Dragon Zero

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"Failure, it's failure again." In the conference room of the barracks, Guinness yelled at the wound on his body: "Why did it fail again? What do I want your ministries to do? Your waste, I... cough cough……"

All the ministries in the meeting room will keep their heads down and silent.

Aside from the Purple Star Wars, Greifa put a wound on her body and said: "You are badly injured, the wound heals very slowly, it is the bone rot acid that inhibits your ability to regenerate the fire elemental constitution, or don't be angry, let the doctor as soon as possible Treat it."

"My injury doesn't matter." Guinness said: "Fortunately, you came to the rescue in time this time."

"It's nothing. The troops should have supported each other. But this time the tragedy failed, and my troops lost a lot. I won't be here with you anymore." Grefa picked up the purple helmet on the table and turned away from the room.

Greifa had just left, and a muddy officer ran in awkwardly.

"How do you look like this? What about the troops plagiarized from the trail?" Guinness asked in surprise.

The embarrassed officer knelt on the ground and panicked: "Reported...report the general, the plagiarized troops were ambushed in the swamp, only two thousand soldiers... only 257 people fled back, please forgive the army."

Guinness' face suddenly turned to the extreme, his hands clenched in fists, his face trembling with muscles, and suddenly he got up from the seat, and the steel boots kicked on the ground officer's face: "Bastard, only two hundred Fifty-seven people, what are you still doing? Get out, get out, get out!"

The officer was kicked with blood on his face, and he even ran out of the conference room.

Guinness slapped angrily on the table case, the thick wooden table was snapped into pieces, and the meeting room was quiet. "Why don't you talk." Guinness looked at everyone: "Alan?"

The crowd was silent for a while before they were said: "General Allen went to check the casualties of the troops."

"How many are there in our Eighth Army?"

Everyone you look at me, I look at you, and no one will speak.

Guinness whispered: "What's wrong? How many soldiers are there?"

"Including the wounded, there are 7582 people." Allen pushed open the door of the meeting room and walked into the room.

"There are only more than seven thousand people, hateful!" Guinness's anger made his wounds bleed again, and he looked at Allen questioningly: "General Allen, why do you say this happened?"

"I don't understand what the general means."

"I said why did you fail again and again?" Guinness pointed to everyone in the conference room. "You useless wastes have actually been defeated by Edward's old troops several times. Is your current merits and status mixed with shit? Is it?"

A general said: "General Genis, you can't say that, all the soldiers have tried their best..."

"Am I wrong?" Guinness roared. "Try your best? Are you doing your best? Ridiculous!"

The generals' faces were full of anger, but they couldn't attack. They could only gritt their teeth. But even so, Guinness's training still refused to give up, and even insulting words continued.

Finally, a general could not bear it, refuting: "General Genis! You said too much. This defeat is not our fault at all. The generals before the war reminded the general that you might be an enemy. The enemy’s temptation, but you’re not willing to listen, you have to take two separate outsourcing tactics to chase down the enemy, and this falls into the enemy’s trap. If you want to be held accountable, you general...”

"What do you mean?" Guinness ran forward in two steps, grabbing his neckline and glaring at him: "Are you saying this is all my fault? Is the responsibility for failure all by me alone?"

The other side was silent, as if nothing had been heard.

"I didn't mean it, but..."

"But what but!" Guinness stopped him, pointing to himself: "Who am I? I'm the burning ghost Guinness, the real martial arts general of San Vikya! You want to put the responsibility of failure on me Is your reputation smeared? I have fought in my teens, and there are countless people killed in the **** battlefield till now. It is you guys who have dragged me down to the point where they are now. You are still useless to blame you. Is the sir guilty? Impossible!"

Everyone stopped talking.

Guinness stared at them one by one, and finally stared at Allen: "Especially you Allen."

"What's wrong with me?" Allen asked.

Guinness said: "Why did the enemy general Juda meet you when I was away a few months ago?"

"That's a thing of the past."

"Has it passed?" Guinness said: "I suspect these losses are all related to you."

Allen squeezed his fist and forced his anger. "General, your words are serious."

"is it?"

"If there is no evidence, please, General Genis, don't talk nonsense."

Guinness snorted heavily: "Okay, I don't say, but you want to be punished for this failure. Get out, don't let me see you!"

In the meeting room that everyone hated, only Guinness was left with a swell of unpopular hatred.

Unlike Guinness’s army, Juda’s military camp was a happy scene, because every battle and every team was happy.

Of course it is a little celebration to win the battle. The only permitted entertainment place in the military camp, the soldiers club has naturally become a place to celebrate.

"Vin Vien..." The shirtless blacksmith looked around the club.

"Here, hello, here!" Wien shouted, and in the chaotic club, he could only hear a loud voice.

The blacksmith rushed over and grabbed a can of drink on the table and fell to the middle of the sofa: "I just heard from Ursula that your ambush was successful this time."

"What about others?" Luo asked.

"Still in the conference room." The blacksmith said: "The generals are still in a meeting, Ursula and Celter are still waiting for Bimoye, and they will come later. Hey beauty, I heard that you are very popular this time. Your bow What about?"

Irina proudly raised her chin and said, "Oh, hide it, I won't tell you."

The female soldiers who celebrated together laughed: "Our Irina has now become a famous figure in the barracks. In the future, she will become a female general. How can her weapons let you see casually."

The blacksmith laughed: "Then I'll have a toast for our future female general. Come, let's have a toast together."

"Oh!" All kinds of drinks and water glasses touched together and woven into a bright laughter.

"Why did you do it? The protagonist hasn't arrived yet." Ursula put her hands in her pockets, dressed in a casual dress, and walked with a smile, followed by Moyeur, Celter, and Podala.

"Oh, my handsome protagonist is here." Several beautiful soldiers gave up their seats and said, "Come, sit here."

"He won't sit, let me sit." Ursula took the first step to sit among the beauties: "Actually, I am also handsome, isn't he?"

Selter does not forget to hurt his friends: "Your cheeky kung fu is as handsome as yours."

"Hey, leave me a face in front of so many beautiful women, OK."

The women laughed for a while.

Wien asked: "But I said why Bimoyer was the protagonist this time? Although he was in charge of the ambush battle, he seemed to be the one who contributed the most."

Irina dropped sweat on her forehead and punched him on the head with a punch: "Don't say anything that shows strength, because everyone contributes."

"Oh." Podala smiled. "Wain, Wain, why are you always the same as before, and asking some stupid questions like before?"

Ursula said: "Yeah, it's always not so advanced. Sitting on the same sofa as you makes me feel like I'm down."

"I don't want to sit and don't know how to squat, cut." Wien looked rather uncomfortable.

Celter said: "This time General Juda made an exception for Bemoyer to lead 500 soldiers. Although many officers expressed opposition, the good result was indeed beautiful, and it has always been quite popular because of exceptional promotion. General Qiuda has made an explanation. I think that from now on, Bimoye will have more and more opportunities for you to lead alone."

"Hah." Ursula smiled: "He alone lets him do something more, otherwise he always doesn't talk and pretend to be deep, making people feel that they are getting older." His shoulder said: "I said Bemoyer, do you have to entertain some entertainment today?"

Bimoye shook his hand away: "You are annoying."

With the advancement of the army's superiority, the original Demon Moon Army's Idso Camp in the Volcan Mountains was also moved to the more forward-looking Dragon Acropolis. Inside the city camp, tall and burly, tanned generals of the southern front, Philippe Ruhr looked at the paper with a deep color from Tong Yishi.

Ruy's lieutenant general Hui asked: "General, what is the letter, is it bad news?"

"It's a letter from Xidu."

"Western Capital?" Huy said strangely: "Why is the western front of the empire sending information here, what is the important thing?"

"Shield killed Munner."

Huy exclaimed: "Muna is dead! How is this possible? I heard that he gained the strength of the King of War last year, how could he die easily."

Ruhr sighed: "It is indeed dead, it was killed yesterday afternoon." At this time the night had passed zero.

"This..." Huy was still a little unbelievable: "Muna once led a soldier under your generals, and you often pointed and taught him, and even taught him some tricks of the sword master. With his strength , Even in the sixth-order state, it is not easy to die."

"It is because of this that I feel even more sorry."

Huy said, "Do you want to tell his younger brother, Dragon Soul General Muto?"

Ruhr hesitated for a long time: "Tell him that this is something he should know."

"But will this affect him?" Huy said: "It is the time of war. If he affects the army because of grief, it will bring negative emotions to his soldiers and affect his judgment on the battlefield. "

Ruhr shook his head: "I believe he won't be like this."

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