There are words in the words.

Yun Zhenxiong raised his eyebrows, a coldness appeared in his eyes, and he said calmly: "What, Hong Long will think the same way?" ”

"Hahaha, I'll talk about it later, but I saw a vigorous spirit."

Hong Yuanhang smiled, his voice changed suddenly, and said: "It's just a little reckless, and it is inevitably a little inconsistent with the content of this battle." ”

"What's wrong, could it be that the battle format of the Mist Scramble has been fixed, so why haven't I heard any notice?" Yun Zhenxiong looked at the imposing Shangnan troops in the light curtain, and his face was pale.

"Yunlong will laugh."

Hong Yuanhang laughed, "Everyone is not a three-year-old child, it seems that there is a certain reason why the casualty rate of the annual battle in the Jiangnan Theater remains high. ”

Yun Zhenxiong's eyes narrowed, and he finally glanced at his side.

Hong Yuanhang looked ahead quietly, as if he didn't notice anything.

"Then please wait and see."

"I can't ask for it."

The conversation between the two bigwigs was-for-tat, and others were terrified to listen to it.

This is clearly a fight between immortals and a disaster for mortals.

As soon as Hong Yuanhang finished speaking, the other two one-star dragon generals finally stopped being silent.

"Ten Great Qin Scholars."

"Where is this strong army?"

The two voices came one after the other, and the two dragons looked at each other calmly at the same time.

There was a deep claw mark in the corner of one of the eyes, which looked extremely hideous, but with that calm eyes like the sea, it made the whole person's momentum extremely calm.

His name is Pan Dongyun, he belongs to the Nanyang Theater, adjacent to the Jiangnan Theater, and his relationship with the troops in the Jiangnan Theater on weekdays is not good, but it is not bad.

It's not that he deliberately makes a mistake, because it is impossible for anyone to be indifferent when they see ten Great Qin Shi mechas.

Another dragon general named Ning Zhonghe, who belonged to the Yungu Theater and was stationed on the southwest front all the year round, was an expert in mountain warfare and jungle warfare.

The contours of his face were much softer than Pan Dongyun's, but his words at the moment were extremely serious.

The two are different from Hong Yuanhang.

The Pingtung Theater, to which Hong Yuanhang belongs, has a direct competition with the Jiangnan Theater to which Yun Zhenxiong belongs.

Both sides seek to establish their own voice in the East China Sea and the southeast coast.

As the saying goes, a crying child has milk to drink.

But this is said in Yan Huangjun, that is, the child who can beat has milk to drink.

In normal times, Pan Dongyun and Ning Zhonghe naturally did not want to get involved in the dispute between the Jiangnan Theater and the Pingtung Theater.

Only now, they have to ask questions.

Pan Dongyun narrowed his eyes, and even the claw marks at the corners of his eyes were a little silent, and he looked at Yun Zhenxiong.

"The Jiangnan Theater has captured 50 Great Qin soldiers in a crowd of scrambles this year, and today they actually handed over 10 of them directly to a team."

"Can you tell me which base's elite?"

"Our Nanyang Theater only won 40 Great Qin Soldiers this month, except for the 10 units allocated to various research institutes, the remaining 30 units are simply not enough for the bases in our region."

Pan Dongyun is telling the truth.

It is natural to doubt the strength of this team, or the relationship behind it.

Ning Zhonghe seemed to be waiting for Yun Zhenxiong's reply.

For a while, the forces led by the four people in the field looked at the light curtain at the same time.

The focus of attention is Shang Nanzhong.

However, just when the four dragon generals in the command room of Hongshan Island had just reached some kind of tacit understanding, the huge command room had just calmed down.

The team in the picture came to an abrupt halt.

Inside and outside the video, there is an eerie silence at the same time.

"Huh."

"Huh?"

"Stopped?"

Hong Yuanhang, Pan Dongyun, Ning Zhong and the three dragons will react differently at the same time.

Among them, Hong Yuanhang's face was indifferent.

"Steady and steady, although it is not outstanding, but it is also decent. It's just a pity that these ten Great Qin Warriors. ”

Hearing the meaningful words on his side, Yun Zhenxiong's eyelids drooped and he didn't move.

If he hadn't seen the scene of Lu Ze's conflict with the Junshui base on the school field, if he hadn't clearly known Lu Ze's age, if it wasn't for the keen intuition of his sixth sense, he might have shown dissatisfaction.

But now, now that he's standing here.

Now that the team has set out.

Then, as the supreme commander, he naturally has to endorse every member.

This is his Yun Zhenxiong's soldier!

The angle of the light curtain has been slightly adjusted, from a head-up view to a wider angle at a higher level.

This is the co-pilot of a heavy transport aircraft adjusting the perspective.

The screen zooms in.

The crowd finally saw the source of the stoppage of the marching procession.

At the front of the line, a figure quietly raised its right hand.

With the palm of the hand as the command, all the servants stop.

The gray camouflage was so out of place with the surrounding scene.

In the observation group of more than 20 people, each person's pupils shrank.

This leader was actually wearing the most ordinary field uniform, neither wearing a battle armor, nor controlling a mecha.

Assertive?

Tuoda?

Although there was only one back, anger rose in the hearts of these twenty people at the same time.

Major events in the army are not child's play.

In anger, the figure in the picture tilted his head slightly, as if he was saying something.

"Can you play the voice of this team?" Pan Dongyun asked, the claw marks in the corners of his eyes beating with his muscles.

"It has not been out of the coverage of the transport aircraft signal source and can be acquired." The correspondent replied.

"Let it out." Yun Zhenxiong spoke indifferently.

"Yes!"

……

After a brief rustle, a clear voice came.

Calm and casual.

That's the first thing you feel when you hear that voice.

Then there was the voice, whose owner seemed to be very young.

"Ten o'clock."

"Eleven o'clock."

"Twelve."

What's going on?

The correspondent looked at each other, and looked at his dragon general with some undecided.

"A little."

"Two points."

The young voice was still methodical, unhurried.

Some people frowned, is this reading the time according to the quartz dial?

"Shotgun grenade preparation."

The staff officers in the command room were stunned.

The people in the Mission were also stunned.

"He's not crazy!"

Finally someone roared.

This is the mist, the northern sea, shrouded in mist and infested with strange beasts.

No one knows if there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of creatures hidden in it.

No one knows exactly what these creatures are

For those misty beasts, humans are the intruders.

All the teams that entered were cautious, for fear of startling some unknown creatures.

Therefore, in the event of a battle, cold weapons are given priority over hot weapons, and ordinary hot weapons are given priority over heavy hot weapons.

But what do they see now?

The leader of the Shannan base actually wanted to fire a shotgun grenade into the fog.

If it weren't for the rank here, he would have torn his face and scolded his voice a long time ago.

"It's trying to bury the whole team!"

Finally, one observer couldn't help but shout.

"Do you know what the secret of success is?"

A gentle voice sounded almost seamlessly, as if in reply to the observer and as if talking to himself, and everyone was stunned.

It took a second for everyone to confirm that the sound was coming from the light curtain.

……

"What is it?" Cui Zhao subconsciously turned around.

"Learn to manage your time."

The voice fell.

The earth shook, and a strong wave of air expanded.

The roar of the shotgun howitzer resounded throughout the screen, and the shells dragged long white waves into the distance.

Looking at the figure that stood indifferently.

You can hear pins falling in the Command Headquarters.