"Take it!" The squadron leader took a few steps back and shouted at the power-armored warriors around him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Upon hearing the order, the power-armored warriors immediately pulled out their tactical/daggers, injected psionic energy, and stabbed at the iron slag. What they are waiting for is now, in the official name, using psionic weapons to kill each other.

Iron Slag had already seen through their thoughts, and immediately made a decision, gave up the pursuit of the squadron leader, turned around and rushed to the side, like an arrow from the string, the iron fist clenched, and with a "bang", a punch blasted away the first power armor warrior. Knocked his helmet into a dent, and the whole person rolled in mid-air.

At the same time, he kicked at the second power-armored warrior who raised his dagger and pounced on him. In the next second, I saw his "guard-grade" steel leggings made of super-density alloy, firmly kicking on the opponent's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the power armor warrior sprayed a mouthful of blood on the protective glass, like a big iron ball, rolling continuously on the ground, bringing up a large amount of ice slag.

In the blink of an eye, the iron slag hit two opponents hard. Although he couldn't defeat the Holy Rank, it was still very easy to deal with these little miscellaneous fish. Especially in this environment, the opponent cannot use heavy weapons such as rocket artillery and hand-held cannons, and if it is only in close combat, he can take down a large area.

Seeing his teammates being knocked away, the remaining power-armored warriors froze at the same time and hesitated for half a second.

Iron Slag didn't give them a chance to be in a daze, and after killing the two, they immediately went from the next one. I saw that his body was as fast as lightning, and the snow flew on the ground, and he flew the third power armor warrior head-on.

A power-armored warrior on the side recovered from his shock and stabbed the iron slag in the neck. But he saw the latter spin up, swept over with a punch, and immediately swept him with a knife, swept like a spinning windmill, and flew out. The remaining three power-armored warriors looked frightened, stopped one after another, and subconsciously gathered together.

Iron Slag squinted his eyes, paused slightly, arched his back, and suddenly shot out, spewing crimson flames from his back, and with a "raging" sound, it hit the three of them.

"Bang dang!"

Only a loud bang was heard, and the three of them staggered and fell in different directions like plastic bottles that had been knocked off by a bowling ball.

The squadron leader saw that the people of the Red Tiger Legion were instantly put down, and turned around and ran away with the soldiers. But he didn't run far when a strong gust of wind suddenly swept overhead, and then he was thrown to the ground and slapped over. His eyes suddenly went black, and he was beaten to the point that his eyes were full of stars, and his blood and teeth sprayed on the snow, which was shocking.

Iron Slag grabbed the squadron leader's collar, lifted it up, and said in a deep voice, "Listen, I'm Quinn of the Black Wolf Legion, and when I go back to inquire clearly, I'll come back to find our trouble." With that, he threw the squadron leader on the ground, jumped into the air, and flew towards the camp.

Two hours later, the squadron leader and the commander of the Red Tiger Regiment, wrapped in gauze, came to the command camp.

"Check me, what is the origin of that black wolf legion!" The squadron leader covered his swollen cheeks and yelled at the adjutant.

It didn't take long for the adjutant to pull up the information of the Black Wolf Mercenary Legion from the information database of Wind Sand Castle. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, so he said to the commander, "Captain, this legion is not simple. ”

"What's wrong?" The squadron leader frowned.

"They are in Desert Five, and there are two fortresses...... "The adjutant said.

"What's that?" The squadron leader said disdainfully, no matter how big the mercenary group is, it can't be bigger than the garrison under the World Council.

"No, that's not the key ......" the adjutant's voice trembled slightly, "one of their fortresses, called Hirano......"

"Hirano?" The squadron leader wondered.

"The fortress of the former Sakata Company." The adjutant explained.

The squadron leader pondered for a moment, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he shouted in a lost voice, "It turned out that they were the ones who wiped out Sequoia and Sakata overnight!" ”

"In addition, there is the Bellie Foundation, which is closely related to the Starlight Temple, and the Storm Fortress of Silver City 13." The adjutant added.

"Fuck me!" The squadron leader glared at the commander of the Red Tiger Regiment and scolded, "Are you full of straw in your head, you just offended such a person when you came, it's a long life!" ”

"I ......," the Red Tiger Leader said with a bitter face, "Boss, didn't you say that our family is a ......."

"Say no more!" Seeing that the commander of the Red Tiger Regiment said something leaky, the squadron leader hurriedly interrupted him, "Go find a boss for this little thing, and others will tell you to roll up and get out of the house immediately!" ”

"Then what should I do, the brothers were beaten like this?" The Red Tiger Leader asked.

"What else can I do, I have to endure it, what are you!" The squadron leader scolded.

"I don't care, I can't swallow this breath." The Red Tiger Regiment Leader gritted his teeth and said. They are all psykers who want to break away from the Far East and become the nobles of Silver City, so they think very highly of themselves. Before he became a nobleman, he already felt that his identity was different from ordinary people, and he was particularly noble. After suffering a loss, it is natural to regain face. They were born in the Far East and were deeply influenced by the culture of "face". But they don't know that the real Yincheng nobles regard face as nothing, and they can compromise at any time for the sake of interests. When encountering an invincible enemy, the first time you will choose to win over you is not to confront.

"It's your business that you can't swallow, don't come to me, get out!" The squadron leader roared. Although he is also a Far Easterner, he has been out for a long time and knows when to be strong and when to compromise. When encountering this kind of iron plate, it is best to avoid it and avoid conflicts. The opponent's diamond-level combat power alone was enough for him to have a headache, and God knows what else was hidden behind him. Forget about Sakata Industrial, if he can make a medium-sized company like Sequoia Company collapse in an instant, the strength is definitely not something he can afford to provoke. Even if there are big people in Bird City above him, it is impossible for him to act recklessly.

For those big people, interests always come first, and when the lesser of two evils is the less, he must sacrifice his small squadron leader first. What's more, they took the initiative to provoke the incident, and if those big people knew, they might be able to destroy him as soon as possible. When the ability of subordinates to cause trouble is greater than their ability to do things, in the eyes of the upper echelons, they are dross and waste, rotten meat that must be cut. When it comes to dealing with it, I am afraid that it will be more ferocious than the enemy, and there is no room for error.

"Big brother, what are you ......" Captain Chihu raised his head, looking a little sluggish.

Seeing that the former was yelled at by him, the squadron leader sighed and comforted, "Bear with it first, and then find a chance later." ”

"Big brother, our faces are all smashed, how will we mix in the future?" The Red Tiger Regiment Leader had a sad face. In his eyes, once he suffers a loss and can't get back, others will look down on him and disrespect him because of this. I have to say that this is the sorrow of the Far Easterners, who pay too much attention to superficial things, and they are the same. First impressions often determine their attitude, so many times, the appearance is more important than the inside. Because they don't have the patience and wisdom to understand a person and make judgments based on appearances alone, and to take them as truth.

For example, many Far Eastern businessmen prefer to borrow loans with high interest rates to buy luxury cars as a way to support their "façade". But in fact, except for Far Eastern merchants, other regional or high-end businessmen only pay attention to the transaction itself, and do not care what kind of car the other party drives or what the appearance is.

In fact, it is not that Far Eastern merchants lack wisdom, or that the philosophers and leaders of the Far East do not have wisdom, but that thousands of years of traditional customs are the result of problems. The bottom of the base, which has the largest base, has limited education, so they do not have enough wisdom to distinguish between the illusory appearance and the real inside.

This phenomenon of "face" starts from the bottom of society and gradually spreads and spreads to the middle and upper levels. Although many middle and high-level people have enough wisdom, they have to make concessions because of the overall environment, and use "appearances" to package themselves, so as to win the awe of the people at the bottom.

It's like two hours ago, as soon as the power-armored warrior entered the camp, he wanted to show his social status through strong intervention and "arrogant tone, and having the privilege of not having to queue up is equivalent to having a lot of face and superiority." As a result, Iron Slag did not give in and ignored the privileges of his strong man, so he felt that he had lost face, so he secretly accumulated strength, wanting to teach Iron Slag a lesson, so as to regain face, but in the end he was knocked half to death. After that, the Red Tiger Legion took a series of retaliatory actions, all in order to save face.

It was originally a very small thing, but they made more and more trouble, and everything was because of "face".

The face contains extreme vanity and the dark view that "what is not known is justice" can be said to be the tragedy of the Far East for thousands of years. Everyone lives under a false mask and thinks that the whole world is like this, which finally creates the status quo of their technological backwardness.

Because modern science must be rigorous, it must be "seeking truth from facts", and it cannot tolerate half of the falsehood, and it has nothing to do with face, but only with a sense of glory.

During the period dominated by the glorious flame, the Far East once developed in a good direction. People began to gradually abandon the "face for others" and pursue a "sense of self-pride" that came from the heart. But as soon as the flame of glory was extinguished, they began to regress again, and regarded "face" as a façade more important than anything else.

"Isn't the war just beginning?" The squadron leader said meaningfully.

The Red Tiger Leader was silent for a long time, and finally nodded and sighed, "Okay......"

On the other hand, after Iron Slag returned to the camp, he immediately contacted Zhao Wenke and asked him to find out the information of the Red Tiger Legion.

About half an hour later, a simple report was sent to Iron Slag's communicator.

[Red Tiger Legion, a mercenary legion of the Red Snake Clan in the Far East, has twenty-six psionic beings, generally second to third order, the head of the regiment Chi Yongbin, twenty-nine years old, active in the bottomless abyss all year round......]

After reading the report, Iron Slag forwarded it to Bi Tianye and dialed her voice, "If it's convenient, help me warn them, don't come to death." ”

"Are you sure?" Bi Tianye asked.

"Sure." Iron Slag said.

"Okay." Bi Tianye responded obediently.