The Captain began to feel more eerie and slightly cold. He realized that he might have made a wrong decision, and began to think about why Dai Bingcheng chose to fight them head-on instead of leaving the battlefield quickly.

Yes, "frontal combat" - the results of the opponent's battle are no longer achieved by a sneak attack or ambush.

But then he made another mistake. He still focused on Ying Ran.

Or maybe he had to—because as soon as he relaxed his pace, the demon god would be killed.

But the problem is that the "demon god" on this battlefield is not alone.

There was only ten seconds left for the captain to think.

Ten seconds later, he heard a hoarse, tired voice coming from the communication channel: "I see you." ”

The ensign's hairs stood on end, and he jumped up like a frightened cat, drew the pistol at his waist, and subconsciously prepared for hand-to-hand combat. But just as many had endured the unforgiving fate that had endured so many before him—perhaps fate favored him a little—a short knife with extreme sharpness removed his right arm, which was holding a gun. Before the pain could reach his nerve center, Dai Bingcheng had already taken the pistol that had fallen in mid-air, two shots hit him in the chest, and the other two shots blew off the head of the second lieutenant who had just had time to turn his face.

Next, he ripped off the communicator on the second lieutenant's body, glanced at the nameplate on the second lieutenant's body, and said in a vague but just understandable voice: "I am Second Lieutenant Su Huanzhen, taking over the command of the scene." I ordered, the whole army retreated. Missile strikes are coming. ”

Of course, it is impossible for everyone to immediately execute the order. But hesitation and panic are possible—they were originally expected to die, but now they are suddenly told that they can leave this terrible place before they die—and every normal person will think about it for a moment, and there will even be the kind of person whose psychological defense is about to collapse and leave.

As a result, the firepower on the front suddenly became thin, and part of the Imperial army began to turn its attention to its own comrades and the rear.

Dai Bingcheng seized this opportunity and rushed out of the front-line headquarters with the most powerful strength and willpower - thirty meters in front of him was Ying Ran's figure.

For the first time in ten years, he called out Ying Ran's name: "Resolutely!!" ”

The voice, which appeared faint in the midst of the gunfire, was immediately captured by Ying Decidenatory. He only turned his head slightly and saw Dai Bingcheng's lowered figure. He quickly grabbed something from the ground—including a rusty steel bar—and threw it at the base station-type force generator with great force.

Bright electric sparks erupted, limiting the force field to failure.

The muscles in Dai Bingcheng's legs finally spasmed from the continuous ultra-high-intensity operation. He stumbled and nearly tripped to the ground. But Ying Resolute had already reached out to him, and all the tiny objects within four meters of him were floating in the air in an instant, including the four bullets that were about to hit his cheek.

Then he resolutely withdrew. Pull Dai Bingcheng in front of him. Grabbed him by the waist and flew away.

All this happened almost under the noses of the Imperial Army. However, apart from a few real Mortal Warriors, no one wanted to pursue them anymore—

What if the opponent has the ability to use a strategic-level weapon like the Light Quantum Generator, the ability to detonate a missile that flies into the air, the ability to ignore any form of attack with a small weapon in your hand, and the one next to you is a powerful person who has killed more than thirty Assaulters in five minutes?

The Imperial Army, having lost its command center, handed in an answer sheet that was quite satisfactory to Ying Ran. As if agreed, the moment the rebels quickly retreated and left the battlefield. The Imperial Army did the same. Because everyone realizes that their mission will not be accomplished tonight.

Two minutes later. A missile hit the spot accurately. Draw a successful end to tonight's offensive and defensive - for the rebels.

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"You're such a big!!"

This was the anger of Emperor Zhu Zhaoxu. With this deafening roar, he swept everything on the desk in front of the emperor to the ground—including a brass paperweight given to him by the Minister of Defense a month earlier.

Defense Minister Choi Boon Chung stood straight in front of the young emperor without saying a word, but glanced at the paperweight that glittered in the light—he was glad the emperor hadn't smashed it on his forehead.

The emperor was furious. Cui Wenzhuan was very frightened. But he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart — hoping that at some point someone would tell him that Dai Bingcheng had been sentenced.

After venting, the emperor stared at him directly, his face gloomy as if he could drip water. He raised his hand and pointed at Cui Wenzhuo, and said in a voice that was about to tremble: "Tell me about it—you tell me about it—who gave you the courage to do this?!" ”

Cui Wenzhuo licked his dry lips and was about to speak. But the emperor's "question" just now is obviously just a "question". He slapped his hand on the table again: "You want power!" ”

The emperor's voice was a little hoarse, and those four words were simply shouted out in a long voice: "Are you afraid that Dai Bingcheng will wake up and share your power!" You idiot - I really want to do that, why do I have to refrigerate him for ten years? In this way, you stupid people can't be appeased?? ”

He walked a few steps in place, turned around, turned his face and pointed at Cui Wenzhuo and then scolded: "Last year, the elder Zhang Zhongzheng died in a car accident. During the Spring Festival, Ge Lao Zuo Fuchun died of food poisoning. Last month - you told Sun Hongyue that he had esophageal cancer? He's going to die too, right? Without this, would he die this month?? ”

Cui Wenzhuo shivered quietly, looked up at the emperor, and felt cold sweat gradually seeping out from his back-

The emperor actually knew these things...... He thought he was doing well enough—at least more cautiously than some. He didn't expect that the emperor would still pay attention to those old guys who had gone to work...... The question is, was it the emperor who ruthlessly drove them all out of Yanjing in the first place?

"Now you want to move Dai Bingcheng??" The emperor walked up to him and leaned over to look into Cui Wenzhuo's eyes, "Are you still thinking that someone will come in and tell you that Dai Bingcheng is dead in a while—I will reprimand you today, and then the matter will be stopped?" ”

The Emperor did speak his mind. Cui Wenzhuo realized that he could not go on like this. He had to speak. Otherwise, he may not have a chance to speak again.

"It was the people of the organization who woke him up first, Your Majesty." Cui Wenzhuo spoke with difficulty, and then sped up his speech, so that the emperor did not have a chance to interrupt him, "The people of the organization woke him up, but this matter should definitely not be clear. I...... Chen, thinking that the organization may want to pull Dai Ge Lao over. You know that Lu Daoying is definitely his student, and the friendship between the two is not ordinary. It took more than 20 days for the minister to get the news, but by that time Dai Bingcheng had already left there. Considering that the rebel might have nearly twenty days to plot against him, so—"

The Emperor raised his hand.

Cui Wenzhuo also saw the emperor raise his hand.

The Emperor took a step away from him and raised his hand to his cheek. The move is obvious, and most people know what will happen next – and Choi is no exception. But here's the problem...... He never expected the emperor to do this. So he even spent a second instinctively thinking about what kind of ambiguity Zhu Zhaoxu wanted to cause in this posture?

But the next moment the slap landed firmly on his face.

He was really going to slap me?! Cui Wenzhuo thought in disbelief when his head was tilted to the side with that tremendous force.

Then he got angry - he slapped me!!

Cui Wenzhuo's eyes widened, and he raised his head to look at Zhu Zhaoxu - he really thought he was an emperor?! He's just that Li Zhen's puppet in the south!! He, Zhu Zhaoxu, is just doing things for that Divine Emperor!!

However, before he could say a second sentence, the emperor turned his hand and gave him another slap in the face.

By this time, Cui Wenzhuo was already angry and stunned to the extreme. Such humiliation - Zhu Zhaoxu wants to ......

His idea was confirmed. Zhu Yaoxu took a step back and shook his hand: "Arrest him." ”

It wasn't until the two guards who walked in from the outside pulled his arms behind his back that Cui Wenzhuo woke up from his incomparable shock. He shouted desperately: "Zhu Zhaoxu - you dare!" I am the Minister of National Defense that Li Zhen pointed out to you! I've shown him every report I've given you - how dare you do that to me?! ”

Two guards dragged him out the door. But Zhu Zhaoxu stopped him, walked in front of Cui Wenzhuo and asked-

"So, does he know anything about this?"

Cui Wenzhuo was stunned for a moment, and quickly thought about what this sentence meant.

But until he was stuffed into a police car, he still didn't figure out what would involve Li Zhen in this matter.

But in any case, the current situation is already telling him a fact - he has messed things up. Messed up a major event involving two monarchs and the biggest leader of a resistance organization in this world.

He really seems to have provoked a terrible big guy - even though he is already a big man with enough weight himself.

Dai Bingcheng, an old man who has lost his ability - is it that important? Cui Wenzhuo roared in his heart.

He wanted a "narrative". He hoped that at least he had missed an important part. But God didn't give him that chance.

At 20:55 on May 22, 2030, Imperial Defense Minister Choi Moon-chan died of a sudden heart attack at the age of 59.

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Thanks to the book friend Feng Dust Prodigal Son Xiao Convex, Yan Dragon Soul, I am a big wild boar, hhs, no worries, will seek wind and fire rewards and monthly passes.

Something happened today, annoying, and I want to drink some wine in the evening. There is no guarantee that there will be an update, but there are at least two updates tomorrow.

Regarding the beginning of the new book, are you waiting to see the new one, or shall I send it out for everyone to see? (To be continued......)