Mountains and forests.

silence.

A hare suddenly rushed out, chewing something in her mouth.

It jumped forward, paying attention to the surrounding wind and movements from time to time.

The rabbit was jumping when suddenly one hand fell down and lifted it up with a slight lift.

For some reason, when I was caught by this hand, the rabbit shivered and did not dare to move.

Zhang Yinghao handed the rabbit to Tongtong behind him.

"Are you cute?" he asked.

"cute!"

Tongtong happily held the rabbit and added: "The wild taste is better, I want to eat it."

"Tsk, you little girl, are so unlovely." Zhang Yinghao said.

A cold voice sounded: "Boss, Zhang Peijia shot my paper man."

Zhang Yinghao turned around and looked.

I saw three paper men standing on the grass.

One of the paper men looked like Zhang Yinghao.

There is a black hole on the forehead of this paper man like a hole shot from a gun.

A fat man stood next to the paper man and reached out and snapped his fingers.

Zhang Yinghao's paper man was immediately burned to ashes.

"He has twenty-four guards around him, which looks very powerful, but I think he is just afraid of death." said the fat man.

"This... what marshal, did you say anything to me?" Zhang Yinghao asked.

"I manipulate your paper man and persuade him to delay the war, but after reading the secret letter, he said something to your paper man."

The fat man said, unable to help laughing.

"What did he say?" Zhang Yinghao asked.

"What a bullshit thing you are?" said the fat man.

Zhang Yinghao scratched his head.

The killers around him smiled.

I haven't seen my boss suffer for many years, and they feel an inexplicable pleasure in their hearts.

Zhang Yinghao thought for a moment, turned on Guangnao and asked, "Goddess of Justice, can you help me with some genetic medicine for plastic surgery?"

"It's too late. In 19 minutes, the Imperial Forward Mobile Armor troops will arrive at the border and the war will begin." said the Goddess of Justice.

"Time is so urgent?"

Zhang Yinghao raised his hand and looked at his watch, sighed and said, "I have to use the ancient method."

"Tongtong."

"kindness?"

"Go and get that man's face for me."

Before Tongtong could speak, the fat man whispered to her: "Your paper man was locked in his room by him."

Tongtong bulged her mouth and said, "You pervert."

"It's not me, it's that marshal." The fat man quickly defended.

"Boss, can I kill that marshal?" Tongtong asked.

"You can do whatever you want, but killing him is not a workload, and you don't have much money to get it." Zhang Yinghao said immediately.

"Then forget it," Tongtong said happily, "I'll leave him an unforgettable memory."

"Time is tight, you have 7 minutes." Zhang Yinghao said."

"Yes, boss." Tongtong said.

She pulled out two sharp daggers, bit her ponytail in her mouth, and leaned slightly, jumping into the air.

In an instant, she turned into a black crow and flew towards the military camp.

"Tongtong is still young after all, so go and protect her." Zhang Yinghao said.

The two figures disappeared immediately.

Zhang Yinghao ordered again: "Fatty, you will come here later."

The fat man immediately said with a frown: "I dared to play two tricks with him before, but now I don't dare."

"Why?"

"You know, Lord Wu Sheng recently learned a mysterious training method, and his strength has skyrocketed. I am worried that he will be demolished."

Zhang Yinghao looked around, and the men in black who were swept by his eyes all avoided his gaze.

He asked, "It's just a delay of time and can fight with the Martial Saint. No one has signed up for such a good opportunity?"

No one responded to him.

The fat man whispered: "The life of a killer is also a life, boss."

...

border.

The ice gradually spread across the earth.

On the hillside, a black iron stream was marching against the white frost, and the wind was running at lightning.

The Imperial Forward Mobile Armor Division, as the top force in the vanguard troops, has always been the first elite unit.

After climbing over this mountain, rushing down the hillside, you will enter the border of the Federation.

The march was very fast and the whole process went smoothly.

The soldiers moved forward quietly, each of them was full of energy and meticulously controlled the mobile armor.

Even in the military communication channel, no one dared to say a word.

Because Field Marshal Zhang Peijia is in the army.

He followed the Imperial Forward Mecha Division and advanced together.

He said he wanted to come and see it in person, and then he came.

This is a very pragmatic person.

He was in a bad mood today, so no one dared to speak nonsense, for fear of causing trouble for him.

According to rumors, today he received the special envoy of His Highness.

The two sides closed the door and fierce quarrels and curses broke out. The Queen's Special Envoy, with a few subordinates, was so angry that he was about to slam the door and left.

The marshal directly tied up three special envoys and shot one person on the spot.

Iron Curtain also discovered this small dispute.

As the most advanced military ai of the Fuxi Empire, it directly crossed the marshal and issued orders to all mecha warriors.

All soldiers were asked to attack with all their might and were not allowed to retreat without the permission of the Iron Curtain, otherwise they would be considered treason.

It began to direct the battle himself.

The Marshal was emptied by an artificial intelligence, and the fire in his heart can be imagined.

Judging from his appearance, he was already on the verge of an outbreak.

Several of the Marshal's confidants didn't mind talking about these things.

They hope that everyone knows that the Marshal has made up his mind to follow in the footsteps of His Majesty the Emperor.

On the other side.

In front of the mountain.

The Federal Advance Army has arrived.

The vanguard troops gathered in a hurry were not superior in strength.

If such a unit encounters the Imperial Regular Army, the defeat will be the only end.

But with that man present, everything is different.

The soldiers sat in the mecha, adjusting the holographic projection to a certain angle from time to time, and quietly observing the man.

This is the idol in the hearts of every soldier.

A middle-aged man.
To be continued...