Owen took away all the non-commissioned officers, but participated in the team competition in person, not because he wanted to help out of conscience, but because he wanted to witness how Yulia and Ye Wentian lost and died, and of course there were some other purposes. But he never dreamed that his death would come so quickly, let alone that it was a high-ranking soldier who killed him, and by such inferior means.

There is never a distinction between high and low in killing, and for Ip Mantian, efficiency is the most important thing.

Owen's neck was torn off, his head spun one hundred and eighty degrees and twisted to the ground, his eyes were round, and his eyes were still frozen in disbelief.

"How dare you kill him!" Yulia covered her mouth and exclaimed, although she also hated Owen, but she never dared to think of killing him, after all, the military regulations are strict, how can there be a matter of subordinates attacking and killing superiors? This is equivalent to rebellion, and it is punishable by capital punishment! Even the hot-tempered Scott, if he was not in a hurry, would not have risked killing Owen by killing the net, but Ye Wentian, a senior soldier, did so, and did it calmly, as if he had just pinched an ant to death.

At this time, there were only two living people and one dead person in the dilapidated room, Ye Wentian clapped his hands, blinked his eyes and smiled evilly: "Who said that I killed it? Who saw it? Did you see it?"

Yulia was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shook her head again and again: "No, I didn't see it, when we found Captain Owen, he had already turned into a corpse, it must have been done by the enemy, alas, he died before he left the division, we will definitely help him get this account back!"

Ye Wentian smiled: "Well, you reacted quickly, didn't you look forward to him returning to the West for a long time?"

"Who said that? I am really saddened by the death of Captain Owen, really! To express my grief, you close your eyes and open them three seconds later. Yulia had the slightest sadness on her face, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

Ye Wentian closed his eyes for some reason, and opened them after three seconds of silence in his heart, and then, his eyes widened suddenly, and a nosebleed snorted out.

"Alright, welfare time is over, let's get down to business. Yulia closed the placket and began to button them one by one, her face grim as if nothing had happened.

"Huh, you're ruthless!give, I think you'd better put it on!" Ye Wentian wiped off the nosebleed casually, took out the underwear that Yulia had given him before from his pocket and handed it over.

Yulia straightened her collar and said, "Senior Private Ye Wentian, please be strict, I order you as a second lieutenant to put away this dress, well, it's actually too hot, and it's easy to sweat when you wear it." He laughed first.

"Hmph, when I finish the challenge, when I become your superior, I'll order you to wear it. Ye Wentian put his underwear back in his pocket.

"You're not going to do that. Yulia pushed her glasses.

"I will order you to wear it in front of me!" Ye Wentian suppressed the boiling blood qi.

Yulia pushed her glasses again and said, "I'm still looking forward to this." ”

The joke ended, and the two began to discuss, although Yulia was a second lieutenant, Ye Wentian had the Black Dragon Badge and was now the supreme commander of the Seventh Army. Ip Mantian's tactics were very simple, Yulia led all the high-ranking soldiers and private to stick to the camp, while he was single-handedly responsible for snatching the military flag, this plan seemed crazy, but in fact it was a master of the arts, Yulia did not object to this.

"Alright, the only question now is whether you can hold the flag, after all, the flag cannot be moved by your own side. Ye Wentian said solemnly, this is indeed a problem, Yulia's level is only forty-five, according to her age, it is too ordinary and ordinary, and each army of the enemy has two captains of about fifty levels and thirty non-commissioned officers!

"I'll do my best, as long as they don't rip off my clothes, I will definitely resist to the end!" Yulia pushed her glasses helplessly, and asked her to lead fifty high-ranking soldiers and five hundred privates to resist the enemy army, which was indeed a bit too harsh.

This is a team competition that does not care about life and death, has no rules, and only seeks victory, if the camp of the Seventh Army is besieged, the result can be imagined, with Yulia's close to the best posture, once the Seventh Army is taken away from the military flag, she will definitely be one of the trophies.

"What are your martial arts and spiritual skills, show me. Ip Mantian began to think about countermeasures.

Yulia sighed a little dejectedly, the fiery red spirit flame rose forty-five inches, and the yellow, blue, blue, and purple four spirit rings rose from under her feet, and a red phantom appeared from behind her, the phantom was not human, non-weapon, non-beast, non-plant, and it was constantly changing shapes, most of the shapes were vague, only one was very clear, it was the spiritual energy cannon of the martial spirit world.

"Demon Martial Spirit!" Ye Wentian was shocked, Yulia was twenty-four years old, but her cultivation was only forty-five levels, this kind of speed and genius could not be linked at all, he thought that her martial spirit was very ordinary, but he didn't expect it to be a rare demon martial spirit, and it was an unprecedentedly humanoid demon martial spirit.

Yulia pushed her glasses, and with a casual move, the rapidly deformed red phantom floated over, and her tone was obviously helpless: "When I awakened the martial spirit, I was regarded as a waste martial spirit, and my cultivation speed was extremely slow, and I was disappointed and admitted, and then followed the marshal, she told me that my martial spirit is a rare demon martial spirit, called the 'king of artillery', the more types of artillery that are manipulated and fused, the stronger the cultivation will be, but this world is respected for spiritual skills, and there is only one kind of spiritual cannon in artillery so far, so I have only fused spiritual cannons." ”

Oh no, I'm so excited, you go on, explain to me the attributes of the Demon Martial Spirit, the king of artillery, you must explain it clearly. Ye Wentian suppressed his surging excitement and stared at Yulia with blazing eyes.

Yulia didn't understand why Ye Wentian was suddenly so excited, her pretty face flushed slightly, she pushed her glasses and continued: "Attributes? Well, it seems that you can absorb fusion artillery weapons without restrictions, and as long as they are fused, they can be automatically repaired and never damaged, but where are there so many artillery pieces for me to fuse?Ah, what ......are you doing?"

Before she finished speaking, Ye Wentian suddenly rushed over and picked her up, cheering and turning in a circle. Kirunga and Baras, who were guarding the door, were alarmed by the sound, crept in, and shrank back in jealousy.

"Let me go, did you take the wrong medicine?" Yulia was overwhelmed by Ip Mantian's sudden move, she could be very bold to give Ip Mantian benefits, but now she has become shy and shy.

Ye Wentian put Yulia down and said excitedly: "Your martial spirit is simply too rebellious, it is not a waste martial spirit at all! God is destined for you to meet me, I am your savior, hahaha." ”

Yulia straightened her shirt, stuffed back the half of the arc that had been squeezed out just now, straightened her crooked eyes again, and said angrily: "What crazy are you talking about, you have the ability to find me all kinds of artillery!"