Chapter 102: attack

Most people don't care about old man Ding and Dong old man, at most they are shocked by Xia Liang's sudden change. +++ The entire Danmei novel: www.sto123.cc The three major families have been studying this mysterious old man for a long time. At the end of the day, Xia Liang, a junior under the eyelids, ran out, and the explosion was no different from the invasion of a swamp.
The grand theater is already safe, and people on the second floor and above are talking about it. The oldest senior of the Xia family, the "major", had a sullen face and said nothing.
For most people in the three major families, Xia Liang is just one of the symbols used to stabilize the hearts of the people, at best it is a beautiful doll. Now that the doll is fierce and swings a sharp blade, their first reaction is only "this is very lively and pretty".
The delicate and weak singer turned out to be Zhu Yanchen's number one military commander, enough for people to chat for a few months after dinner.
But for the upper class, the subtlety of this matter lies elsewhere. It's not uncommon for geniuses to be buried, and it's not uncommon for the younger generation to rebel against their parents. The terrible thing is that she hides it - there are many people who check Dong's identity, and even Zhu Sheng is one of them.
After the paper was discovered, people at most admitted that Zhu Yanchen was an outstanding researcher. There are still many people who are skeptical about tactics. After all, people's hearts can't be split in half, and Zhu Yanchen has no reason to end up so desperately.
If he had been letting Old Man Dong take the command and spent most of his time studying the swamp, it would be justified. Old man Dong was born in grass-roots, and his age is so advanced that he can understand it if he doesn't check his history.
But Old Man Dong is Xia Liang.
The difficulty of hiding the identity of the national singer and the identity of an ordinary person can be said to be one sky and one earth. To escape the investigation of the three major families, Xia Liang could never do it alone.
Zhu Sheng stood on the top floor of the Grand Theater, looking down at the settled people in the lower hall, his heart was cold.
It seems that after the death of his son, he first met the child. The cowardly crying boy who hid behind the nanny when he saw people was probably a better leader than the eldest son.
No, maybe he has indeed become an excellent leader.
The previous "incompetence" is now fully explained-I don't like (showing) the face, and 80% of it is to cover up the body abnormality caused by the study of erosion. If you don’t run for the merits of
earning face
, you must understand that you are dead soon and you do not want to change the power structure of the coalition government too frequently. The paper was ignored by the command center, and he did not make any noise, but continued to enter the paper into the research database.
... My own son planned the end of his life and a series of chain reactions after his death.
So is the current chaos in Zhu Yanchen's plan? Over the past ten years, his son's ability has become terrifying, but his innocence and stubbornness have not changed at all.
He didn't read it wrong at first, this kid really doesn't look like himself at all.
Zhu Sheng was silent for a long time, and then called his assistant: "Is the communication still available? Go contact Tang Heyu."
"Yes."
The identity of Old Man Dong caused an uproar in the Grand Theatre, and Xia Liang ran away in a hurry. The warriors who fought against the marsh swamp had no time to care about this kind of shocking gossip—the swamp swamp turned into a giant sea urchin, which was about to rush to the front of the Grand Theater. Tonight there will be a celebration for the election of the new leader, and the elders of the three major families will gather together. If the Grand Theatre falls, the coalition government will be paralyzed immediately.
Don't talk about city Y at that time, other cities will not last long. The guards were so anxious that their mouths blistered, and when Old Man Dong appeared, the three captains from the first to third teams almost burst into tears.
"You are old enough." The captain of the second team said bitterly. "Is this really a swamp? Its thorns are too long for us to start. We can't stop it anymore..."
"I know." Dong Lao replied in a simple and clear way, "Don't delay, and don't think about leaving behind. Use the command center and the recent military fire depots, and adjust the purification function as much as possible."
"But...but..."
"If you can't stop this marsh tonight, it's no use keeping those."
The captain of the first team frowned: "If another one comes later, shall we fight them with our bare hands?"
"You will live till that time."
"This thing is too human, I really can't see it on the light screen..."
Old man Dong didn't say anything, but the man next to him whispered: "Just know."
"Place the purifier in this form," Old man Dong exchanged glances with the man next to him. "With the nearest residential area and the Grand Theater as the center, the number of units should not be bad. When you are ready, find some agile young people, put on your own purifiers, and control the course of the erosion."
"This..." The captain of the team almost uttered "This is the job of a co-(cheng) person" (脱tuo), but as soon as he said a word, he realized what was wrong
Now they don’t have the Chengcheng people in their hands. Not only do they don’t, but the Chengcheng people are still watching in the outer city. If it weren't for the indiscriminate attack of the swamp, they would definitely take this opportunity to do it.
But they have no choice. The captain didn't say a word again, and quickly followed suit.
Under the curtain of night, Shu Jun carried Monday and stood quietly on top of the Grand Theatre. The Grand Theater is high enough, and he is wearing a black (colored) uniform again, and no one has noticed Shu Jun.
This position is enough to pull the wind, but the posture of the captain is not handsome at all. He sat with cross-legged carelessly, stroking Monday without a moment, and fed a marsh candy when he was fine.
Shu Jun didn't intend to watch the excitement, but had to act as a fuse-in case that spiky ball erodes the marsh and breaks the Grand Theater, he has to find a way to get rid of it naturally.
By the way, he was also very curious about what the first human battle against the marsh would look like.
Ai Xiaoxiao's research on Monday has come to an end. Monday has been very moisturized recently, and the whole swamp has grown bigger. It squeezed a wave of water crazily, but still failed to fix the sword to its original size. Fortunately, Shu Jun is no longer a normal person, and he can wield an overweight sword.
As a pure wild swamp, Monday did not have any interest in disputes between humans and co-humans, and even the sigma side. Its values ​​are quite simple-live comfortably and well. It takes hard fights (gans) to survive, not good.
And the special ability of "spitting water", not to mention other swamps, has no attack power for human beings. Now that it has some sugar to eat and some people stroke, it has long forgotten the initial dissatisfaction.
"East. Side." It reminded Shu Jun coarsely, "Very. Near. Still. Yes."
"Luo Duan sent me to take a peek at the information." Shu Jun said casually, "Sigma has suffered a lot from me a few times before (killing sha), and a lot of information has not been recovered... Isn't it big?"
"People. Head."
"The head is so big, it is estimated that there is no attack power, it is estimated that it came in with the big eclipse."
"eat?"
"No, that can't be eaten, you have to let it go back for business." Shu Jun poked the hilt. "Otherwise, the scene between Ayan and I will be in vain."
"whispering sound."
Zhu Yanchen took his move beautifully-although he could not come forward, he first stabilized the situation of the Grand Theater and the traveler with the help of Xia Liang, and the fourth family kept up with the medical maintenance. This time, he used Old Man Dong as a blindfold and took over the command of the guard.
Human resistance is still something.
The theater and the residential area are lined with purifiers. In order to prevent brain erosion from finding other ways to pass over, they stacked the purifier into a shield like a high wall. The original inventory of combat purification weapons are all on the scene. Although the young people of the are so nervous that they are chaotic, it seems like a thing to drive away the marsh.
The "acupuncture" swamp is also a swamp. Even if it can jump over one or two lines of defense, it hesitates to stop in front of the overwhelming purification machine-it once again pierced the spikes out, trying to destroy the purification. machine. However, the power of the purification machine around it was so frightening that its thorn shattered before it pierced into the casing of the machine.
It didn't have much brain, and immediately became angry after being injured, and the stabbing was more pointed and longer, trying to get back a round. Zhu Yanchen immediately ordered the tightening of the purification circle, trying to control the marsh erosion to a block away from the Grand Theater.
This area is quite prosperous, and the neat storefronts are riddled with black piercings and quickly turn into dust. The young soldiers rushing to the front line are inevitably injured. Some of them are obviously affected by corrosion, and they will inevitably be amputated.
Shu Jun looked at him coldly, and did not give birth to many soft thoughts. Now there is Ai Xiaoxiao's research, these people can still keep their limbs intact.
And it was Zhu Yanchen who commanded them.
Zhu Yanchen's command method has not changed. He didn't like to use human lives to win victory. It didn't make much difference to him whether the command object was a person or a cheng. After all, human soldiers are also soldiers. Seeing that this unknown monster can be controlled, the blood (sexual xing) also rises a lot.
However, just as they contracted the encirclement, the swamp suddenly returned to a marsh-like state, trying to rush to the side of the sewer. Although the people behind reacted quickly and immediately put up the brackets on the protective clothing, the first ones were rushed to waist-deep and screamed.
The human side immediately changed. There are many obstacles in the block, and the terrain changes rapidly. It is impossible to urgently call the handling machinery. People ask (sexual) people (肉rou) to carry the purifier, and extinguish the fire. Generally, the weird swamp is extinguished (sha) everywhere.
During this period, two more people were pierced through protective clothing by spikes, injuring their necks and internal organs.
The broadcasting stopped, and only the screaming sirens remained in the dark. The lights at the control site were dazzling, and the buzzing noise of the operation of the purifier made people crazy. Mechanical heat dissipation directly raised the nearby temperature by five or six degrees. Many people who carried the purifier burned their protective clothing, and some were directly burned.
The black (colored), liquid flame is still "burning", they don't know when it will out spikes and when it will flow away. The wounded quickly evacuated, and the newcomers made up for it, and the smell of gunpowder in the air grew stronger.
This dangerous war lasted for 18 hours, and Shu Jun also watched quietly for most of the day. From dark to dawn, people stood up and rushed up, lying down and being lifted down. There were many minor injuries, and dozens of severe ones. The dead did not appear because people were evacuated very frequently.
It is not much different from their battle against the anti-erosion marsh. Considering the players' own abilities and the special ability of the opposite side, Zhu Yanchen probably tried his best.
At the end of this little war, it was all about using people and machines to harden it—all the young people fell and replaced the middle-aged people. The machine is worn out, immediately lift the new one. Except for not using their newly developed zhenzhen) suppression" weapons, this war can be said to be cost-free.
Finally, the acupuncture marsh was surrounded in this circle piled up with money, and was unwillingly scattered. Before it dissipated, it almost emptied the purification armaments of the entire city y. Although it no longer moved, the people around it didn't have the slightest joy of victory.
Is this really a victory?
They are tired and painful, and will face lengthy purification treatments. If the treatment is not in place, the roots of the disease will remain for the rest of their lives. And when such a swamp came in, they emptied most of the ammunition. What if there are two next time? How about three?
A battle directly destroyed a group of people, what's next? You can't let ordinary citizens also go to the battlefield.
The neighborhoods after the war were no longer what they looked like, and the marsh was struggling violently. Those buildings were not even ruins left, and they were all eroded and turned into dust. In the most prosperous area of ​​city y, a large barren appeared, like an ugly scar.
This is just a swamp that suddenly appeared. Over the past two centuries, there have been thousands of marshes dealt with by the Hecheng people alone.
Will there be a stranger and bigger opponent than this swamp? What should we do then?
People cleaned up the battlefield in silence, no one cheered.
On the other side, the swamp was dispersed, and the underside of the Grand Theater gradually became lively. There was no water for 18 hours, and people couldn't wait to rush to the outside world. The end of a small confrontation is the first step. In the face of such a devastated "victory", what awaits the coalition government will only be a bigger mess.
Shu Jun at the top of the theater stood up and patted the numb (fart) thigh.
Monday: "Gluttonous."
"You can't eat it. The brain that erodes the marsh will be left to the command center for research." Shu Jun stretched his muscles and bones.
"gas."
Shu Jun shook his head, opened the sugar bowl in his hand, and poured the rest into his mouth. I got the sweetness on Monday, and then I closed my mouth.
"Team Shu, how is your side?" Hu Yan sent a message when he noticed that there was no sound here.
"Yes, there is not much difference from the estimate. We can continue."
"Continue to say..."
"Isn't this the perfect time to attack City Y?"