Zheng Dong called the first werewolf who embraced him as a chieftain, "What's your name?" ”

"Dear Chief, my name is François. Heyer. ”

"I need a manager who can lead the clan in my absence, are you willing to take on this responsibility?"

"I am old and I recommend my son, Fernanl. Heyer, he is resourceful, humble and steady. "The old werewolf called his son.

A thick-haired, tall werewolf walked in front of Zheng Dong, with a dusty face, as many as dozens of wounds on his body, the place where the flesh and blood turned over is slowly healing, in the process of clearing the remnants of the enemy, he must be brave to take the lead to leave so many wounds, Zheng Dong is very satisfied, looking at the other party's sharp eyes, stretched out a hand and held it with him, the human palm and huge wolf claws are like a baby's hand on an adult's hand, but the werewolf's son can feel Zheng Dong's constant vigorous pressure from afar, and he has seen his strength, After contact, he was even more afraid of the chieftain of this human race.

"Fernanl. Haye, you are now a second-tier chief, and your father assists you. After Zheng Dong finished arranging, he said to the werewolves: "This is your second-level chief, you will follow him when I am away, you take them to the neighborhood to find a place to rest now." ”

Francois. Haiye took out a thumb-sized thing and handed it to Zheng Dong, "Chief, this is what I took from Chief Simon, I originally wanted to keep it as a souvenir, you take it, whenever you need us, just blow it, we will arrive as soon as possible within a hundred kilometers, when it is blown, it is two long and one short, which makes our tribe's unique summoning whistle." ”

Zheng Dong took it, found one end, blew it with his mouth, did not make any sound, and blew it hard, still like this, François next to him. Heyer smiled, "Chief, you humans can't hear this voice, we can." ”

According to what the old werewolf said, Zheng Dong blew for two long times, and then briefly blew, and the ears of the surrounding werewolves were pricked up towards him, and at the same time quickly gathered to his side, Zheng Dong smiled: "Okay, now you follow Fernan. Heyer finds a place to rest, we still have some tough battles to fight, Fernanl, you can take everyone and leave. ”

After the werewolf group left, the soldier who came to report the news asked, "Grand Master, we really need reinforcements for our defensive position, why did you let them go?" ”

"I'm the reinforcements, they just went through a battle, rest, I have confidence in the defense of the square, I should be able to survive the day, you go and contact Archbishop Murat, see if he can move the Pope and mobilize the entire Heavenly Sect believers to support."

After the soldiers left, Zheng Dong found an abandoned motorcycle on the deserted street, drove to the vicinity of the front line, stopped where the sound of gunfire could be heard, and flew onto a building, with a panoramic view of the entire battlefield.

The troops of the French government attacked the square from three directions, mainly with infantry advances, covered by armored infantry fighting vehicles, and those artillery sounds were mainly emitted by individual bazookas, and they did not use heavy weapons, which is thankful, otherwise a howitzer would have torn through the line of defense. At the beginning of World War II, the French government declared Paris an undefended city in order to protect the long history and culture, and after the end of World War II, the German army refused to carry out the order to blow up Paris.

The battle was extremely fierce, the attacking side followed one after another, and there was no need for the overseer team to threaten them, they launched a charge again and again, the defender could not retreat, the dead hand position, heavy casualties, three of the four defense towers have been destroyed, in the ruins of the defense towers, you can still see machine guns spitting flames outside, the entire sandbag construction of the defense line is fragmented, the core defense Zheng Dong's circle of infantry fighting vehicles and armored vehicles are holding the last position, several of which are on fire. At least two or three sniper teams were active around the position, accurately knocking out individual soldiers with bazookas, and the tide of battle was in a delicate balance.

The battle was in a state of stalemate, Zheng Dong found a new situation in the rear of the French government army, in a makeshift tent similar to a command center, out of a temporary command center-like large tent, out of a fifty-year-old officer, wearing a white French flat military cap, he waved his arms, roared, vented his dissatisfaction, then took out a cigarette and stood aside to smoke, and another officer came out as if to persuade him.

Moments later, a man in fancy dress with a tambourine in hand and a higher-ranking general came out of the tent with a group of staff, ignoring the officer in the white hat. Zheng Dong recognized the man, he was none other than the shaman Urizi, the shaman he fought to the death on Lake Baikal.

I saw him walk to a makeshift platform and begin to recite words, sing and dance. The attacking side of the battlefield suddenly quieted down, and thousands of birds gathered from all directions, fearless of the defender's bullets, and flew into the trenches, paratrooper pits, defense towers, and armored vehicles in the core defense position, the screams and gunfire were clearly heard on the tall building where Zheng Dong was, and what was even more frightening was that the corpses of the enemy and us who had fallen to the ground stood up and rushed to the defender.

Wherever his hands pointed, the puppet-like corpses pounced? The remaining firepower points on the periphery of the core position were eliminated one by one, and controlling living beings was the shaman's specialty, but when did he learn to manipulate the dead?

Whatever the reason, Zheng Dong must go down, and the best way to stop the attack is to take out this old enemy, Urizi. It quickly flashed to the rear of the army, and when Zheng Dong was about to launch the last flash, a firepower point in the outer defense circle caught everyone's attention, it was a pillbox, after the surrounding firepower points were removed, it was the one that held out the longest.

It was a soldier of the third regiment, he climbed the bunker, the corpse puppet of the attacking side lost the ability to climb, but he saw the target, reached out to grab him down, dozens of corpse puppets surrounded the lone pillbox. The soldiers who followed behind stopped, and one of the soldiers began to shout: "Stop attacking, stop attacking!" ”

The soldier standing on the bunker glanced back at the core and gave a standard military salute, which Zheng Dong also recognized, he was one of the thirty members of the Templar Order's assault team, and they had drunk together that day when Joagen went to look for his girlfriend. His uniform was stained with blood, but he wore the iconic white cylindrical flat cap of the Foreign Legion on his head, and it was the French elite Foreign Legion that attacked the elite French troops, and they saw their comrades and stopped the attack.

The veterans on the bunker seemed to recognize their comrades, saluted them too, and then threw themselves into the corpse puppets below with a bag.

The soldiers of the Foreign Legion fell silent, only the corpse golems and the birds in the sky were attacking the core position, and the defenders were fighting with all their might against the birds from the sky and the corpse golems that were slamming into the eye-catching, and they had no time to care about the sacrifice of another comrade. But Zheng Dong saw this tragic scene clearly, and with a sad cry, he flashed in front of the shaman.