Wandering in Dragon Ball

The combat power of 11 is indeed very strong as a single entity, but if it is just this small amount of strength, it is still a small bug that can be easily killed in the face of a large military group accustomed to cooperative strategies.

If nothing else, the laser cannon developed purely through technology can completely kill the target after consuming the opponent's defensive barrier.

The most technologically powerful force in the Northern Galaxy is Frieza's Legion. They are very experienced in dealing with the natives of low-civilized planets.

Precisely because there is a way to kill No. 18 head-on at any time, everyone felt that this was actually a disguised form of military merit when they heard that the commander was cautiously planning to send dead soldiers to cause trouble.

Frieza's Legion has expanded greatly in the past few decades. Regardless of whether the new recruits are recruited independently or by force, when the number of people reaches a certain level, many vacant official positions will appear, giving many people the opportunity to rise to the top.

If you want to be an official, you must have military merit; if you want military merit, you must fight in wars.

The legionnaires who were originally loyal to Frieza were all promoted unless there were no major problems. Now most of the legionnaires who compete fiercely for military honors are affiliated legions.

Military merit can not only lead to promotions and titles, but can also be converted into points to go to the headquarters of the North Galaxy Communication Center to purchase weapons, land, population, and other things that can accelerate the development of civilization.

Because of this, the originally boring war can be brought to life by these commanders who can't move even after seeing military achievements.

A battle that could have been solved with one Death Star cannon can now be displayed with a fleet of star battleships for three whole days.

During this period of time, the senior cadres of the legion held meetings and thought about whether the decisive battle on Pluto could be extended into an interstellar war that lasted for half a month, but they were afraid that the people on earth would be too overwhelmed and would not be able to hold on for even half a day.

Everyone was a little excited when they heard that the commander had added the military merit of "beheading" to this decisive battle.

"Ahem, cough, cough... be quiet, everyone. In half an hour, the Military Commission will consider handing over the task to the most capable executor based on your task application. Please be patient!"

After hearing the commander's words, several leaders of the affiliated legions exchanged glances and then left in a hurry.

After hanging up the conference communication, the commander leaned back on the comfortable seat and let out a long sigh.

Staff officer Rocky, who had been standing nearby and paying attention to all this, flattered him: "Commander Cannes is wise!"

"Haha, where is the wisdom?"

"You not only used your military exploits to arouse the fighting desire of these subordinates, but also consumed their hidden strength. In this way, you will still be firmly seated as the commander of the th Army for decades..."

The commander known as Cannes sneered, looked at the staff officer and said, "Don't worry, I will give this position to you, so you don't have to stress your desire to survive."

Luo Qi blushed slightly and lowered his head.

His race tended to blush when they were nervous, and at this moment, he was very uneasy.

Fortunately, Cannes seemed to have no prejudice against him. He closed his eyes and waved his hand gently, saying: "As you said, give priority to the plan to consume them..."

"Yes!" Rocky breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly saluted, "For His Majesty Frieza! For the Thirty-sixth Legion!"

After saying that, he carefully left the command cabin with his body already soaked with sweat.

……

The three fighter jets roared past at low altitude, and bullets representing death continued to fly out from under the belly of the fuselage, harvesting the fleeing civilians on the ground.

A little blond girl who looked less than ten years old staggered and followed the crowd. Her face was still stained with tears, and her right hand was clutching a toy doll with a broken left leg.

The little girl's parents had been dispersed by the crowd not long ago. Until now, apart from fear and confusion, only the motivation to escape was supporting her to follow the crowd.

There had been several wars in this town, so there were many air defense facilities. Except for a few unlucky ones who didn't have time to leave the center of the town, many people had safely hid in the dark and cold air raid shelters.

When passing the corner, someone bumped into her from behind. The little girl's feet stumbled and she fell directly to the ground.

The crowd behind her did not move away from her because she was curled up. Some adults stepped on her feet and hands unceremoniously, causing her to subconsciously let out a scream.

"Protect your head and move closer to the hard wall..."

The little girl's mind echoed with the common sense of evacuation taught by her teacher. She tried her best to avoid those huge leather shoes that could trample her to death, and leaned against the wall with difficulty like a small caterpillar that was constantly being washed away by the black tide.

Many eyes glanced at her body, but no one tried to help her.

The power of the crowd is ferocious. If anyone stays for one second longer, they may fall down and become trampled.

I'm afraid the people who designed the air-raid shelters never thought that too narrow passages would kill the refugees in advance.

The screams and heavy footsteps gradually faded away, and faint moans resounded in the dusty air.

The little girl was lucky, there were children and adults who fell like her and lost their breath forever.

Even so, her right hand was also broken, and her knee was in burning pain.

The doll lay quietly on the ground three meters away, its torn face stretched into a huge arc, as if it were mocking.

"Giggle..."

The sound of helicopter wings could be heard in the air.

With a sinister laugh, the sound of gunshots woke up the confused little girl.

The harvesting is still going on and the massacre is still going on.

A muscular man with a cigarette butt in his mouth casually leaned out of the helicopter and fired shot after shot at those who could still move.

"Okay, Mike, the captain and the others are gone, there's no need to kill them all."

The pilot slightly pulled up the stick and prepared to leave.

"Hey, wait, there's another one over there." The muscular man changed the magazine and stared at the helpless little girl on the ground.

"Baby, don't be afraid, I will smash your head directly. It won't hurt..." The muscular man moved the crosshair upward and opened fire.

"boom!"

Unexpectedly, a black shadow seemed to sweep past, and the little girl disappeared.

"Huh?" The two people on the helicopter were stunned.

Taking a closer look, a blond girl with an proud figure was holding the little girl and standing aside.

"Martial artist?" The muscular man grinned, "There are quite a few nosy people these days, and she is a beauty."

"She's lucky, let's go." The pilot pulled up the stick and the plane rose straight up.

The strength of warriors on the earth varies, and those who can save people from bullets should not be underestimated.

If the distance is too close, it is difficult to say whether even the aircraft will be destroyed.

The muscular man changed to a sniper rifle, took out the green bullets and replaced them with black tranquilizer bullets.

"Drive more carefully. If I can numb her, I'll take one with you when we play at night."

"Hey, just don't hit the head. Even if you break one hand, it's still the best." The pilot licked his tongue knowingly.

The girl who rescued people was so beautiful that the two of them still had the slightest intention of snatching her away.

However, they never thought about what kind of existence they were provoking.

"boom!"

No. 18 held the child with his left hand and gently lifted it with his right hand.

The bullet was clamped tightly between her fingers and she could no longer move.

"At least A-level, damn it!" Mike spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, glared at the girl on the ground, and took back his sniper rifle.

"Let's go!" The pilot broke into a cold sweat and accelerated the helicopter's ascent.

No. 18, who had a keen hearing, had already heard the conversation between the two in her heart. She smiled coldly and threw away the still warm warhead.

Scumbag, go to hell!

A beam of light penetrated the helicopter in the sky, and the explosion roared.

The little girl watched in amazement as the big sister who saved her destroyed the terrible enemy with just a flash of golden light.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." No. 18 faced the little girl with a smile and gently placed her on the ground. "The ambulance team from the Western Security Center will arrive in ten minutes. They will help you treat your wounds."

The little girl raised her head, and the girl seemed to become an untouchable light in front of her eyes.

"You're so awesome. What's your name?"

"Me? You can call me La Zili, or you can call me——

No. 18! "