Chapter 147 147: Total war begins!
The tallest building in Iowa.
Zhu Yue Dojo.
The tomb guards came one after another.
Tang Feng and Lu Hui arrived first and stepped side by side into the hall where Zhu Yue was. Their steps echoed in the spacious hall, making a dull and powerful sound.
The hall is brightly lit and resplendent.
The two of them knelt down on the ground almost at the same time, their movements uniform and without any hesitation.
"Your Majesty for your humble position!"
Zhu Li said calmly: "Get up."
After standing still, Tang Feng lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into Zhu Li's eyes. His voice was slightly trembling and he said: "Your Highness, if you do not perform well in your humble position, please punish me."
Zhu Li listened quietly, looking past Tang Feng into the distance, as if he was thinking about something.
After a moment, he slowly spoke: "To this world, we are indeed outsiders. We who do not belong to this era will always encounter various difficulties, and it is reasonable to be a little bit naive. ”
< br>After hearing these words, Tang Feng pursed his lips and remained silent for a while before saying in a deep voice: "Thank you, Your Highness."
After a while, a rush of footsteps broke the tranquility in the hall, and Geng was seen. Qing Feng came in a hurry.
When he saw Zhu Yue, he knelt down on the ground without hesitation, like pushing a mountain of gold over a jade pillar. His voice was loud and full of respect: "I see your highness for your humble position!"
Zhu Li's eyes fell on Geng Qing, and the golden light flashed in his eyes.
He was keenly aware that Geng Qing's whole body was filled with a unique energy. It was a blood-colored energy, as if it was condensed with strong killing intent.
This Qi breath, like substance, can almost be seen. It lingers around Geng Qing's body, forming blurred red outlines.
This bloody Qi is not only strong, but also full of violence and wildness.
It is like a soldier who has just returned from the battlefield, with the smell of gunpowder smoke still lingering on his body. It is the smell of iron blood and gunpowder smoke.
Geng Qing enjoyed this operation.
Zhu Li smiled slightly and asked: "Have you had a good time, Captain Geng?"
Geng Qing grinned, showing his white teeth, and his eyes flashed with excitement: "Your Highness, I am humble. Kill quickly, too It's great!"
Zhu Yue nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Get up, Colonel Geng."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Geng Qing stood up. The Qi and blood in it made a gurgling sound.
This time he absorbed too much blood, and the blood spirit refined his body to further his cultivation.
Geng Qing stood next to Tang Feng and laughed in a low voice:
"Thank you, Brother Tang. I went to the rear of Forte and made a big fuss, refining all the people there. It has melted and absorbed a lot of blood spirits.”
“Colonel Geng is joking,” Tang Feng said with a wry smile, “This is Captain Geng’s bravery.”
’What the hell, Tang. Brother, the command is good. Geng Qing gave him a thumbs up.
Tang Feng was speechless.
This guy really has no brains. Don’t you know that it would be embarrassing for him to fail in his mission?
I still say these words now.
At this moment, a cry came from outside the sky. The sound was sharp and long, as if it penetrated the clouds and reached people's hearts.
Tang Mi blinked his eyes, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked softly: "This is it?"
It should be some kind of bird blood slave.
It’s just that there are no bird blood slaves outside now, and they will also attack His Highness’s dojo.
Isn’t this courting death?
The corners of Zhu Li's mouth raised slightly, revealing a gentle smile. He said slowly: "It should be the little guy Ying'er who is back."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light flashed. Appearing at the door of the dojo with a cold expression.
The sword light was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, with fierce momentum and endless edge.
As the sword light dissipated, a figure walked in. His steps were steady and powerful. Every step seemed to step on people's hearts, making people feel palpitations involuntarily.
This man was wearing black attire, his figure was as tall as a sword, and his face was cold and resolute.
A long sword hung on his waist, and the scabbard was engraved with exquisite patterns, which looked simple and elegant.
Besides is a girl, she is Chen Duo.
Chen Duo is wearing a pink dress, with long hair shawl, and a delicate and agile face.
Liu Yijian stepped forward quickly upon hearing the sound.
When he walked up to Zhu Yue, he knelt down without hesitation and lowered his head deeply: "I have seen your highness in this humble position, and the princess is back."
Zhu Yue looked at it. Liu Yijian, who was kneeling on the ground, had a gentle light flashing in his eyes.
He waved his hand gently and said in a calm tone: "Get up, no need to be polite."
Zhu Li still liked this talented swordsman from the Ming Dynasty.
Among them, Lu Hui has the highest talent, while Liu Yijian has the clearest mind. He practices swordsmanship just for the sword.
Among the tomb guards, he was the only one with such a simple mind.
Everyone knows the spirit of Foolish Old Man who moved mountains, but it is difficult to do it.
What Wang Yangming focused on was the unity of knowledge and action, and Liu Yijian achieved it.
Therefore, Zhu Yue's attitude toward him was relatively gentle, and he did not serve as a guard like other tomb guards.
At this time, Chen Duo walked directly to Zhu Yue, her steps were light and lively, like a cheerful bird.
When she came to Zhu Li, she shouted softly: "Grandpa, why are you here?"
Zhu Li looked at Chen Duo with a hint of pampering and affection in his eyes. Love.
He stretched out his hand, gently touched Chen Duo's head, and said softly: "Things here have been entangled for too long, I will end it."
Tang Feng looked stunned.
Is this a nod to him?
“Oh, I understand.” Chen Duo said.
"It actually has nothing to do with you here, you can continue to play." Zhu Yue said.
Chen Duo shook his head and said: "I was really bored there, and making movies doesn't seem to be that interesting anymore."
In fact, the main reason is that Liu Yijian is too violent.
All the people on the crew became blood slaves. Those people treated Chen Duo with utmost respect. She could do whatever she wanted, and there was no resistance at all in making the movie.
It’s like a game player cheating or cheating in a stand-alone game. It’s no longer interesting to play.
"Okay, then you will stay with me."
"Okay."
A rare warm ending.
Zhu Li said sternly: "Tang Feng, Miss Tang, you two set up a formation and prepare to end everything here."
After hearing the order, Tang Feng and Tang Mi immediately stood up come out.
The two stood side by side, clasped their hands and said: "I obey my orders!"
Moxi border. In a vast military camp, the hyena stood quietly.
His gaze was like a torch, piercing through the fog on the border, staring at the heavily armed and patrolling soldiers of the beautiful country on the other side.
His figure is tall and mighty, his muscle lines are as clear as sculptures, and every inch of his skin seems to contain endless power.
Suddenly, a rush of footsteps broke the silence.
Childe Berg walked over. His eyes were as red as blood, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, which made him look particularly ferocious.
He walked up to the hyena and asked in a hoarse voice: "Master Hyena, what do you want from me?"
The hyena looked at him like this, frowning, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "You took it again?" Have your soldiers been 'supplemented'?"
Hearing this, Childe Berg raised a bloodthirsty smile.
This smile revealed an indescribable fanaticism and cruelty, as if he was immersed in some kind of twisted pleasure.
His eyes shone with scarlet light, as sharp and cold as a beast, making people shudder.
He slowly stretched out his hand, palm upward, and streams of blood-red Qi surged out from under his skin, squirming and tumbling in his palm like a living thing.
These blood-red Qi seem to have a life of their own. They are constantly changing shapes, sometimes winding like snakes, sometimes jumping like flames, exuding a disgusting bloody smell.
As the blood-red Qi continued to surge, Childe Berg's body also began to undergo subtle changes.
His muscles became more tense and veins popped out, as if he might burst out with amazing power at any time.
His face also became more ferocious, with veins pulsing on his forehead and a crazy light flashing in his eyes.
The air in the entire military camp seemed to be infected by this blood-red Qi, becoming heavy and oppressive.
He said proudly: "The taste of having power is more enjoyable than authority."
The hyena shook his head, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
He said in a deep voice: "You have delayed His Highness's progress. Your power is just a castle in the air and has no practical significance."
Hearing this, Childe Berg showed a trace of his eyes. Fanatical light.
He clenched his fists and said excitedly: "My king is above, the villain did not attack the troops, he just ate some people outside. This power, this endless power, is what I pursue!"
The hyena shook his head, with a complex and deep expression on his face.
He whispered: "It's crazy."
After saying that, the hyena turned around and pointed his finger at the distant border line, where they were about to launch an attack.
His voice became firm and powerful: "Master Tomb Guard gave the order, we will attack with all our strength."
When Childe Berg heard the hyena's words, a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.
He licked his lips, as if he could already foresee the coming battle and blood.
He asked excitedly: "Can I eat?"
The hyena looked at Childe Berg's appearance, with a trace of contempt in his eyes.
He responded coldly: "You don't mind being dirty, you can do whatever you want."
However, Childe Berg was undeterred.
On the contrary, a crazier light flashed in his eyes.
He smiled ferociously and shouted to the surrounding soldiers: "Soldiers, all come with me!!"
Moxi's army attacked with all its strength.
The beautiful country quickly counterattacked.
However, the current Mossi army is different from the past. Coupled with the major domestic problems, various holes cannot be filled, and the defense of the border is weak and vulnerable.
The border war broke out and was devastating.
Beautiful Kunikawa Ronte office.
The White House seems unusually deserted now. In the past, there were always people coming and going here, with politicians, reporters, and tourists intertwining into a busy scene.
But now, the corridor is empty, only the occasional echo breaks the silence.
In the hall, the gorgeous crystal chandelier is still dazzling, but the light cannot dispel the surrounding haze.
The historical portraits hanging on the walls seem to have lost their former glory. They quietly stare at this empty space, as if they are telling the glory of the past.
Chuan Langte sat alone in a spacious but depressing room. The surrounding walls seemed to be gradually shrinking, trapping him in this invisible cage.
The light in the room was dim, with only a desk lamp emitting a faint light, which barely illuminated his frown and angry face.
His breathing was heavy, and every inhalation seemed to be struggling to absorb oxygen from the heavy air. Every exhalation was accompanied by a low roar, echoing in this silent space.
"They are all a bunch of cowards!"
He slammed the table, causing the items on the table to tremble slightly. Several resignation documents were scattered on the floor, and the edges of the paper were slightly curled due to excessive force, and the handwriting It appears distorted and blurry in the light.
These resignations were originally petitions submitted by his subordinates because they could not bear the pressure or were dissatisfied with the status quo, but now they became the trigger that ignited his anger.
Chuan Langte stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow in the room. His steps were heavy and rapid, as if a trapped beast was looking for an exit.
His eyes flashed with anger and disappointment, scanning this place that was once full of hopes and dreams, but now only endless frustration remains.
Now the beautiful country is in turmoil, with large-scale resignations happening all over the country, and capitalists thinking about transferring assets and going abroad.
The whole country is like catkins in the wind, without any foundation.
No one wants to stay here.
Only a small portion of the resignations were on the table. Most of them did not even hand in their resignations and left the beautiful country directly in their own private jets.
Only Chuan Langte, the elderly gentleman, is still holding on here.
But he couldn't hold on any longer.
The chief of staff rushed in in a hurry. He was a young man who was completely different from the experienced chief of staff before.
The previous chief of staff has submitted his resignation and left.
The young man was sweating profusely and disheveled. He had obviously arrived in a hurry.
As soon as he entered the door, he said hurriedly: "Sir, the Mossi warlords have invaded the border, and the war has begun!"
When Chuan Langte heard the news, his face twitched involuntarily, and he was speechless for a moment.
His mind was in chaos, and his thoughts were like stirred muddy water, unable to calm down.
What can he do? The situation in front of him was beyond his control, and his defense power was almost zero. How to deal with this sudden war?
The chief of staff looked at Trump's reaction and looked ashen. After a moment of silence, he said again: "Sir, there are 23 more resignations on Capitol Hill, and there are 43 members today. No report.”
This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Chuan Langte’s heart hard. Resignations, absences...all indicate a serious situation and internal turmoil.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions, but the anxiety and powerlessness in his heart lingered like a shadow.
“Damn it!” Chuan Langte finally couldn’t help but cursed, and he stood up suddenly, “Give me the order, immediately summon all available forces, and prepare to fight! At the same time, send someone to Capitol Hill to understand Regarding the situation of those congressmen, let’s see who is willing to stand on our side.”
“Declare to the outside world that I am the 45th gentleman of the beautiful country, and I will die in this position.”
(End of this chapter)