With iron and blood all his life, General Duan reluctantly pinned his hopes on others. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For the first time, he felt his weakness.

Zhao Jiayan looked at the real-time picture transmitted, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face

Inside his body, his mind and Tai Chi heart are constantly in constant communication.

The Tai Chi heart can transmit such a magical thing as the divine pattern, and it may be able to accomplish this impossible thing.

After watching the video for about a minute, Tai Chi Heart began to put forward one demand after another. It's just that these needs are for a certain purpose, which requires Zhao Jiayan to convert them into words that modern people can understand according to the existing situation.

"Send over all the parameters of all the weapons and equipment of the army now." Zhao Jiayan spoke.

Liu Yan'er quickly converted Zhao Jiayan's words into text and transmitted them.

After receiving the equipment data, Zhao Jiayan issued its request for Tai Chi Heart.

"Give me the command of all the troops."

General Duan watched his troops retreat helplessly to the last line of defense, and he closed his eyes in pain, it was time to make a decision.

"I command ......"

"Commander, Zhao Wen has called."

Commander Cang was not angry that his words were interrupted by the staff officer, he stepped in front of the computer and scanned the content on the screen with ten lines at a glance.

"May I ask Mr. Zhao, if the command of the troops is handed over, can you let the troops hold out for another two hours?"

"I'll get back to you in a minute." The other party replied.

"I'll just wait a minute."

This minute was not used to think about whether the troops could be able to hold for another hour, but Zhao Jiayan needed to provide equipment assistance for the command of Tai Chi Heart.

Liu Yan'er quickly responded to Brother Yan's request, bringing the warrior's holographic helmet and a network cable connected to the server.

When she entered the restaurant again, she found Zhao Jiayan sitting on a chair in the restaurant with her eyes closed, one hand on her left chest. On the table in front of him was his laptop.

Brother Yan glanced at her when she came in, and his eyes were full of a kind of Cangsang deposited by the years.

At that moment, her body froze, as if she had seen an ancient god, and she felt the urge to bow and worship.

With this inexplicable impulse, Liu Yan'er put the helmet and network cable on the table.

Brother Yan smiled at her, and then all the strange feelings disappeared, and it was the young man who made her heart flutter in front of her.

Zhao Jiayan blinked, and in the time of this minute, the Tai Chi heart in his brain showed all the weapons and equipment one by one, and corresponded to the weapons in the video.

That's not all, the simulated use of various weapons is also here.

This is nothing, the most important thing is that after practicing the use of rifles, machine guns, various guns, and various aircraft, Tai Chi Heart began to simulate the current battlefield situation.

One, two, three ......, I don't know how many drills have passed. Zhao Jiayan is like going through countless years of war.

The artillery fire, flesh and blood, and brutal war have made an unusual purification of the whole person's body and mind.

The heart beat at a rate of 180, and the violent beating made him cover his chest to prevent his heart from beating out of his chest.

Eventually, an optimal solution came to mind.

At this time, Liu Yan'er came in, he took a look, and all the pictures in his mind were fixed on Liu Yan'er's body.

A perfect female body slowly rotated in his brain, especially a scorpion tattooed on the tail vertebrae of the human body made his heart move.

"Ugh."

Zhao Jiayan's eyes retracted, and his heart was excited and depressed.

He could feel that being was giggling somewhere, his sensitivity to the female body.

"If you are forced to be an otaku for three years and you can't get close to women, you are not much better than me when you see a beautiful girl in front of you without clothes."

Zhao Jiayan vomited in his heart, reached out and picked up the helmet strap on his head.

The picture of Liu Yan'er in her mind disappeared in reluctance, and was replaced by an anatomical diagram of the helmet. One by one, the elements were removed from the helmet image and disappeared, and in an instant, the helmet's image returned to normal.

"It's time to go."

Zhao Jiayan took off the helmet and handed it to Liu Yan'er, who had not yet woken up from the piety just now.

"Put it on."

"Huh? Oh. ”

Liu Yan'er picked up the helmet and put it on her head.

It was pitch black.

"Have you seen the movie 'Ender's Game'?" Brother Yan's question came.

"Yes."

"Heh, then look at how this film compares to that one."

"What film?"

Liu Yan'er asked suspiciously.

"It's going to start right away."

Zhao Jiayan chuckled, holding the crystal head of the network cable in the palm of his hand with his left hand, and holding the drawing knife with his right hand.

The knife stabbed lightly into the screen of the laptop on the table, reaching the handle.

Closing his eyes, a live video appeared in his mind.

"Let's go." In Brother Yan's soft shout, a point of light appeared in front of Liu Yan'er's eyes, and the point of light slowly expanded, becoming an ancient old man barefoot and dressed in sackcloth.

The old man glanced at her with Cangsang's eyes, and then called out again, and then darkness returned to her eyes.

"Call me an apprentice?" Liu Yan'er asked softly.

No one answered her questions.

General Duan counted the hands of his watch, and at the 59-second mark, he received a long-awaited reply.

"Now it has the full command of the Modu Military Region. The goal of this battle - to hold out for four hours, casualties within 10%. ”

General Duan's face froze, what does it mean to have it?

Soon he understood what it meant to have it.

Suddenly a picture of the battlefield appeared on his computer screen, and blood-red grids divided the entire screen into sixty units. On each unit, it is named after the sexagenary branch.

Computer poisoning or hacking? General Duan frowned, how could such a picture appear at this time?

Before he could lash out at the technician's incompetence, he found that his last line of defense was abandoning their positions, retreating against his orders, allowing the zombies to approach the still crowded civilians at the bottom of the grid.

General Duan drew his pistol and retreated at this time, and he was going to personally shoot a few people.

Staff Officer Zeng's face was pale, and it was useless for General Duan's fiery temper to come. But he still stretched out his hand to stop General Duan and blocked the muzzle of the gun with his chest.

"General, please take a look at the computer."

General Duan's fingers swiped across the board machine, and then he turned his head to look at the screen.

"I'm Zhao Wen, and now I'm in command of this battle."

Zhao Jiayan's face appeared on the screen, and his face was a little helpless.

In Zhao Jiayan's mind, in addition to the grid-like holographic images of the battlefield. There are also many small pictures, one of which is the face of General Duan Tieqing.

Reluctantly explaining, his attention was on the battlefield.

Unbeknownst to him, his countenance had been leaked out of the presence.

All the people in front of the computer, General Liu, General Duan, commanders of other military regions, army technicians, and people of all walks of life who are now having display terminals, including An Ji and Dean Bai.

Everyone saw his true face, and heard him calmly and domineeringly announce that he had taken over the supreme command of the Demon Capital Battlefield.

Ann stroked his head and stopped the Institute's attempts to regain control.

On the computer screen in front of him, only on his computer, there are two photos of Zhao Jiayan, one is extremely thin as a skeleton, and the other is a handsome guy now.