Once they found a suitable target for throwing the pot, the senior Slavic officers were still very fast.

Before the "overseer" could react, they had already arranged the retreat "in accordance with the instructions of the superintendent", and even ...... The command center has begun to be put away and ready to evacuate first.

Interestingly, during the whole process, not even a single person asked the veteran general who was the commander-in-chief.

It's as if he doesn't exist anymore.

The old general looked at this scene, and there was no anger on his face, but he smiled.

"That's fine. He muttered to himself, "Slavic blood should not be shed in useless places." ”

When the young prisoner heard this, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, he hurried to his side and said, "You mean—"

Before he could finish speaking, blood splattered his face.

The old general didn't mean to talk to him at all, and directly pulled out his knife and wiped his neck.

The prison army opened his mouth blankly, and watched in amazement as the old general fell down with a smile on his face, and his corpse was on the spot, not knowing what to say.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at everyone, but saw that everyone was busy with their own affairs, and not only did they come to help, but there was no one who even glanced this way.

His face turned pale and he couldn't say anything.

To be sent to serve as a prison guard, he is certainly not a fool. Just now, he lost his words for a while, and was caught by the horse's foot and borrowed a donkey to go downhill, so retreat became his order, and the responsibility for the future will naturally be on him.

What's worse is that the coach died in front of him.

What does the old general mean? No one knows. But everyone saw that the old man didn't say a word before, and when he went to ask, he pulled out a knife and committed suicide.

There are many explanations for this.

At best, it was the old general himself who took the responsibility for the defeat and committed suicide to apologize.

At worst, it was the old general who was unwilling to be defeated, but he couldn't go against the will of the supervising army, so he could only commit suicide in anger.

...... According to the rules of the Slavic Empire, at critical moments, the orders of the overseers are higher than those of the commander.

The overseer didn't have to think about it, and when he returned to the third new Rome city, the generals would definitely throw all the blame at him in unison.

He even tried to explain a few words to himself, but he couldn't find a decent excuse.

Although he is an imperial family and has the trust of His Majesty the Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor will never offend a large group of generals for the sake of a close relative.

The combined power of such a large group of people is no joke. If His Majesty the Emperor could have a strong reason, he would naturally be able to punish them severely. But if there is no suitable reason......

He is just the emperor's nephew, a nephew like him, His Majesty the Emperor has more than a dozen, and the last one died, what does it matter?

A nephew is not a son after all!

The Overseer sat down to the side in despair, dazed as he knew what to do.

He knew that he was finished, and he had the intention to pull out a knife to commit suicide, but when he pulled out the knife, he saw the tragic situation of the old general's blood flowing all over the ground, almost separated from his head, and the knife could not be sent to the neck.

After hesitating several times, he finally let go of the knife, bowed his head in a dejected manner, and remained motionless, like a dead man.

There was still a lot of noise around, everyone was busy, but all the busyness had nothing to do with him anymore.

After a while, there was a sudden noise in the distance, so loud that it even suppressed the noise inside the car.

Everyone subconsciously paused for a moment, and then, everyone clearly heard the voice of "Stop him! Don't let him rush into the main headquarters!"

The voice was angry, but helpless, and although it roared hoarsely, it could not hear even the slightest bit of confidence.

Generals, you look at me, I look at you, and your face turns pale.

Then, one of the quickest responders rushed straight to the driver's seat, and even though the car was not fully retracted, he wanted to start it and leave in a hurry.

Now is the time to run for your life, and nothing else is taken care of!

Back a day ago, half a day ago, an hour or even half an hour ago, if someone said that they would be scared away by a mere person, they would definitely scoff at that guy and wouldn't even bother to refute it.

But now, that's just the way it is.

The commanders of the dignified Slavic army of more than 100,000 were so frightened by Pan Long that they wanted to leave the army and flee.

The car started.

Several psionic engines provided a tremendous amount of power, allowing the huge RV to easily knock all the vehicles and soldiers around it aside, even running over several of the downed soldiers before turning around and running away.

But at this time, Pan Long had already roared.

He had been fighting with the large group of soldiers guarding the General Headquarters, not noticing the parked cars. But as soon as the General Command started, it immediately attracted his attention.

This car is too big!

Now all he has is an animal-like instinct and a furious desire to attack, rushing wherever there are many people, and hitting whatever seems important.

With such a large car, you can tell at first glance that it is an important target.

So he simply shook off the Slavic soldiers who were trying to entangle him, like a cannonball, crashed through the wall of people who were trying to stop him, and roared to catch up with the command vehicle that had just started and was not fast to drive.

"Hurry, close the door!"

"Close the window!"

"Everybody take arms!"

The Slavic senior commanders shouted and hurriedly turned on the protective equipment of the command vehicle one by one.

The inner and outer doors closed quickly, and the solid steel plates fell, blocking the windows one by one, and except for a few small periscopes, the whole car did not even circulate air to the outside world.

In this world, disasters occur frequently, and vehicles are the most commonly used tools for people to flee, so great attention is paid to the protection of vehicles.

As the command center of a large army, the protection of this car is extremely excellent, and it can be called a movable fortress.

When it turned on all the protective equipment, even if dozens of people stormed the car, it would not be tempting to break it for a while.

Pan Long can't be for the time being.

He clawed at the car, only hearing the sharp sound of the claw rubbing against the metal, but he scratched a few cracks in the car, but failed to break it.

Seeing that the attack was not effective, Pan Long was furious, roared and jumped up, and landed on the roof of the car.

Like an orangutan, he roared and jumped hard, smashing with his fists.

All he could hear was the rumbling sound, and the sturdy roof of the car was gradually dented by him.

Everyone inside the car listened to the deafening sound, and watched the metal guard plate above their heads slowly bend, and their eyes showed a look of despair.

But at this point, they can't do anything about it.

After a while, with a loud tearing sound, one alloy roof finally could not withstand Pan Long's heavy blow, and the riveting between the rest of the roof broke in a few places, and a small gap appeared in the roof.

Pan Long roared, and poked into the gap, his palm was stronger than the crane, and directly lifted the roof open.

Underneath the top plate was a thin decorative plate, which he had pierced through in just one moment.

Then, he rushed into the command car.

Roars, tearing, shouts and begs for mercy, dying screams.

The sounds mingled, and then slowly fell silent.

The last thing the Slavic soldiers who chased after them saw was the command center crashing into the stones on the side of the road and toppling them, and then in the hole in the roof of the car, the figure who had single-handedly broken the entire army jumped out and roared at the sky, triumphant.

This scene will turn into a nightmare for them for life.