, but it is not much worse.

However, Helan frowned slightly at the moment, and the various situations on the battlefield were summarized in his mind like a number, and the picture constructed made him a little surprised. He immediately waved his hand, and the data on the command platform was instantly transmitted to the staff officers' calculators, "Recalculate these and compare them with the previous ones." ”

Then he caught a glimpse of a scene flashing in the real-time picture, reached out in the air and grabbed it, grabbed a picture and turned it into a light screen, and played it repeatedly.

The brows furrowed deeply this time, "Tang Chuan." ”

"It's me." Tang Chuan quickly replied, "I only appeared this time because of an emergency, so you can't count me." ”

"I didn't want to reprimand you." Helan was helpless, "Are you tired?" ”

"I'm not tired, I think I can fight a little longer!"

Tang Chuan's words flashed with excitement, he was really not tired, or he should be a little tired, but he couldn't feel it. This kind of battlefield of life and death is where he should be, how can he be tired?

Or was it really the eagerness and excitement in Tang Chuan's words that moved Helan, and this time he finally didn't be as tough as before, "If you want to fight, you can, but this is based on the premise that you can support it, understand?" ”

"Understood, sir!"

The conversation between the two took place in a headset, and Tang Chuan was able to maintain a sense of mystery in front of everyone in the command - everyone didn't know much about what Tang Chuan was like now.

Soon, the results of the calculation came out, and Wesley stood up in surprise, "Sir! The calculation result does not match the last time, and the other party has changed the commander! ”

Really.

Helan stared, "Is it Richard?" ”

Everyone immediately put their heads into each other, and soon, another person stood up, "It's Richard Sears!" ”

Richard Sears, forty-three, is the mainstay of Tandin's army, known as the city of smart foxes, and is especially good at arranging troops. Tandin actually sent him too, and the next battle was difficult to fight.

The most important thing is that they are now taking advantage of the victory to pursue, and they are getting closer and closer to the territory of Tandin, and in terms of numbers, they are also less than the other party. However, this time there must not be a truce at the border.

The timing of Tantin's attack is too delicate, and the sudden death of the commander of Mussol's base is full of strangeness, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be nothing strange in it, and the worst possibility is that there is someone within the Ottous Empire who is conspiring with Tantin, and this person is 99% Dean or related to Dean.

Although it seems that Tandin didn't seem to be pleasing much now, they didn't invest a lot, and now they even sent Richard over, and the target was of course Helan and the Ninth Legion. If they can be killed, it will be an extremely severe blow to the Osian Empire. At that point, I'm afraid it will be an inevitable war.

Or maybe this mole promised the other party something more tempting?

But in any case, such a thing is never allowed to happen. Therefore, the military department unanimously decided that Helan would fight back at any cost, and the other party must be severely suppressed.

As a result, in the following days, the two sides fought more and more fiercely, and Tang Chuan relied on powerful AI chips to deal with huge and complex affairs at the same time, and did not delay him from continuing to look for opportunities to go to the battlefield. Helan still strictly controls the time when he appears, but it is much more relaxed than some time ago.

Then Tang Chuan inevitably made waves, for example, mixed in the Su Feng team, piloting a mecha alone, instead of crowding with others.

It's a really good feeling!

But Helan always had a way to restrain him, "A18, do you want to take back the command of the team?" ”

"Yes, hero." Tang Chuan replied without thinking, his fingers flew, and the mecha dodged the enemy's zigzag attack with a coquettish move.

Helan's eyes were still on the overall situation, standing proudly in the center of the command center in a black military uniform, calmly giving orders, but he could always give a ray of afterglow to a small light screen in the corner of his right hand, seeing that the mecha was galloping freely in the sea of stars, heroic and invincible in the war, he opened his mouth and drew a cake, "If you not only want to fight, but also want to command your team to win, then please protect your own safety and don't let your body protest with you, is it okay, hero?" ”

Tang Chuan's voice was full of vitality, "Even if you ask so sincerely, I can reluctantly agree to you, Major General." ”

As soon as the words fell, the mecha numbered A18 that was fleeing from the wolf suddenly turned, and the two enemies who were chasing him were guessing whether he couldn't escape, so they panicked, and they were happy in their hearts, aiming at him, and the blue glow of the muzzle energy was lit up. However, at this moment, two more mechs suddenly rushed out from the slash, and the attack light fell like rain, instantly scattering their wolf bèi.

Looking more closely at the surroundings, cold sweat came out - when was it brought here? There is not a single comrade-in-arms around!

Damn, cheating!

However, no matter how late he regretted it, now three to two, Tang Chuan, who burned the small universe like Charlie, easily won the victory.

But soon, Tang Chuan saw the problem - although the advantage was still on their side, Richard was too difficult to deal with. He is scheming, and it is not easy to break through, but once Helan presses him with a better plan, he will immediately change to the most traditional defensive formation, defending to the death, defending and defending, giving you the feeling of a turtle shell, which cannot be poked by a needle or broken by stepping on.

"I don't think he should be Zhihu, he should be renamed Zhiqiu." Tang Chuan said.

Helan: "Don't give people nicknames. ”

At this time, it was Su Feng's team's turn to rest, and Tang Chuan did not play, and talked to Helan in the headset, "I didn't call him a turtle but a turtle, don't you think I'm very kind?" Turtles live much longer than turtles, thousand-year-old turtles, 10,000-year-old turtles, have you heard of them? ”

Helan: ""

What is this?

Tang Chuan quickly became serious again, and the two states switched seamlessly, "I think he needs a fish." ”

"The bait that lured him to get his head out?"

"Look! You also admit that he is a turtle and not a fox! Foxes don't eat fish! ”

Helan: ""

Bait, of course, must be in the right place at the right time to be tempting enough. For this reason, Tang Chuan and Helan decided to pick an auspicious day for the zodiac - then it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, right away!

At the same time that they were vigorously launching their plan to fish for turtles, the Constitutional Amendment Conference was held in Huajing as scheduled.

The Twilight Palace strongly pushed for such a heavy matter as the Constitutional Assembly, and the resistance was much smaller than that of the National Court, and it could even be said to be smooth. The council didn't do much to obstruct it, but it was a cause for concern - does that mean they were focused on the meeting and were ready to turn the tables there?

Evans smoked cheap hagis one after another, and Christopher nearly fell in cheek with him and blew up his rental. Evans sneered, and also felt that it was a bit bad to let a patient smoke second-hand smoke all the time, so he pinched the cigarette butt and opened the window to ventilate.

But he was uncomfortable when he didn't smoke, either sitting in front of the bare brain and shaking his legs irritably, or walking around the house without stopping for a moment. Christopher sat on the bed and looked at him with a dark face, and coldly picked up the pillow and threw it at Evans with the strength he had built up - "Smoke, smoke!" Pump you to death! ”

Evans ducked from the pillow, smiled and ran away with a cigarette on his face. Christopher said he was tired.

Evans simply went outside the door, cigarette in his hand, but he was not in the mood to smoke. Not only was he worried about whether the Constituent Assembly would end smoothly, but more importantly, the date of the assassination was set at the forum.

The crazy group of people who were willing to put their lives on the line for this cause decided to execute Dean's punishment in the presence of the people of the whole empire. It sounds like a secondary two, but Evans knows it's true, and they're really going to do it.

He didn't know if Dean would die, but once those people did it, the biggest possibility would be that they would never return.

It's not a major after all

Evans was worried, and he suddenly remembered the conversation between Christopher and Joey yesterday. He didn't eavesdrop on purpose, he did it on purpose, a former council member who claimed to have escaped from Dean's clutches, wanted to talk to Dean's son, how could this make Evans not pay attention?

In fact, he still hasn't fully trusted Christopher.

But the content of the conversation between the two is lackluster, nothing more than Christopher hoping to get asylum from Joey, and then Joey replies that he needs time to think about it.

And then what? No then. Do the people in the council have holes in their heads? Talking like this?

Oh, I forgot, I'm also a member of the council, and although I can't even get through the gate, I'm at least famous.

Forget it, don't think about it. Evans shook his head, put the cigarette back in his pocket, and turned to enter the house. Christopher didn't break his promise, and after talking to Joy, he told Evans what he knew about Dean. Evans didn't know if it was useful or not, but anyway, he popped into that forum again, hoping it would help.

And today, November 8, the Constituent Assembly officially convened.

Evans told Christopher a few words like a mother, telling him not to run around, and not to throw his temper and throw things around the house, so that Christopher nodded before closing the door and leaving.

As if to take care of the feelings of the Parliament, the Constituent Assembly was convened in one of the largest round conference rooms in the Shuangleng Building, and when Evans arrived, flying cars were already parked outside the Shuangleng Building, and he could only squeeze through the gap in the car on foot, "Let one let one let let one!" ”

Walking in the crowd, the suit that was finally ironed out was wrinkled again. Evans frowned and glanced down, but unexpectedly, someone hurried out and bumped into him.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! The man hurriedly apologized.

Evans didn't care, waved his hand and let him go. Only a little surprised when the two passed by—the man in Huajing was really very different from his country place, like Christopher, with perfume on his body and the smell of expired plastic flowers.

Soon, Evans had no time to think about this, and when he looked up, the towering double-edged mansion was already in front of him.