Armor: I can only summon the general

When Hua He was discussing this matter with Dongshan, he mentioned that Dongshan should take the initiative to intervene and guide public opinion appropriately to protect the privacy of the armor summoner.

Dongshan never expected that just one day after his website was launched, he would have to personally act as a troll to cover for his brothers.

He felt quite uneasy at the thought of directing and acting to deceive people, and he didn't know if it would be useful.

After some ideological struggle, Dongshan put his hand on the laptop and was ready to get started.

Before starting, he also specially prepared another laptop and desktop computer. He will use three computers to post continuously in a very short time, so as to maximize efficiency.

After some preparations, Dongshan quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, typed a piece of text into the dialog box, and sent it using the boss account.

Immediately afterwards, he switched to a desktop computer and started to post without thinking using the Shuiyou account. After posting a few posts in a row, he continued to post on another laptop and upvoted the post in a short period of time.

The content of this post was what he had thought about a long time ago. It mainly explained to netizens the importance of armored warriors, the importance of the true identity of the person summoned by the armor, and the risks that may be encountered after the identity is exposed. Finally, he emphasized It's not easy to become an armored warrior.

The entire article is Dongshan's personal true feelings. This article has said everything that can be said. The content in the subsequent posts is not all nonsense. It just continues to elaborate on a certain point of view. The core content remains unchanged. of.

Dongshan's hands were a little sore after doing it so hard, so he stopped reading the post to give others some time to react.

He suddenly felt thirsty, so he went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. A few minutes later, when he sat back in front of the computer, he discovered that the post pinned to the top of the website was the one he posted.

It has only been less than half an hour since he posted, and the popularity of the post has exceeded that of many posts speculating on the true identity of the summoner.

Dongshan quickly moved the mouse to look at other people's comments. He couldn't help but wonder, and the more he looked at them, the faster his heart beat.

The comments below are roughly divided into two groups. One group agrees with Dongshan's point of view, and the other group is refuting Dongshan.

Those who agreed tried their best to give examples and strongly objected to others continuing to dig deeper into the identity of the summoner, while those who objected also pushed back in a reckless manner.

Of course, there are also a handful of extremely extreme posts among the threads. They threaten to ask armor summoners to hand over their summoners and allow citizens to openly vote to choose the appropriate summoner to summon armor, so that they can better protect more people. citizens.

On the surface, he seems to be public-minded and seems to be doing the best for everyone, but in fact, his belly is full of male thieves and female prostitutes, and his heart is full of sinister selfish desires.

In hard science fiction novels, this statement will generally be recognized by most people, but this is just a brainless fan fiction. Although it is not very enjoyable, this statement will never be recognized.

As soon as this provocative post was posted, it was immediately scolded by netizens from the other two factions, and was eventually washed away by waves of words.

In short, most of the people who commented were still defending the Armored Warriors. After seeing these posts, Dongshan understood the meaning of Hua He's previous words.

"It turns out that this is the power of the people."

Dongshan's hands suddenly no longer felt sore and his mouth no longer thirsty. He was full of energy and typed hard on the keyboard, single-handedly motivating netizens on the entire website to post with him and spreading his views further on the Internet. farther.

When discussing how to guide public opinion in Happy Castle, Hua He told three people each about a method. Now the other two have not made any move, and Dongshan has achieved some results.

Before Dongshan could feel complacent, his troubles followed.

Still because of the Wind Eagle Man's selfie, the website was constantly flooded with people. Because there were so many people, the website crashed after a while.

Dongshan shook his head and sighed, poured all the coffee in the cup into his mouth, stretched and started his maintenance work.

In an unfinished building on the outskirts of the city, Xizhao's condition became worse and worse. He performed a minor operation on himself. Although the tracking chip in his body was taken out and destroyed, because he did not have any treatment methods and sterile conditions, the incision was The open wound can only be wrapped with clothes and wait for it to heal slowly on its own.

Before the operation, his "scalpel" had not undergone any disinfection measures, and he had not replenished enough energy in the past few days, so the wound not only did not grow well, but also tended to become inflamed.

Xizhao felt very hungry. In the past few days, he had difficulty moving and could not go far, so he could only look for food nearby.

But this is a blocked place, no one comes without talking, not even many small animals. He has been eating rats these days to get here.

When he opened his eyes today, he found something strange about the wound on his abdomen, and his forehead began to feel warm. He knew that the wound was infected, and if it was not treated in time, he would probably have to admit it.

At this time, the first person that Xizhao thought of was not the doctor, but Bing'er.

If he died here, Bing'er would have to wait for death in the Kaio's lair, so he couldn't die. He still had to save Bing'er and send the Kaio to hell with his own hands. He still had many things to do. Do.

"I can't die...I can't die now...otherwise all these years of suffering...will be...in vain...I want to...live...to take revenge...Bing'er..."

Xizhao muttered, gritted his teeth and supported his body to stand up, walked down the stairs step by step, and walked hard outside the blockade.

Half an hour later, he climbed over the triple blockade with difficulty, reached the roadside, and moved along the road into the city.

After walking for a long time, he finally saw a taxi and stopped it with his hand, but he didn't see that the taxi didn't show that it was empty.

In addition to the driver, there was a beautiful girl in the back seat.

Originally, the driver didn't want to stop the car. When he saw Xizhao walking with a limp, he was afraid that there was something wrong with this man and he would be responsible if anything happened.

But the girl took the initiative and asked the driver to pull over and take Xizhao with her. The driver had no choice but to stop on the side of the road.

Xizhao opened the passenger door and got into the car without even bothering to fasten his seat belt. He gave the driver the few coins he had and asked him to take him to the hospital.

The taxi driver saw that he had a bad look on his face. He must be sick. He didn't want to pull him away at first, but now he was even more resistant. However, the girl in the back seat hurriedly urged the driver to take Xizhao to the hospital first.

The driver looked depressed. For the sake of money, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the hospital.

After speeding all the way to the hospital, Xizhao was already unconscious. The girl quickly got out of the car and helped him into the hospital and handed him over to the nurse.

Seeing Xizhao's appearance, the nurse quickly called on her colleagues to push the ambulance bed, and rushed to the operating room while pushing the ambulance bed.