"This is how faithfully I serve you.... And that's... I deserve to be paid.... My lord.... Christ ....." muttered a few words that were inexplicable to others, and Yakov completely lost consciousness in the frightened shouts of the crowd and fell into chaos.....

The blasphemous words were not unheard, including Yakov's gaffe roar earlier - "Even if it is borrowed from Satan's unclean power!!! ”

On an inconspicuous corner, a figure dressed in a priest's robe left the scene of the incident with a pale face, chanting scripture uneasily and muttering into the distance, behind their backs was the panicked figure of a group of officers of the Fifth Garrison.

The silent hall was as frightening as a morgue, Zhang Jiaming sat on a soft seat, his face was as white as a zombie, and it was shocking - the results of the inspection on the front line were unsatisfactory, all the large-scale projects were stalled, and the land under the drought had no extra water support, and the 20,000 soldiers and civilians on the front line even had a big problem with drinking water! And the dry earth was too hard to dig, and many machines suddenly caught fire under the scorching sun, and then* became piles of iron lumps!

The biological weapon that he is most proud of, His Royal Highness the Dragon Son, is also completely lying in the mud pit, and he is stunned to lurk in the muddy pond, and he does not listen to the command!

The plan will never catch up with the changes, sighing again and again, Zhang Jiaming stroked his face and lamented, Southern Raiders, because this suddenly resurrected saint is completely stranded!

"Is Yakov okay?" Pinching the report, Zhang Jiaming felt powerless again, the soldiers of the entire regiment were all reimbursed, and there were not even a few bones left...... It was all gone in a matter of hours..... This holy woman, what strength does she have that she has not shown?

Zhang Jiaming, who fell into deep thought, slowly paced and thought in this underground court: his weakness is an opportunity in the eyes of others, and if he is allowed to continue, sooner or later the civilian class will lose confidence in himself, and in the power he controls, these ordinary people cannot be ignored! Rather than waiting for them to make a choice, it is better to have a long pain than a short one!! Dangerous thoughts began to flash, they were so tempting that Zhang Jiaming almost couldn't help but implement them immediately, but reason told him that some factors could not make an immediate decision, and in the repeated ideological struggle, a person pushed open the door of the courtroom.

Who? The black bishop's robe identified as Father Christopher!

Looking at Mr. Priest in a hurry in surprise, Zhang Jiaming couldn't figure out why he was always jumping up and down at this time? Big and small things always have his share?

"Dear Great Chief, without further ado! We have no choice, and I beg you from the bottom of my heart, as soon as you give the order, the elite troops of the Knights Templar will be ready to go out and destroy your enemies! With the earnestness of a storm, Christopher's face was as solemn as if among those who had been burned to death was his own son.

Along with his words, three figures in silver armor stood silently next to the priest, familiar taste, familiar momentum.... Especially that kind of weird calmness, so that Zhang Jiaming couldn't help but cover his cheeks, silently looking at the three who were once familiar, but now the only feeling is that they are extremely strange subordinates - which one is the guy who is nicknamed Wang "strong hand", he was just a broken house who ate by handicraft on the street, a cement worker, because he was short - less than 1.55 meters, with a dark face and scars - he was beaten by his drug-addicted father since he was a child, and one leg was still a little disabled - it was also his father's masterpiece, Before the great plague came, I couldn't even say that I had a daughter-in-law! Now I feel a lot of kindness of the priest, and he is one of the first members to join the Sixth Guardian Order, out of his fanatical and devotive attitude, he stands out from thousands of congregations, is favored by Mr. Priest, and then promoted from the grassroots level, and finally, enters the core class - the Stubborn Knights, with his excellent command ability and combat skills, he was finally elected as the deputy head of the Knights on Foot, controlling the military power of one side, but at the moment, this short general is wearing a silver glittering delicate chain armor, plus several battle medals on his chest, The two swords on his waist, one long and one short, also set off the demeanor of a warrior in a hundred battles!

Especially the momentum of refinement, Zhang Jiaming couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart - in the end, it was trained by a silver hand, and he deserved to be the elite of the elite.

The second place is an old acquaintance, Mo Kui! A pure white robe is well wrapped in which Zeng Miaoman's figure, lined with a compact leather armor jacket, look carefully, and sniff again, it is estimated that it is made of the leather sheath of some mutant beast, just this point, its defensive power is definitely much more awesome than those advanced Kevlar body armor of the evil American imperialists! The double gloves are soft armor made of fawn skin, which is naturally defenseless, the hem is also silver chain mail made of mature forging technology, even the upper and lower legs are armor sewn with compact mutant animal skin, several sharp daggers are as foils on the tactical belt from her chest to her waist and crotch, and the weapons used as the main output are a three-shot crossbow and a narrow double-edged sword! Looking at it, her gentle and quiet gaze of the past is no longer there! Instead, it is a grim complexion, compact muscles, but the temperament is as calm as water, and the eyes are so cold that ordinary people can suffocate the cold image. The few shallow scars extending from the corners of her eyes reminded Zhang Jiaming that this girl must have undergone unusual training.... What is particularly shocking is that her right eye, which was once intact, has been transformed into the shape of a glass flower!!

How many short months have passed? How did they endure what kind of brutal training to become such a ferocious fighting force? Silently calculating the time for the silver hand to enter his interior, Zhang Jiaming's heart was weak for a while.... I really let it go, I don't know when I will die, but it's okay.... Comfort yourself a few words, fortunately I am a good player.

Eye-to-eye with the girl again, Zhang Jiaming was completely speechless, his lips squirmed a few times, as if he wanted to ask something, but when the words came to his mouth, he could only turn into a low sigh... However, Mo Kui showed a shallow smile and quietly saluted the big leader with a knightly salute, and then she returned to that cold appearance.

The third person, Zhang Jiaming, is not very familiar.

I heard from the priest that this person was a cook back then, because of his disability in his early years, he was bullied by the wicked miserably, and finally killed in anger. After the people who have experienced the disaster of prison have matured extremely quickly, from a rookie who is ignorant of the world, to an old and sophisticated, shrewd and skilled paladin, this guy who is known as the high-level killer of the Knights of the Knights known as Thunder "Benshou" has finally been appreciated by the priest, and has become the most feared chief instructor of the Knights - specially responsible for training elite knights, comparable to which Lin Chonglin official of the 800,000 forbidden army chief instructor of the year! The scars on his face can't hide the cruel past that this formidable head has experienced, and his calm temperament can't help but make people admire him, this is a figure full of shining points everywhere, but this time, they all appear behind the person they once served - Father Christopher, as a representative and symbol of the highest combat power!

The three of them represent the most determined support for Father Christopher, and they are also the most feared strength that the Guardian Order has shown so far.

"Honorable big leader, now the form we are facing is not much stronger than when we just defeated R County, it's time to make a decision, if that evil woman is not removed, there will be absolutely no peace in my R County!" Continuing his arguments, Christopher waved his hand to disperse the three men.

"Your suggestion, I will consider it carefully." Listening to the priest repeatedly emphasizing the current dangerous situation for a while, and then looking at the three elite paladins, Zhang Jiaming replied very cautiously - through observation, the ability of these knights is not inferior to those second-order zombies, especially which Mo Kui!

"Tell me, how many of these elite fighters have you prepared?" Lowering his voice, he approached Mr. Priest in a pretended intimacy, and then pressed his earlobe tightly and said, "I need a definite victory, a must, a victory!" Again, silently, he looked at the priest.

"As long as you give an order, how many will we give!" His eyes looked at Zhang Jiaming without blinking, and the priest's eyes flashed with the vicious brilliance of those lone wolves in the wasteland: "There are a total of fifty-eight elites of the specially trained Holy Knights, each of whom can be on his own!" ”

Zhang Jiaming made a quiet gesture and paced for a while before he said: "I have seen your loyalty, then, go and prepare, remember, you must be quiet, don't make any waves, and then ..... Waiting for my command...."

The four men bowed and slowly exited the hall, and the hall, which had been full of resentment and noise just a moment ago, returned to calm.

Late at night, not everyone can fall asleep.

In a stilted building on the outskirts of R County, three black figures looked at each other under the light of the pond fire.

"They're scared, really, scared, and the big guys know about the daytime... I'm afraid, I'm very afraid...."An old female voice whispered, not knowing whether it was fear or what, her voice trembling inside, as if telling a very disturbing matter.

"Well, everyone knows, our holy woman... What did she do? Another old man's voice was hesitant at all, it was a male voice, very hesitant but calm: "Among the dead are our people, right?" ”

"We can't stop it, and we can't avoid it..... It's just such a day.... So many people, just so dripping .... So drip... All turned to ashes..."A little sadness with a crying voice began to manifest, and the female voice continued: "The women of the tribe are crying with their arms around the children, they are afraid, they are really afraid, they are afraid of those things..... They said.... I'm afraid that one day, they will have to fold it in.... The children are not sensible, but they know that they are afraid, their mother is crying, they are crying... My old woman also cried.... I just can't control my tears.... Cry along..."

"It's gone too far... It's too much... How should it not be.... It shouldn't be! It was still the voice of the old man in front of him: "This matter, a charter should be proposed, it can't go on like this, at least, many of those children and women are from our Miao family, since they are married, they should be treated equally!" ”

"Old man, you can speak, in this place, all these villagers and fathers are counting on your protection....." The old woman's mournful voice was accompanied by a sobbing voice.

"That's right, uncle, this Yang Feifei is really making too much trouble, no matter how much he gets it, he can't use his own blood relatives and flesh and blood!" Muttering quietly, with dissatisfaction, the old man lowered his eyes, but he didn't dare to directly force the elder he respected.

After a long time, a sigh came out of the stilted building.

"That's it, that's it, my old bones should have rotted in some corner a long time ago!" With deep remorse, the third old male voice spoke, accompanied by a series of coughs.

"Old man, you don't have to blame yourself so much, really.... Children are young, but they are faithful to you..."The old woman's voice became urgent.

"Yes, Grandpa, we have to listen to you when it comes to big and small things... Now the situation is not as good as before, and if it is delayed like this, I see, sooner or later, something bad will come out! The steady voice revealed what he meant, and the older man's voice was not steady.

"Ahem, yes, yes, so drip, what do you mean?" A third male voice replied, seemingly with a semantic sense of self-abandonment.

Neither of the previous two answered directly, as if they were brewing something.