Selwall rolled over from his horse and went to the ground, and some of his attendants had already taken the polo cue in his hand, and handed him a hot wet towel.The horse trainer who had been standing next to him also quickly pulled the sweaty horse away and slowly walked away to relieve his breath.Accompanied by the incessant sound of cannons and explosions beyond the distant horizon, the dusty polo field was still thundering with hooves, and dozens of knights waved clubs, shouting and shouting, and galloping back and forth.Selwall sat calmly on a chair on the sidelines, drank tea and watched the game on the field, and closed his eyes to recuperate, and then turned his eyes to the intelligence officer who had been waiting beside him for a long time.Before Selwall could cast his gaze, the intelligence officer stood straight beside him, without a sound.That's the rule for Selwall.Even if the sky was about to fall in the next second, the Nademik Dynasty would never allow its descendants to panic like those inferior.Calmness is the basic quality that a noble royal family should have since childhood.As a descendant of the dynasty, Selwall religiously followed every rule handed down by the Nadmik dynasty, and also demanded the same from his subordinates."
President."
The intelligence officer opened the file and reported the current situation: "......
The Blood Shadow Mechs have cut off the seventh, twenty-fifth, and twenty-ninth resource highways from Bering Harbor and Qianlong Harbor to Canterlot, and have deployed layers of defenses......
The reconnaissance ships of the Blood Wing Fleet sent back news that the Longxing Huiqing Flagship had assembled in the Spartan Troop Corridor of the DA Channel, and the current movement of the Red Flagship was unknown. ”The DA Passage is a B-class passage connecting the Odin Free Passage to Chuckner and Seuss, where the fleet of the Sukezhou faction is stationed, which is expected by Selwall.After all, this is the passage of that Chuckner's old immortal life.It's a pity that the main channel is now under the control of the Souss Empire.And the DA channel, which is inextricably linked to the main channel, is not something that a green flagship team can master.The corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, Selvor closed his eyes and nodded, and said indifferently: "Got it." ”The intelligence officer closed the folder and continued: "In addition, the mecha battalion of the Scarlet Mercenary Group has approached Puluo Town, and there is no head-on conflict with Xintai Liusheng yet.We have just received information that the Phantom Stream has abandoned its main building and its major branches, and set off at ten o'clock yesterday, passing through the central city and entering the town of Puluo. ”"Phantom Stream?"
Selwall slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help frowning as he looked at the dust and mist that filled the polo field.The identity of the new director of the Teluporo branch library is no secret.This Lelei fat man who appeared out of thin air and single-handedly promoted the explosion of genre warfare has already made Selwall feel threatened.Especially the scuffle on First Avenue made him have to re-examine this fat man who seemed to be no threat.Fifty mechas, in this mecha world, is nothing at all.However, the combat power of those fifty mechs in that short battle, and the energy cannons equipped on their bodies, are obviously not as simple as a number.As a collaborator of the Souss Empire, the Filipino Alliance was a natural enemy of Selwall.This enemy, there was only one Su Kezhou before, but now, it seems that there is one more.And what made Selwall feel most unhappy was that his layout, which he had arranged many years in advance, seemed to be facing the threat of a larger layout.He couldn't believe that the Longxing Chamber of Commerce, which had an inextricable relationship with Chucner, would have nothing to do with that Lelei fat man!
If, the fat man was pushed to the fore by Su Kezhou, if all these conflicts were planned by Su Kezhou behind his back, does that mean that Longxinghui, a behemoth that has dominated Mars for many years, has already had the same plan as himself?
!
At this moment, what does the split of the Tailiu and the arrival of the Phantom Stream mean?
Why is Longxing still only in a defensive posture and has not had the slightest connection with Puluo Town from the beginning to the end?
Even their mech units didn't move closer to Canterlot?
This group of Fimeng can no longer be allowed to hide behind.Selwall made up his mind in an instant.If you want to know the plan of the Longxing Society, it is actually very simple to know the arrangement of the Filipino Alliance in Mars.You only need to poke yourself in the key parts with a bamboo pole!
The most eye-catching part of this hornet's nest is naturally Puluo Town!
Selwall was eager to see how long the hidden Filipino forces could hide when their troops were slaughtering in Puluo!
Exiting First Avenue and winding through the high-rise central business district, the flying car stopped at the intersection of Piccadilly Street in Purotown.On the empty streets, there are still traces of arson and robbery by thugs who took advantage of the fire to loot.Several shops and self-selected markets on both sides of the street have been looted.Even the display windows were smashed.Several flying cars, burned to black metal frames, are still parked on the side of the road.Shards of glass, shoes, clothes and paper were thrown all over the floor.Sandbags have been piled up at the intersection, and old-fashioned machine guns have been erected to defend the infantry.Several buildings near the intersection were also set up on the upper floors of man-portable air compots and several energy machine guns.Several metal plates removed from the wreckage of the mechs on First Avenue were welded into improvised bulletproof walls.The fence was also closed.Seven or eight bandit mechs and more than a dozen escort mechs sealed the bridgehead tightly.The fat man pressed his face against the window and stared blankly out of the cordon.He knew that it was Old Smith who asked to see him, but he never dreamed that Old Smith's arrival would be such a big formation.Old Smith was standing outside the intersection fence.Behind him were dozens of Phantom Stream, unique to agile mechs.Surrounded by mechas, there were hundreds of Phantom Flow disciples armed with various weapons.Among these disciples, there were also more than twenty giant trucks.The automatic doors in the trunks of several of the trucks have been opened.A few children were happily running around on the truck's automatic landing gear.In the carriage, the woman and the old man were curled up behind the partition, with only half of their heads exposed, quietly watching this way.Obviously, this is the family of the Phantom Stream, and they have already come out of the nest.The fat man's fleshy hands scratched all over his head, as if this was the only way to show his confusion at this time.Fat people have always known their pounds very well.Although it is a little heavier than ordinary people, it is definitely not to the point where throwing off a body of flesh can make people bow their heads.If old Smith came over to talk about the price first, and then untied his clothes after everyone frowned, the fat man figured it out.can be his understanding of old Smith, this old guy is an old fox who doesn't see rabbits, eagles, devils, and strings.What I saw in front of me was that the old fox had brought the entire phantom stream to Puluo Town.It's not a clear idea of what it is to take refuge in yourself.The fat man was a little confused for a while.Could it be that he also has the aura of being a king of heaven and earth, so that the pie in the sky just fell down like this?
Confused to confused, as soon as the car stopped, the fat man hurriedly put on a smile on his face, got out of the car and strode up to meet him.That's exactly what he wants.In any case, this phantom stream has to be eaten in one bite.As soon as he saw that his facial features were deformed, and he was smiling like a fat man, Old Smith sighed softly.From this guy's body, he can't see the heroic demeanor of Lelei at all.However, by now, there was no other way for him.Unlike other top-ranked genres, Phantom Stream has no mercenaries, no merchant groups, and no dedicated armed fleets.After the outbreak of the war, several factories under the Griffin Knight Pavilion have been forced to close, and the area where the main hall is located has been blocked into an isolated island by other forces that have been divided into territories.Soldiers are in chaos, and mobs are rampant.Many poor disciples have taken their families to the mecha hall.The Phantom Stream is their last resort.But Old Smith knew that relying only on his own people, the Phantom Stream would never survive the day this war ended.After carefully reading the Prolo Branch's announcement of a break with the Cooper-led Tailiu, he finally made up his mind.Go to Protown!
Old Smith didn't care about putting all of the Phantom Stream at the table.He had nothing to lose.Thus, the phantom stream began to travel through the hail of bullets.From the location of the main hall of the central city to the town of Puluo, the flying car in Pingyuli was only a short hour away, and the phantom flowed for a whole day.At the cost of the lives of two giant trucks and several Convoy soldiers, they finally arrived in the town of Puro.Tian Xingjian walked towards him.Old Smith looked behind him.With Kozmo as the leader, dozens of Phantom Flow core disciples lined up neatly in a phalanx.These young people who grew up in the free world are standing tall and silent at the moment.They stared at the oncoming figure.The eyes of these young warriors, including Kozmo, were clear and undisguised adoration!
He led more than 270 prisoners of war across thousands of miles behind enemy lines to break out of the encirclement.Infiltrate Mozic alone and stir up a raging storm to capture James.Blocking the Hunter Legion, rampage among thousands of mechs, arrogantly advancing in the midst of artillery fire, falling into the abyss and miraculously surviving.The most important thing is that he once controlled the mecha to turn into a hundred, and he once roared with a pair of iron fists in the main hall of the Phantom Stream, and returned the humiliation that Cooper inflicted on the Phantom Flow a hundredfold.Every time I think of the scene at that time, not only these young fighters, but also the old Smith himself and a few steady and indifferent elders, can't help but be fascinated.Tie the future of the Phantom Stream firmly to this person, and no one objected!
So, the phantom stream is coming!
However, can this fat man really bring a bright future to Phantom Stream?
Old Smith wasn't sure!
Until now, he couldn't guess what this fat man could do to clean up this mess!
Even if the core technique is needed, even if it is embarrassing at the moment, Old Smith will not hand over the lives of these young people behind him to a hopeless war.Looking at the fat man who walked in front of him, Old Smith's eyes were like lightning, and he was silent for a long time, and he asked a clueless word: "Are you sure?"
”The fat man was stunned, and from beginning to end, he and Old Smith were not familiar with each other, and they did not even know each other officially.But now, the old man standing in front of him threw out the question he was most worried about.Casting his gaze behind Old Smith, the fat man put away the smile on his face in the face of the fiery gaze of the Phantom Streamers."
Yes!""
What are you going to do?""
Wait!""
Waiting for whom?""
Ming Xinliu, Black Dragon Dao, and many other schools.""
What do you want to do?""
Revive the Genre Federation!"
There is no going around in circles, the old and the young stand face to face, the quick question and answer, every word, is extremely concise."
Revive the Genre Federation?!"
Old Smith muttered to himself.He turned his head and looked behind him, his gaze past the Phantom Stream to the same path they had come.In the sky, the sound of artillery and gunfire is endless!
The doubts in my heart suddenly disappeared.Looking at the horizon, which was reddened by the explosion and the flames, Old Smith suddenly wanted to laugh out loud.Without the slightest hesitation, a phantom stream roster and a list of substances were stuffed into the fat man's hands.Turn your hands into clouds and cover your hands for rain!
Old Smith had to admire the means of this honest fat man in front of him!
The situation in the free world of Mars has been exploited to the extreme by his strength!!
He took advantage of the conflict of the Phantom Stream, entered the Tailiu with the momentum of wind and thunder, and kicked the Nine Pavilions with lightning speed, igniting the powder keg of genre contradictions.When this chaos was about to begin, what he did made several major schools that were already ready to be forced to finally completely abandon the tradition of the genre and start a war in advance.And at this time, he wants to rebuild what he has destroyed.Rebuilding the Federation of Genres.The Federation is just a front, and this fat man is using the traditions of several free worlds for thousands of years!
The allure of maintaining the Federation of Genres, regrouping the free world into the tradition of genre habits, and keeping genres at the top of the pyramid of the liberal world, as it has been for millennia, is too great for the smaller genres who are powerless to influence this war.Regardless of their status in the genre, they are still part of this class after all; After all, they still enjoy the benefits of genre traditions!
As long as the Filipino Alliance can have enough strength to hold up the situation.Genre return to the heart, it's almost a sure thing.The members of the federation are still these folk mecha schools.The only difference is......
The three major schools that have turned their backs on the tradition of the genre have easily surrendered the dominance of the genre federation in the process of this change!
Old Smith bowed slightly, slowly moving out of the way.The phalanx of phantom streamers was right in front of Tian Xingjian's eyes.The soldiers stood silently.Tian Xingjian looked at them, and they also looked at Tian Xingjian without squinting.These young people, who had not been in the army, had just crossed the central city that was shrouded in bullets.Completed their first baptism in the midst of war.While entering a neighborhood controlled by a small mercenary, they were attacked.One outer disciple and several members of the convoy died, dozens were injured, and two heavy trucks were burned.It is a matter of pride that the children and elderly people in the truck were closely protected, and there was no tragedy of car destruction and death.There was no lack of gore in their upbringing.Whether it's at school or in the neighborhood where you live, violence is everywhere.They learned how to fight, how to fight, how to defend themselves.Yet, they still haven't learned about war—the kind of war that has swept all of humanity.They were tired, and in their eyes, in addition to excitement and anticipation, there was also confusion and confusion.The fat man knows that they are waiting, waiting for themselves to give them a goal, an answer, a reason to convince themselves."
From this day forward, you are part of this group."
When the fat man raised his head with his chest straight, he had the demeanor of an iron-blooded soldier.This kind of demeanor, even the special reconnaissance group and the Tiger special forces can't learn, and when you take it out at this time, it immediately shocks the young phantom flow fighters!
They had never seen it before, and just by standing alone, you could smell the smoke of the battlefield, see the battle flag of hunting, the blood-soaked land, and see a steel plate so hard that it could not be broken!"
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I know, you're waiting, waiting for me to tell you what kind of group this is, what the future will be!"
A gust of wind swept across the wide, silent intersection, sprinkling the ground with waste paper, raising it up, and then falling in a circle, drifting away into the distance.A dangling, tattered billboard, flapping in the wind against the metal frame on which it had been, to accompany the fat man's voice."
If you still feel lost, it only proves that you have not realized what the era you live in means to you!"
The fat man looked around: "In the old year 565o, the Supreme Council of Mankind announced the first isolated planet - Earth!
In 62o4 A.D., the second isolated planet was born, Lang Yue Star, which is the planet under our feet now, renamed after the Mars God of War!
From then on, you were the Wanderers!
”After a slight twitch, there was still a dead silence.The young warriors stared intently at the fat man in front of them, their eyes brightening, a light that only dissipates when they are understood."
With the exception of a very small minority, the majority of free men are not allowed to reside permanently in mainstream countries.Technological, military, thousands of all kinds of material embargoes.It's a cosmic hell!
All the criminals are gathered here, and even if it is the fault of your ancestors, you are not accepted by the mainstream society.I know you're not reconciled.In fact, your fathers, your ancestors are not reconciled!
However, you have no way to tear the iron curtain, you can only kill each other and survive here!
Perhaps, some of you have realized the opportunities that this war has brought to you that has engulfed all of humanity!
However, the chances are so slim.You are a mess of sand, and you can't come together to fight for this opportunity.Now, what I want to tell you is that you should not and will not be cannon fodder for the two major military blocs.You have a chance, in the name of the free world, to win the war, to win the life that belongs to you, to win the dignity that your fathers and grandparents never received!
The Filipino League may help us, but I do not represent the Fijian League, and the group you have joined is not part of the Fijian League!
This group has one and only one name, the Bandits!
This is the Abbreviation of the Supreme Union Council for all the people of the free world, and now, I will lead all of you, with this bandit word, to re-enter the mainstream of mankind, and let the iron curtain over the free port of Mars disappear forever!
”The fat man stopped and secretly swallowed his saliva.After a long conversation with Weatheril, Baz and other Tailiu disciples, in order to accurately grasp and exploit the mentality of these young people in the Free Port, he had been preparing this remark for a long time.Not only did he face the Phantom Stream this time, but in the future, he was also ready to face the disciples of many schools.From the eyes of Kozmo and the others in front of him, the fat man knew that he had captured their hearts.For these people who believe in the law of the jungle, the last thing they fear is to be desperate and adventurous.That's almost their heavenly surname and instinct!
All they need is a goal!"
Grab your stuff and activate your mech."
The fat man stuffed old Smith into the flying car, turned around and continued to pretend to be cool: "Follow me, you will have a magnificent future!"
”The flying car shook its head beautifully and headed for Prost Avenue.Behind him, dozens of Phantom Flow mechs and heavy trucks followed.The hot-blooded and confused Phantom Streamers had no other thoughts on their minds.The curators are gone, where are they not going to follow?
(To be continued)