Under the high-speed movement, the command car inevitably jolted violently, and the fat on the generalissimo's body constantly collided with the car wall and even the instruments as a result of long-term crazy indulgence, which made Diaste's ability degraded, and it was not much stronger than the lowest ability. The long journey made his stomach churn to squeeze out the dry paraffin-tasting dry military rations. The collision with the four walls and instruments also made his whole body ache, and the pain was like his flesh cracking.

Diaste cursed the imaginary qiē as he stared at the big screen in front of him, grabbing the cup of piping hot chocolate in his hand from time to time and taking a sip to suppress his stomach, which was always unsettled. He wears a special helmet linked to a microchip implanted in his brain, allowing him to deliver instructions down to the level of each squad without having to use his hands.

The speeding command vehicle was surrounded by hundreds of combat vehicles of various types, from tracked main combat vehicles to heavy-duty off-road trailers towing huge combat robots, forming a torrent of steel and rolling forward. It's a rare spectacle in turbulent times, with all the armed homeless people they see scurrying with their heads in their hands, and the stray bullets flying overhead constantly remind them that slow down is not fun. On either side of the steel torrent, more than a dozen wheeled high-speed off-road vehicles galloped at a gallop, dragging billowing smoke and dust behind them, and two large-caliber cannons on the roof roared from time to time, tearing apart a single creature in sight. And those who were unfortunate enough to appear in the way of the convoy were either shot down by bullets or crushed to death by the tracks.

This is a huge mobile force, and the dense firepower and up to twenty first-level commanders are a force that no one can underestimate. Even in the Bloody Council, even General Ludendorff's direct forces would not choose to confront this force head-on. However, Diaste did not throw this force, which could determine the outcome of the regional battlefield, into the Eastern Front, but rushed to the west to support the detachments on the Western Front, which had been set out for a long time.

Although Diaste lost his strength, he was not stupid, but rather a rather clever military strategist. The bloody council embroiled in civil war looks superficially weak on the Eastern Front, and a ferocious assault can tear through this line, but the question is, what about after the breakthrough? Diaste didn't believe that the high-level abilities of the Bloody Council would sit idly by and watch this force penetrate into the hinterland. And the West, although desolate, has no formed forces and will not encounter much resistance. Moreover, after crossing the Great Lakes, the forward forces had discovered a relatively prosperous and developed area, which was said to be composed of three large cities with a large population and a well-developed industrial system.

Population, industry! That's the key word for Diaste. And this force doesn't seem to have real high-end capabilities!

Diaste constantly sent a detachment-level force to the Western Front, gradually increasing the pressure on this force in order to test its strength and bottom line. But the temptation had not yet yielded real results, and despite the fact that the real main force was still producing in the factory, he could not wait to lead the already produced troops to the western district. He didn't have that much time to wait for the production of the troops to be completed, and although the training commander was very capable, the brain generated from the cultivation tank and the knowledge directly burned into it could not be compared with real wisdom and experience after all.

For example, such a small battle on the Western Front can be messed up by the commander of the cultivator. Diaste called up a video.

The picture was blurry, still shaking violently, and the background sound was full of violent explosions. Flames and smoke filled the air, and off-road combat vehicles and armored personnel carriers could be seen speeding back and forth, while trained soldiers were constantly firing. An off-road vehicle suddenly burst out of smoke, the front of the car suddenly detached from the rear, rolled a few times and began to explode violently, while the rear body flew into the sky. The front and rear body separation cuts are straight and smooth, as if they had been cut.

A slender figure rushed out of the smoke with wind and fire all over his body, like a cheetah rushing to the middle of a group of cultivator warriors, and then a circle of sword light was as bright as lightning, suddenly sweeping over the bodies of many cultivators!

A flash of the knife did not stop at all, and in a few vertical leaps she reached the center of the picture, leaping high, and the amazing long knife was raised above her head! At this moment, she froze in the air for a moment, as if the picture was frozen here. The next moment, the snow-white sword light fell like a waterfall, and the picture was covered with snowflakes, and then there was complete darkness.

I don't know how many times I've watched this short video, and every time I watch it, the strong visual impact still keeps him breathing for a long time. After a long time, he exhaled heavily, feeling a little dizzy, so he took another big sip of chocolate to replenish his body.

The picture begins to rewind slowly, stopping at the moment when she strides and bows, swinging her knife and sweeping. Looking at those firm eyes, short burning chestnut hair, and body full of strength and curvy beauty, Diaste's face slowly flushed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "This is a!" ”

It was this girl who systematically wiped out seven westward squads, and the scattered soldiers didn't know how many they were killed by her. The latest analysis of the number shows that she is nothing more than a sixth-order ability, and it is the result of improving in battle. However, nearly ten first-level commanders died at her hands, and no less than thirty second-level commanders with the same ability as her died.

She and her long knife have become a symbol of death.

Diaste had seen dozens of her videos, but she couldn't figure out why so many troops were destroyed at her hands. Her knife technique is simple and refined, and it only takes a few strokes back and forth, but it is unstoppable. She is not a body of steel, she can be tired and injured, but whenever she is in a desperate situation, her slender body always bursts with great power, slashing the last enemy under the sword.

Perhaps Pandora would have known the secrets of her sword skills or abilities, but Diaste would rather die with 10,000 cultivators than beg her. When Pandora cut off her mother's head with her own hands, she was no longer his daughter, and he never wanted to be her father again.

Diaste rushed to the Western Front in a hurry, hoping to catch her with his own hands before the deadline came, to catch this woman who had made him think about it day and night, and to pour out the last flame of his life on her. When the Last Judgment Day came, he knew that his life too would end.

A little red light suddenly lit up in the corner of the screen, which caught Diaste's attention. This was the alarm for the attack on the branch troops, and he opened the strategic map and immediately found that the location of the alarm appeared at the forefront of the Western Front. Diaste immediately zoomed in on the map, and the cursor representing the individual combat units was displayed, even the cultivated warriors. With just one glance, Diaste knew that this was a standard combat squad. And from the speed and manner of the different cursors extinguished, he immediately knew that it was her again!

But this time it's not that simple. Diastre glanced at the battlefield environment and the distribution of troops again, and immediately grinned.

The battle squad is struggling to resist her attack, and after a few more ten minutes of support, the entire army will be wiped out. And yet a few kilometers away, a whole squadron of fighters was approaching at full speed! They are like a pair of iron pincers, pinching them towards the target in the middle. The three forces** have five first-level commanders and more than 40 second- and third-level commanders, which is a much higher proportion than the normal staffing. Such a force has formed an absolute suppression for her.

Diaste zoomed out the map and showed all the troops in the surrounding area, and immediately found that the first and second level commanders of the surrounding forces were all evacuated, and only a few third-level commanders were holding up. It turned out that the squad in front of the assault was actually a decoy.

Diaste once again called up the list of command authority, and found that all the authority of all troops in this area was temporarily concentrated in the hands of a first-level commander, and it was he who set the tactic of luring the enemy and concentrating high-end combat forces to encircle and annihilate the enemy, and it seemed to be working.

Who said that cultivating people are fools with high intelligence? At least this conductor is the exception. The smile on Diaste's face froze and he fell into deep thought. He was seriously pondering whether he needed to make this first-level commander disappear permanently. It is enough for the Calamity Scorpion to have one brain for him, and there is no need for a second one.

At this time, the two sides who sacrificed their lives and fought to the death on the battlefield did not know that in the dark, there were already a pair of gloomy eyes staring at them.

Leigh folded her hands under her ribs, the blade of her long knife pointing straight ahead. She suddenly shouted, and in a few big steps, she was already at full speed, and rushed towards a wheeled chariot head-on! The muzzle of the cannon stretched out in front of the chariot was aimed squarely at her, and she could even faintly feel a little flash of the shell warhead through the muzzle! The gunner in the chariot looked at the scope in disbelief, the crossscope was just right on Leigh's eyebrows, and he pressed the gun button before he could even think about it!

A ball of flame erupted from the muzzle of the cannon, but Liz had risen lightly into the air, passing the chariot from above. And that two-meter-long knife has been completely inserted into the barrel of the main gun at this moment!

The chariot shook for a moment, and then the turret spewed out a few wisps of flames, and the roof was blown open with a thud, spinning and rushing dozens of meters into the air.

Rei rolled in the air continuously, and by the time she landed, she had turned around. She exerted her strength again, like a swift cheetah running, and in an instant rushed to the flaming chariot, reached out and grabbed the handle of the long knife exposed outside the barrel, and pulled the long knife out with the help of the momentum.

Li landed, turned around, stood still, held the knife in both hands, the blade slanted to the ground, and stared coldly at the enemy dozens of times his size. There was wind, fire, scorched earth and blood on the battlefield, and her short hair was like blood and fire.

A field of large-caliber bullets whistled in, sending dust to the ground. Rei was no longer there, but a wisp of blood bloomed in the air. It wasn't until she cut down a few cultivator soldiers that Rei realized that she had another wound on her waist. Without even bandaging, she rolled a few times, dodged a few strings of bullets and rushed towards an armored infantry fighting vehicle.

She had a vague feeling that this small group of Calamity Scorpions was particularly difficult.

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