Chapter 345: Imperial Storm (5)
Helanjia silently looked at her data, and then closed her brain.
He didn't mention what happened just now, and continued to arrange the attack at night.
Gu Yu opened his mouth: "Marshal, they..."
He Lanjia raised her eyes to look at Gu Yu, those deep black eyes, all golden at this time, looked extremely indifferent.
They are all running away, not even daring to read those comments.
Shut up your brain, close your eyes, plug your ears, and pretend nothing happened.
…
Lu Yao also received the push.
She looked at the news she received, and the kitchen knife in her hand almost fell to the ground.
Perhaps the person who published this data was too confident. He not only published all the data of Helanjia, but even his wounds.
Imperial citizens never imagined that under the stern military uniform wrapped by Marshal Helanjia, there was a body full of holes.
His body seemed to be stitched together, like a tattered puppet, with nothing intact.
Those blindfolded citizens of the empire are still opening their brains, inputting their own presumptuous language, slandering the hero of the empire, saying that he is not of our race, and his heart must be different.
And those citizens of the empire who have eyes and listen to the facts with their ears are shocked to the point of speechless.
They were all protected by Marshal Helanjia.
The first defense in crisis is the defensive wall built by the soldiers of the First Army with their own flesh.
They really implemented it, using the flesh to abandon all dangers outside the walls, guarding the peace of the empire.
They always stand up in distress.
Always walk before the safety of the citizens of the Empire.
These scars are both medals and the settlement of battle after battle.
Their hands were trembling, unable to speak.
So all of a sudden here are those evil words, they poured dirty water on the heroes of the empire.
But they responded quickly.
Someone finally made the first sentence.
"I don't like to eat vegetables: those are left to protect us, how can you hold on to his bloodline, does he want to have the recombinant gene himself?"
"I don't like vegetables: I don't care if the marshal is Orc or not, I don't care if he has Zerg genes, I only know one thing."
"I don't like vegetables: he never hurt us."
With the first words to maintain them, it fell into the star net, like a drop of water into the oil pan and exploded the whole pot.
The citizens who dived finally climbed out of the water.
They used their own experience to tell these citizens who were deliberately blindfolded that the marshal did nothing wrong.
He was right.
He is a hero.
"A da da tiger: I don't know if you still remember, five years ago, there was a large-scale Zerg invasion on the tiger planet. At that time, the empire was the second closest to us. The Corps did not send any rescue operations, only the First Corps, only the Marshal and the others acted."
"A da da tiger: I don't know what the soldiers of the Second Legion are doing, but in the final report, it actually said that the Second Legion was helping us, if not me Knowing the marshals and their medals, I really thought it was the Second Army that saved us."
"There is a gold-devouring beast at home: but I hope you all know that the soldiers of the First Legion are not much older than us, and they have only just reached adulthood and have gone through countless wars ."
There are more and more rational voices, and those orcs who have only just really understood the First Legion suddenly have red eyes.
The orcs themselves are a kind of creatures that are difficult to cry and empathize, and at this moment they suddenly feel too wronged.
I'm not wronging myself.
I am aggrieved by the **** dragon who just came of age.
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The Presbytery, Basement.
The elder grabbed the collar of Ryan who was hanging upside down, his voice was not as casual as before, and he gritted his teeth: "Who allowed you to publish their wounds."
The man is no longer wearing that neat white lab coat at this moment. He is now dirty and mixed with some dried blood clots.
The face was also bruised and bruised, the nose was blue and the face was swollen.
But he didn't care, and even felt very happy.
Other orcs may be afraid of this long-lived old crocodile, but Ryan is not.
Ryan's voice was smiling, but the blood in his mouth made him slur his words.
Lane: "Didn't you say it? We need to publish all their information, why? Don't the wounds count?"
The elder reached out and grabbed Ryan's neck, and said fiercely, "Do you want to die?"
"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"
Ryan didn't care: "I'm afraid, I'm very afraid."
He didn't care that his neck was still in the hands of the Great Elder, instead he nodded his chin, signaling the Great Elder to come to him and get closer to him.
The elder looked at him like this, thinking that Ryan was going to be soft, so he took a step.
At this moment, Ryan spit **** spit on the elder's delicate face.
Lane: "Bah!"
"You think everyone's face is as thick as yours."
"Anyway, I don't have a few years to live, so I'm not afraid of death..."
Before Ryan's words were finished, the elder's sudden beastly hand passed through his heart.
There is a bright red heart in the paw of the big elder, which is still beating.
Ryan raised the corners of his mouth with difficulty, blood dripping from the empty place on his chest.
He doesn't care.
Lian narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was also intermittent: "Anpa...what you...do will be punished..."
Ampa listened to Ryan's words, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and pinched his heart in front of him.
Ryan: "Look... I'll be punished?"
Ampa was furious when he heard Ryan's "curse".
"Shut up!"
(Small Theater:
Big Black Dragon: Don't dare to look, they must dislike me (;'д')ゞ
Fat Fish: Don’t worry, the world loves you, no one doesn’t love you (??ω??)?
Lu Yaozai: Be good, hug ヽ(?ω?′?)
Big Black Dragon: Yaoyao hug (￣︶￣)/
Fatfish: ? ? ? Then I go? )