The three of them sped through the ruins. Due to the uniforms, no one embarrassed them along the way.

After all, it's a war now, and who has the time to observe whether these three guys have an Oriental face.

In a one-sided battle like this, killing a few more terrorists and grabbing some military merit is the most important thing.

This time the battle was even more different.

His Royal Highness Cullovis has spoken, and the individual who finds the target can be directly promoted to the rank of knight! Hereditary Knight Marquis!

Rise directly from soldier to noble! This is a great opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step, and what the three princes of the empire said will be false? All the soldiers were as if they had been beaten with blood, their eyes firmly locked on the ground under their feet, and they were eager to get into a small crack if they found it.

The trumpets of District 11 have stolen something, and they will definitely hide underground!

Under such circumstances, Fan and Yucheng led the young man out of the Britannian army with a swagger.

"By the way, where the hell did you hide that thing?" The boy asked curiously.

"Glasgow?"

"The chemical bomb."

Fan hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and heart. Damn, there's no point in hiding it from him now!

"If nothing else, Glasgow should be with that thing, you'll know when you get there."

"How much longer?" The boy looked forward.

"About half an hour."

"Half an hour・・・・・・ the boy didn't speak, his eyes still staring ahead.

Fan also spotted the object of his observation, which was a military jeep heading towards them.

"You don't want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man suddenly kicked Yucheng to the ground, and then pressed Yucheng to the ground with his knees, who wanted to get up.

"What are you doing?!" Yucheng was furious and struggled desperately.

"Play dead." The boy commanded in a deep voice. "Play dead without moving, every minute saved now can save countless lives, the people of Shinjuku are now relying on you, Tamaki!"

Yucheng was poured into his two words of ecstasy soup, and immediately and resolutely passed out.

"Fan, shout for help. Remember, it's help, not help. ”

After the boy finished assigning the task, he leaned down and seriously gave the fake death Yucheng cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

In desperation, Fan finally beckoned the jeep with all his hands.

There were three people in total, and one of them was a wounded soldier.

"How's he doing?" The driver got out of the driver's seat and went straight to Yucheng.

"Come and help me!" The boy got up to meet the driver.

The person on the jeep couldn't see it, but it was clear from the angle of the fan.

The moment he held the driver, a knife appeared in the boy's hand like a trick, and stabbed directly into the driver's jaw into his brain. The poor fellow died without a sound.

Without hesitation, the boy drew his knife and walked quickly to the two people in the car who were still unknown. It wasn't until his knife stabbed the second man in the throat that the driver's body finally fell limply.

The wounded man who finally understood that he was about to save his life when he opened his mouth, but it was a pity that the boy still had an empty hand, and that empty hand fiercely blocked his screams. Then, another stab.

The battle ended unusually quickly, and it was unusually quiet.

The three of them didn't make a sound before they were stabbed by the white-haired boy.

"Yucheng, you can get up, your acting skills are really good. This car counts as half of you. Yucheng was praised by him like this, and immediately sat up, with a silly and silly expression.

"Fan, you come and drive."

"Me?" Fan asked, pointing to his nose.

"yes, because I don't know the direction."

The teenager's explanation made Fan suddenly feel stupid.

"Yucheng, clean up the back seat."

Yucheng honestly pushed the two corpses in the back seat down. All of a sudden, he had a strange feeling,. Why does Lao Tzu seem to be a little used to listening to his orders now? When the straight people asked Lao Tzu to do things, Lao Tzu had never been so straightforward.

But he also had nothing to say, after all, just now and now, this guy has already taken care of the most dangerous dirty work and hard work by himself. Now people just tell you to clean up the back seat, if there are still complaints, then it's not just ignorance, it's simply a crime.

Although Yucheng is short-tempered, he still understands this truth.

With the help of Jeep, the thirty-minute journey reached the finish line in five minutes.

To be on the safe side, the boy let the fan stop the car from a distance.

It was a light rail station, and judging from its piers, it must have been built by Japan before the war, but the rails laid on it were so bright that it is not difficult to infer that the empire had converted it to other uses.

On the map, it passes right over the middle of the Shinjuku slum, so it would be nice to continue to use it as a guest. However, due to the colonists' fear of the indigenous people, it was impossible to continue to use them as guests. So the governor of the 11th district had no choice but to spend a huge amount of money to build the circular No. 5 line, which circled around Shinjuku, and finally appeased the delicate little hearts of the inhabitants of the empire.

But the straight-line advantage of this line made it impossible for the higher-ups of District 11 to ignore it, so they renovated the light rail, widened the railway, and used it as a passage for transporting various military supplies.

Citizens can walk around the slums, pointing and talking. GIs can whistle over the heads of the swaggering Aborigines, flaunting the new knightmare that the Empire has equipped for itself.

For a time, the military and the people were all happy and happy.

The boy looked through the telescope at the rather ironic light rail and fell into deep thought.

Of course, he wasn't thinking about these sad philosophical questions, he was thinking about them quite realistically.

He lowered his binoculars.

"Excuse me, where's my Glasgow?"

The boy looked at the fan, with polite confusion on his face.

Fan felt that he had lost all the people in his life today.

patted his chest and promised that he could get him a knightmare, and people rushed here to kill people and grab cars, only to find that there was no fart here.

In his place he answered the boy, there was a loud bang and two knightmare that were entangled all the way to the light rail station. The drivers of the red and purple steel monsters have good skills, but the purple Sunderland obviously has the advantage of the body, and the red Glasgow, although the driver is slightly better, has no choice but the body is a generation behind, so he can only support it.

"Excuse me, is this the 'no problem' Glasgow?"

The boy's expression became even more confused as he looked at Glasgow, who was missing an arm, his whole body was in tatters and rattling, as if he was in danger of being dismembered by gravity at any moment.

"yes, this is it." Fan said stubbornly. "It was still quite complete just over three hours ago."

"Oh."

The boy looked up at the battle between the two, and his brow gradually furrowed.

"Do you have any other helpers, ambushing that Sunderland?"

"Probably gone."

"Then hurry up and find a way to inform your pilot to abandon the ejection, there will be no chance if it's too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, a second Sunderland joined the siege of Glasgow. In an instant, the situation changed from still struggling to support Glasgow and turned and fled.

The first Sunderland -- that was obviously a command plane, because its shoulders were red. This is the privilege of pure-blood pilots, and pure-bloods are all fanatical militants in high positions in the military.

The pure-blood pilot, apparently trying to play with his opponent, raised his hand to stop the well-ammo support aircraft from firing at Glasgow, put away his rifle himself, and instead popped out the melee baton under Sunderland's elbows, signaling his henchman and himself to continue the pursuit.

He wanted to play that red Glasgow to the death.

The boy sighed.

With this group of idiots from the pure-blood sect, why worry about the immortality of the empire!

Gradually, the boy instinctively smelled a hint of conspiracy.

Apparently it is impossible for purebloods to play conspiracy, because they are all brainless idiots.

The boy finally understood why he felt this way.

The momentum of that Glasgow escape was so decisive! It can even be said to be firm, without the slightest panic of being cornered.

The aura of conspiracy grew stronger and stronger, until he saw the oncoming wagons in the distance, and it finally dawned on him.

His eyes immediately locked on a bombed-out building between the truck and Glasgow.

"Fan, are you really not in an ambush? Another Sunderland, for example? ”

"Sunderland? Where did we come to Sunderland? ”

The tone of the fan doesn't look like they're trying to deceive themselves, so they really don't know?

"Today might be your lucky day."

The boy muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"Besides me, there are people helping you."

"Who?"

The boy shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

If he could know this, then he would really become a god. It's the two shopkeepers who shake their hands, and they can't figure out their housework, and they have to ask him as an outsider.

"Anyway, the Glasgow pilot's life was saved. If you're lucky, you can take out two Sunderlands. ”

"Huh?" Yucheng didn't understand what he was talking about.

"You will definitely meet purebloods in the future, and when dealing with purebloods, you must remember one thing, although their skills are not bad, they are all stupid. For example, when you encounter an obstacle, a fool will jump over it because it's handsome. Or even put your head on it, because it will make them feel good. ”

As accurate as the preview of the show, Fan and Yucheng watched in amazement at what happened next.

The first Sunderland stood up to the train and tried to force it to stop. The other jumped violently, almost reaching Sunderland's maximum theoretical height.

"The heavenly knightmare is just a target."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sunderland, who was dancing very highly, was shot through by two hooks from the opposite building.

Then the remaining command planes had to choose to abandon the plane under the threat of unknown Sadland's fire from above and the threat of Glasgow's killing.

The young man put down the binoculars in his hand and handed them to Yucheng, who was still in a daze beside him.

"In the eyes of fools, it's just a huge obstacle, and they'll do everything they can to magnify the disadvantages the terrain inflicts on them. But anyone with a little bit of brains will know that it's actually a great bunker. ”

He said, letting out a long sigh.

"Idiots will never understand how much a roll can solve."

He summed up the battle with these words.

Of course, for the purebloods, this is nothing more than a despicable and shameless plot.

"Fan, what's wrong? We can get over now. He patted the driver next to him.

"Huh? Oh. Good. ”

Fan started the car in a daze and drove towards his destination.

The Japanese are very fond of the Three Kingdoms. Fan, who was originally a teacher, naturally watched "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

And now what is repeated in Fan's mind is a sentence.

Wise and close to demons!