In the conference room of the Castle, Bottel's cold face occupies the entire screen, he is very good at attacking the heart and tactics, every time he attacks the Golden Harbor Harbor, he will call the "Commander of the Invading Army", threatening and intimidating but also offering good conditions, that is, he cannot make the young opponent submit, but it will always have some effect on some of the subordinates of the young imperial general whose character is not very firm, and over time, he can divide the will of the "invading army". Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As for Le Chen, he later simply blocked his message directly, but in recent days, Bottel has been unable to attack for a long time and has suffered heavy losses, and he has long been in the mood to call the "commander of the invading army" due to physical and mental exhaustion, but he doesn't want to, and today the other party took the initiative to call him.

In the command room of the battleship Buddy, Bottel looked coldly at the young general who looked only in his early twenties on the screen, this was an extremely ordinary face, and even, some traces of arrogance and arrogance were still there, and his eyes were a little gloomy. In the empire, many children of the nobility grew up in a completely unloved environment, even if they were brothers, they were all enemies to the death, so they gradually formed a very brutal character that often faced untouchables and slaves.

Judging from the information collected recently, the young man in front of him, who had just changed his name to Le Chen, also had the same life trajectory, and even had just experienced the bloody struggle between father and son and brother.

But it was such a wreck, and suddenly a powerful fleet was gathered, and it even captured the nest of the Red Shirt Free Army when the first uprising broke out, Golden Harbor Bay, which was once a holy place of special significance to every Red Shirt organization.

It's just that, with the decline of the first flag of the Red Shirts, all the forces that covet this port have returned, and the defense system of Golden Harbor Bay is daunting, so in recent centuries, all departments of the rising Red Shirts have been downplaying the significance of Golden Harbor, but it is not unthinkable that such an inexplicable little warlord was born out of thin air, and actually occupied Golden Harbor Bay in one fell swoop and obtained all the control of the Golden Harbor Defense System。

Could it be that the ancestor of the young general in front of him, his Long family, and the ancestor family who founded the Red Shirt Army?

For the past few days, Bottel has been thinking about this question.

Now, the young man called him suddenly, which surprised him, but he still endured it, and it took a few minutes before he was connected, and at this moment he looked at the young man coldly, and Bottel had many questions in his heart, but he remained silent and just waited for the other party to speak.

"General Bottel, I think we should make peace. The young man smiled, as if he were facing an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

"Oh?" Bottel was stunned, but only replied lightly.

"You should know that with these hundreds of small ships besieging the city now, you can't take the Golden Harbor Bay, if you want to consume resources, I still consume enough to annihilate all your fleets, for this small spaceport, it is worth it to make your redshirts hurt your muscles and bones?" The young man smiled, and whispered as if talking to himself, "What's more, even if you send a new fleet, before I run away, I will activate the self-destruction program of the defense system, and then this airspace will be left without a single grass, what can you get?"

The corners of Bottel's mouth twitched, he didn't doubt too much that the young man in front of him would dare to do this, and the tens of millions of lives in Jingangwan were used as a burial companion for the fall, which seemed to be very in line with the dark heart formed by the young man in front of him during his growth.

"So, shall we make peace?" the young man's smile was bright, but a chill rose in Bottel's heart.

"I'm going to sell the highest code of this spaceport, including the defense system, and the highest price will be paid!" the young man said, took a thick black cigar from the side, sniffed deeply, shook his head, and said, "There are some things that I can't enjoy......" sighed and threw the cigar aside.

In fact, the so-called sale of the spaceport, Botel understands, is the sale of the spaceport's defense system, it seems that this young man has not many hole cards, is finally going to give up?

"You have all seen its power, General Bottel, not only you, but all the rebel organizations I have sent a message, give you ten days, and I will sell at the price!" the young man laughed, and then, the light screen turned into a snowflake.

Bottel let out a long breath, he slowly leaned back in his chair, his face was cloudy, and suddenly turned around: "What do you think?"

In the cabin, there is a man in a black robe who looks like a monk standing in a shadowy corner, his hood completely covering his face, making him look a little erratic, if you don't look closely, you can't see his existence at all, in the Empire, such ascetics are usually implanted since childhood to make them suffer cruel torture all the time, and they often get some extremely strange talents, such as the Pegasus Star Sky's crime prevention system, those who can foresee the future picture, as is the case.

"He's not an honest man. "The cultivator in the shadows had an extremely hoarse voice, as if his vocal cords had been severely injured.

"yes, I also think this guy doesn't know what kind of conspiracy he's doing. Bottel picked up the red wine beside him and took a sip slowly, his face thoughtful.

"What is his background, you say?" asked Bottel, leisurely.

But there was no sound in the shadows, and it was clear that the ascetic would not respond to the lack of a definite answer.

"On the surface, he is a small warlord leader, and he has just experienced the great changes in his family, but he suddenly has a powerful fleet, with seemingly inexhaustible resources, and has obtained the supreme command of the defense system of the Golden Harbor, what the hell is this guy?" Bottle muttered to himself with a frown.

"Behind him, is there a big man of the Empire?" Bottel shook suddenly, and the wine glass in his hand trembled, and the red liquid swirled in the wine glass, and a drop splashed out, landed on the silver floor, and then disappeared.

"Wisdom Brain, help me check the recent movements of the Empire, focusing on the fleets of the border guards of the adjacent three Star Empires!" Bottel commanded loudly, and then lowered his wine glass, receiving the information from the chaotic light brain.

Half an hour later, his face changed suddenly. (To be continued.) )