Blacksteel stood in the bunker and looked into the distance, although he didn't have any position now, most of the soldiers here still respected him. He could walk around the facility without being hindered in the slightest, but his mind wasn't here at all. Although Philos followed his advice and was fully prepared, Blacksteel could see a hint of disapproval on Philos's tired face. He knows his old friend and rival too well, and the stronger his opponent is, the more he shows high morale and outstanding ability, and the fights he doesn't look down on are often the listless appearance he is now. Now that he is coming by himself, he can barely stay here, if it were someone else, it is estimated that he would have gone back to his luxurious group leader's lounge.

Philos yawned, the reason why he arranged it so carefully was mainly to take into account the face of the black steel, the other party must have a certain strength. But even with the addition of the ability to spit acid, a low-level monster like the giant ant is still not worth mentioning to the hunter, and using this fully costumed army in his hand to guard against it is a bit of a fuss. What's more, with a strong hole card in your hand, the possibility of failure is almost zero. Looking at the black steel that was checking the combat readiness back and forth in the fortress, Philos's face couldn't help but show a look of surprise, I really didn't expect this guy who was not afraid of heaven and earth to have such an anxious and uneasy time.

"Hurry up!" Company Commander Hulk commanded the soldiers to move fuel and weapons out of the warehouse, and watched as they slowly entered the bunker. Hulk shook his head.

His company was divided into twelve teams, and the whole company plus himself was a total of one hundred and nine people, and the strength in his hands alone was enough to sweep around McGee. But it has been half a year since he was sent, and every day he is to watch the city gate and supervise the security in the town, and then sleep in the barracks, he will inevitably feel a little bored. So when the instructor Heigang appeared here, he was still very happy, especially the news of the enemy attack he brought, he could finally have a little fun, but when the regiment commander issued martial law, he felt that something was wrong, and everyone was honest to carry out the order on the surface. But looking at their procrastination, it is clear that they did not take this battle to heart.

Hulk himself didn't care about the giant ants, but seeing Black Steel's serious expression, he couldn't help but be a little worried, in his memory, his teacher dared to scare the master of the elite monster with a few recruits. It was also after that battle that he was appreciated, and at the age of just 20, he was transferred to his regiment by Philos, and was promoted to the position of company commander just a few months later. Now seeing the level of familiarity between Black Steel and his own leader, he felt that he could have such an achievement, perhaps because of the light of Black Steel. Mixed with gratitude, he naturally doesn't see things like Philos. Even if it was a low-level fight, he had to give it his all. Maybe this will be able to repay the instructor for his cultivation a little.

Thinking of this, he immediately walked towards his more than 100 people. Most of the people look like they are hanging as usual, most of these people are recruits, and there are many wounded veterans, and their third company can be said to be the least in terms of combat power and numbers. And he didn't have much to do with this fact. After all, he is still young, and many of his companions of the same age are still mixed in the new barracks and can't get out.

"All stand upright!" Although this company is the bottom of the entire regiment, it took a lot of effort for Hulk to be able to sit in this position, and it was by no means possible to suppress more than 100 people just by relying on an order from above.

He always charges ahead of all battles, and the post-battle distribution is quite fair, especially when dealing with an internal group brawl, he alone packed up a full squad. Now the whole regiment was in the limelight, and after that, the whole company had completely surrendered to him. You can have all kinds of faults and problems, but the premise is that you must be able to fight, and in this degree of consensus, the army is much stronger than the outside world.

Of course, when there is nothing to do, Hulk naturally does not demand anything from them. So when the soldiers saw the appearance of the company commander as if he was facing a great enemy, everyone couldn't help beating a small drum in their hearts.

They quickly formed three rows, waiting for Hulk's orders.

"Everyone checks their equipment, especially ammunition and medicine." Hulk gave an order to his twelve captains, "All supplies should be reported to the maximum amount." Each squad must be equipped with a flamethrower. ”

The establishment of the leader's army is the same as the rest of the world, it is according to the composition of the division-regiment-company-team, the smallest unit is the team, it draws on the composition of the hunter squad, which is generally composed of eight people and a captain, and these eight people are actually two hunter squads, as for the specific distribution depends on the composition of the team members, if the collocation is more reasonable, the two teams are generally rotated for long-term operations, of course, it is not excluded that the professional distribution of personnel is deformed, then it is more to test the captain's adaptability.

As for the distribution of weapons and resources, battles like this kind of garrison generally depend on the number reported by the company commander, and each company generally has a specified amount, but because of this mission, in order to reflect the importance of the above in the face of the riot, even four standard tanks have been driven, not to mention ammunition and materials. The warehouse can be said to be full, and the armament soldiers will naturally not be too embarrassed by this issue, after all, who needs who is responsible for transportation, who reports more and naturally carries more, plus there will be supervision in and out of the warehouse, and it is still difficult to do tricks. So in general, they rarely overreport the number, such as the remaining two companies. It was the ammunition that was received according to the basic quota, and as for heavy equipment such as flamethrowers, they didn't even look at it.

And now Hulk is talking about the maximum amount. That is, 15 times on this basis, the soldiers couldn't help but feel bitter, after all, all the bullets and fuel weapons had to be moved from the warehouse again, but seeing the grim face of the company commander, they walked towards the city wall without saying a word.

Seeing the soldiers on the third company's position carrying ammunition from the warehouse one after another, Philos couldn't help but smile, his handsome smile was like a warm spring breeze. Countless young women and maidens have been defeated by his magical smile.

"Looks like Hulk is planning to show his hand in front of you." Each of his words is subtle when it comes out, but when it is connected together, it forms a very aristocratic tone.

"He's a good fighter, but his head can't turn a little bit." Darksteel completely ignored the other party's smile at him. He looked at him with a look of disgust, as if he were a giant ant standing up, "I hope you don't lead him astray." ”

"I'm a little hard to protect myself now, where can I take care of him." Philos stretched out his slender fingers and pulled a thin cigarette from his bosom. The soldiers behind him hurriedly stepped forward and lit a fire for him. "Do you want one?"

"This smoke is too boring, isn't it?" Blacksteel took it from his hand and took a sharp puff, the cigarette disappeared in an instant, and he looked at the cigarette butt depressedly and shook his head. "How do you feel like a woman smoked it?"

"That's right, it's popular with those people up there right now." Philos picked one up and put it in his mouth, "The taste is very light, but many ladies like it." ”

Looking at Black Steel's disgusted expression, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you remember the time when we were surrounded by a few war dogs of the other party?" Philos had clearly remembered something interesting. "It's the time you made your own cigarette."

"How could you forget." Blacksteel picked up the cigarette in his hand again and took a deep breath, "That time really suffocated me." ”

"Speaking of which, you're really good, too." Philos' smile widened. "I dare to roll up and smoke a dry leaf when I see it."

"It's really uncomfortable." Blacksteel's only eye narrowed into a slit, and he said with a wry smile. "As long as it can smoke, it's a satisfying craving."

"As a result, your mouth is swollen like a sausage." Philos burst out laughing, and the soldiers around him looked at him with a strange look. His own regimental commander has never been more cheerful than he is now.

"Don't forget," Darksteel argued, "if it weren't for the pungent smell, how would the war dogs have retreated?" ”

"That's ... It's just that it's really not suitable to show off. Philos suppressed his smile, "It only seems to me that dogs have better taste than you... After saying this, the soldiers around finally couldn't help it and began to laugh.

Black Steel didn't care about this at all, he had originally planned to give the other party a boost, and he always felt that Philos seemed to be very unhappy in his heart. But I don't know how to ask. The atmosphere of the conversation is much better now.

"Do I remember when your regiment killed two full regiments of the opposing side in the Battle of Molobok?" Blacksteel was always bitter about not being in time to take part in the battle against the Marauders. "I remember that guy in Mendoza also met you specifically for this~"

"That's right~" Philos showed a strange smile on his face, "There are really a lot of beauties there." ”

"Wait... WOULD YOU NOT BE ... Darksteel knew him too well, "You shot at the woman in Mendoza?!" ”

"That's a must, it's not my style to let go of such an opportunity." He shook his head and said in a joking tone, "Mendoza is still a character, he completely suppressed this matter, and there was no overt punishment for me. ”

"Then you deserve it..." Heigang didn't pity the other party at all, "It's not easy for you to live, I remember that guy is not an ordinary obsession with women." He has always been merciless to those who deliberately touch his woman. ”

"yes, otherwise I would have been kicked into this place." There was no trace of remorse in Philos's words, "The life here is honestly not bad, and it is very suitable for retirement." ”

"You're just in your early 30s, and you're thinking about retirement?" Blacksteel asked teasingly, "But it's a good thing for many women." ”

"First of all, you can also find a lot of women for the elderly, such as Mendoza." With a flick of his hand, the cigarette butt in his hand was thrown out in a sleek curve. He turned his head to look at Black Steel, his expression unusually serious, "There's one more thing you've gotten wrong. ”

Seeing that he was so cautious, Blacksteel couldn't help but throw away the cigarette butt and turn his head to look at Philos.

"I'm not even 25 yet...