"Hehe, there are so many people." Pugachev appeared in the square, saw Tang Zheng, waved hello, and walked over.

It is worthy of being a character from the top ten teams, with a rather flamboyant personality, and he didn't see a worried look at all, of course, this is also Pugachev's strategy, which draws the attention of others to the Warhammer team, after all, there are many people on the other side, and they will share the sight that falls on him.

"Who are you?" Li Huiwen stood up, stopped Pugachev, and put on a posture of maintaining Tang Zheng's safety.

"Don't worry, beauty, I'm a friend from afar!" Pugachev raised his hands and signaled that there was no hostility.

This handsome Soviet man was tall, wearing a brown flight jacket, black hair, slightly white skin, and seemed to be of mixed race, very handsome.

Seeing Dong Zixuan's suspicious gaze, Pugachev smiled at her, and made a V-shaped gesture, but there was a burst of vigilance in his heart, there are so many conquerors in this team, and with his eyesight, he naturally saw that there were no newcomers mixed in.

The reason why the Trojan Horse team in the square paid more attention to Tang Zheng and the others was because they were too numerous, after all, this also proved that the strength of the Warhammer team should not be underestimated.

"What does it mean that your muscles are tight? Could it be that you are nervous and guarding against us? "Tantai counterattacked," Or did you do something to hide everyone's misfortunes? ”

The eyes of the surroundings returned to Pugachev again, almost to see him through.

"I know him, it's Pugachev, the prince of air combat in Moscow's team of unbelieving tears, the strongest air combat dreadnought in the all-Trojan world." A young man shouted. Quite surprised.

"You mean the guy who was ashamed to say, 'The sky is my hallway'?"

"What do you care about him? Pugachev is here, which means that the king of war is also here! ”

As a brown-haired conqueror uttered the nickname of the Lord of War, a loud gasp erupted in the square, as if it was about to drain the air from all around it, and then fell completely silent, even a heartbeat could be heard.

The conquerors watched left and right. Wait for that legendary uncle to log in!

Without warning, a slender leg wrapped in boots and military pants sticks out of the air, and then Natasha appears. His hands were in the pockets of his coat, and his silver hair was dancing lightly, as if he had a cold snap from Siberia.

"He is the lieutenant of the Lord of War. Known as one of the most beautiful women in the Trojan world! ”

"I've heard that her ability is that of a battlefield dancer, and she is the best commander, and so far, the win rate has remained above 90%!"

"And where did the remaining ten percent go? Since it's not a steady win, it means that she is not the strongest! ”

"Idiot, the remaining ten percent, naturally, is a draw, because her opponent is the deputy head of the LA Night Saints squad, the Lakeside Traveler nicknamed Emily."

"I haven't heard of it."

"How lonely are you? Have you heard of the Smiling Witch? ”

"Of course I've heard of it, isn't it the person who claims to be the strongest team battle commander and the second person on the list who doesn't want to fight the least? Wait, you're talking about her? ”

No wonder the conquerors wondered. These powerhouses have left too little information, only a few words, but all of them show their strength.

"Look, someone is coming out again!"

The six captains stepped out of the air, their cold gazes swept around. Behind them were more than fifty members of the group, each of whom had the strength of the third order of explosive seeds.

The guys were dressed in retro fashion, all in World War II Soviet-style military uniforms, with high boots, over-the-knee military coats, and boat-shaped hats.

They carried AK74 assault rifles made of oak on their backs. The bullet belt on his waist is bulging, and he has a grenade with a wooden handle, and his face is wrenched, which makes him look military and murderous.

The whispering chatter immediately disappeared without a trace, and the momentum of the entire square was suppressed by them.

"The blood god is so powerful, my Bismarck battleship has exploded again!" The Lord of War walked out, although the flagship was down, but there was no expression of frustration at all, listening to the tone, he was completely ridiculing his subordinates.

No one answered, but everyone's faces showed deep concern, and they were very grateful to the head of the regiment.

"Damn, the watch is restricted again?" The uncle tried to get vodka, but failed, and immediately spit out a complaint very quickly.

"Comrade General, there were zero casualties in this battle, and the Warhammer World was successfully evacuated." Natasha saluted and reported the results.

The strength of the blood god, even if Moscow does not believe in tears, it will not be able to fight against it, and it is already the limit to flee without attrition, as for the three battleships, that thing can manifest many ships as long as the king of war is willing.

"Adjutant, can I go get some vodka? I'm thirsty. The uncle scratched his hair, and then he had time to look around, "So many people? Is there going to be a bonfire? ”

No one answered, and all eyes in the square were focused on this Russian uncle, who was Vasily? Ivanovic? Suvorov, nicknamed the Lord of War and one of the seven seeds, is a legend.

Uncle has a stubble beard, and he always has a bold smile on his face, he wears a military hat of a World War II airborne soldier, and he is wearing a blue and white striped sea soul shirt, which is a little old, stained with some mashed potatoes and jam, and even some wine stains.

After being rejected by Natasha, the uncle didn't care, but secretly took out a silver iron kettle from his pocket, unscrewed it, and took a sip of it.

"Luckily, I was prepared." The uncle snorted, took out his handmade pipe from old oak, and stuffed some tobacco leaves.

More than nearly two meters and twenty meters tall, and it seems that all of them are piled up with muscles, Crazy Ivan is in front of the gas, well-behaved like a child.

"General!" Ivan snapped his fingers, a flame came out of his fingertips, and helped Vasily light his pipe, he was in awe of his uncle and treated him like a father.

"How many times have I said that tobacco leaves lit with matches are good for smoking." Vasily handed the pipe to Ivan, "Would you like a puff?" ”

"Hmm!" Like a child who has been rewarded, Ivan carefully took the pipe, took a puff, and bowed it back respectfully.

"Okay, stop watching, just do what you have to do." Vasily spit out a mouthful of eye circles and said with a smile, "If you have a chance to go to Moscow in the future, remember to go to the three-stringed tavern on the Arbat Art Street to find me, I will cook it myself and give everyone a 20% discount!" ”

"General, stop selling your tavern, your food is really unpalatable." The handsome blonde guy Zhukov quipped the uncle, "Let's let Aisha do it!" ”

"Stinky boy, if you want to hit Aisha again, I'll break your legs." The uncle took a sip of vodka, "I don't want my daughter to marry a playboy." ”

"I promise to love her only one!" Zhukov swore to God.

"Huh? I remember who came the day before yesterday and said that he would marry all five daughters of the general? "The short man nicknamed Stalin teased his friend.

"Shh The handsome blonde man quickly made a silent gesture, "You're going to kill me?" ”

"Everyone must go!" After the uncle finished speaking, he looked at Tang Zheng, "No way, there is a group of rabbit cubs to raise at home, and there is a lot of pressure." ”

His wife died early, and in addition to raising five daughters alone, Vasily also adopted the children of his subordinates who died in the war in Afghanistan and the Second Chechen War.

"Hello, I'm Tang Zheng, the leader of the Warhammer Team!" Tang Zheng was neither humble nor silent, the other party did not show hostility, and he naturally would not be hostile.

"These are your men? Very good! Vasily patted Tang Zheng's shoulder, and his eyes swept over the people in the platform.

As a veteran Trojan leader, Vasily has seen too many deceits, betrayals and abandonments, and there are only a handful of regiment leaders who can do Tang Zheng's step.

"Would you like a bite?" As a soldier, the uncle admired Tang Zheng quite much and handed out the wine jug.

Natasha's cold gaze was fixed on Tang Zheng, and Pugachev and his entourage were also stunned, you must know that the uncle's words mean that he agrees, after so many years, in addition to his own members, the survivors who have drunk his vodka are not satisfied with a slap.

"Thank you!" Tang Zheng took it and took a sip, his brows furrowed slightly, the degree was really high, it was no different from directly pouring alcohol.

"Hehe, young man, you should practice more!" Vasily hugged Tang Zheng's shoulders and asked as a matter of course, "How is it?" Did you find anything? What are you going to do? Take us along? ”

The conquistador's hearing is good, hearing this, his face was full of surprise, you are not welcome, and you don't consider the pressure of others, as the second team in the world, who dares to walk with you? It's no wonder if it's not eaten.

"No, it's safe to be with them."

A conqueror blurted out, and everyone suddenly realized, indeed, in this unknown environment, hugging a thick thigh greatly improves the chances of survival, and besides, the reputation of the Lord of War seems to be good, and there are no negative reviews.

"You see the number of their conquistadors, more than sixty, it's terrifying."

Only now it is noticeable that Moscow does not believe in the essence of tears, and the members of the heroic rank, more than twenty people.

"What's the fuss, the team of the Lord of War has always maintained the title of number one, and it is recognized as the team with the strongest team combat strength, absolute No.1!"

"My deputy regiment has already sent someone to investigate." Tang Zheng didn't rush to agree, looking at Natasha's strong character, he knew that once he cooperated, he would inevitably be the material for a thug, and if he wanted to get the right to speak, there was no door.

"General, watch your words." Natasha arranged for the top soldier team in charge of the 'Revolver' to investigate, walked up to the uncle, and stretched out her hand towards Tang Zheng, "Hello, I am the commander of the team, if you have any questions, you can negotiate with me." ”……)