It is said that Yang Jian and the others were moving forward on the fork in the road on the left, and a small temporary command post was set up on a grass about a few miles away from them.

The command post is small and well-stocked, with a conference room with a conference table and a dozen seats. On the wall opposite the conference table, a large television screen is inlaid with a large display of the deployment map of troops and the commander's decision-making instructions.

What is surprising is that everyone here is a toy soldier as tall as an ordinary person!

A toy soldier with a full body of green, camouflage-complexion, and the appearance of a commander, holding a baton in his hand, points to a spot on the screen.

"Good afternoon, colleagues", its voice was hoarse and dry.

"According to the instructions of His Majesty Charles, the commander of the toy soldiers, the torrent of steel of our toy army has run over several Toulouse villages, and the troops are directly aimed at the Liku defense line, and it is estimated that in a few days there will be an exchange of fire with the regular army of the Toulouse tribe."

At this, it paused, glancing at everyone present.

"However, this is not the most pressing problem", the commander pressed the remote control, and the TV screen switched to another frame.

The picture shows that on a winding and stretching path, Yang Jian and his party are hurrying.

"The presence of intruders in our rear does not bode well," explained the commander.

"It's a pity that our elite troops are all thrown into battle, and only a small number of them can be separated."

"My order is, kill them all, don't leave them alive!"

"Do you have any suggestions?!" , the commander asked in an unquestioning tone.

I saw that the toy soldiers sitting in the lower seat seemed to have been rehearsed in advance, and they all stood up and straightened with a "swish", and then waved their hands to give a standard military salute.

"Resolute obedience!" , the soldiers replied in unison.

"Good!" , the commander bowed slightly.

Looking at Yang Jian and the others again, everyone has been on the road for a long time, and they are a little overwhelmed.

"Everyone is tired, do you want to rest", Yang Jian proposed.

"No, I just warmed up, and now I'm full of energy," Bao Zhuangshi shouted.

"Don't, people are tired", Sissi's little face shook like a rattle, and the whole reluctant expression.

"Let's take a break, look at Sissi, it's all like that", old Hans looked at little Lori distressedly.

The Sharpshooter and the Night Bringer are consistent, and do not express their opinions when encountering such situations.

"Then rest", Yang Jian's legs were also numb, and he made a decision at the moment.

So they took out their napkins and laid them on the ground, sat down on the ground, and then took out their dry food and water, and began to eat and drink.

As soon as Bob sat down, he took out a large bottle of mineral water from his backpack, poured it into his mouth, and gulped it down.

Bao Zhuangshi only felt that the sweet spring seemed to be poured into his heart, that kind of taste, a refreshing!

"Smack!" He smacked his lips in disgust, and was about to pick up the cap, tighten it, and put the water bottle back in his backpack.

"Smack!" , a sharp gunshot.

In an instant, the cap in Bob's hand was knocked off, and he was shocked.

"Who is it?!" , Yang Jian and the others immediately became alert, maintained a vigilant posture, and paid attention to the surrounding wind and grass at any time.