Super Seminary: Start by making up the three seafood generals!

“…Welcome the King of Battle to return!”

In the center of the city, the Golden Claw God’s deep voice spread in all directions with great penetrating power.

The Beastmen soldiers who heard the words along the way were all shocked, and then they all raised their heads with fanatical expressions.

The guns in their hands are pointed to the sky, and countless artillery fire is tilted towards the sky like fireworks blooming!

"King! King! King!"

The grand voice gradually became unified and even spread beyond Tianhe City.

……

At this time, a hundred miles outside of Tianhe City, in the Tianhe Military Region.

The curtain door of a tent in the most central area of ​​the military base was suddenly lifted.

The next second, a figure wrapped in bandages and with a serious face walked out.

Sun Wukong looked towards the direction of Tianhe City in the distance, feeling the vibration under his feet, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

"With such a big commotion, what conspiracy do those damn robots have?"

Sun Wukong frowned, and a hint of fear flashed across his eyes as he spoke. He subconsciously raised his hand to his chest, stroking the unhealed wound through the bandage.

tread!tread!tread!

Suddenly, footsteps were heard beside Sun Wukong, and a slightly low voice came from a distance.

"Did you notice that they seemed to be making some moves?"

Middle-aged Zhao Xin, holding a dark golden spear, approached Sun Wukong with a tired face.

"Old Zhao, you're here!" Sun Wukong glanced at him and nodded.

"With such a big commotion, it's hard not to know. I guess even those guys felt it!"

"A new war is not far away!"

Listening to Sun Wukong's words, the middle-aged Zhao Xin's expression darkened. He held the spear and looked into the distance with a complicated expression.

"Yes, the storm is coming!"

Sun Wukong on the side remained silent.

As if noticing Sun Wukong's strangeness, the middle-aged Zhao Xin glanced at him, patted his shoulder, and spoke in a comforting tone.

"Don't think too much. There is more than just you in this world now. Xiaolun Chuangzi and the others have already grown up and everyone can stand on their own!"

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Take good care of your injuries. The earth will still need you in the future!"

After the middle-aged Zhao Xin finished speaking, he walked away quickly without waiting for Sun Wukong to react.

This made Sun Wukong stunned, and after a long time, a smile flashed across his face.

"You're actually trying to comfort me, Old Sun. Haha... I'm getting old after all!"

Sun Wukong laughed a few times, raised his hand to the void, and grasped the scarred golden cudgel in his hand.

Holding the golden cudgel, the bandaged Sun Wukong waved it with ease on the open ground. Along with the sound of breaking wind, an extremely melodious voice spread in all directions.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, but you share the same robe with me!"

The resolute voice instantly traveled across several hundred meters and was transmitted into a command room.

Everyone in the command room who were discussing the matter looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This is Monkey's voice!"

Ge Xiaolun, who was sitting at the left seat in the command room, spoke in a firm tone.

"Great Sage?" Mr. Huang, who was sitting in the main seat, listened to Ge Xiaolun's words, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

"Isn't the Great Sage recuperating from his injuries? Could it be that he has recovered?"

boom!

The door of the conference room was suddenly opened, and a voice came from outside the door, answering Mr. Huang's question before Ge Xiaolun did.

"Old Sun's injury has not healed yet, so he can't participate in the next operation!"

Middle-aged Zhao Xin walked in with a gun in hand, looking calm.

Seeing the middle-aged Zhao Xin suddenly rushing in, everyone in the Xiongbing Company showed joy on their faces.

"Master, where have you been? The meeting is already halfway through!"

"Coach Zhao, you're here!"

"Xiao Zhao, here you come."

"Master, there's a seat here." Zhao Xin patted the empty seat next to him.

"Let's continue the meeting." After sitting down, the middle-aged Zhao Xin frowned slightly as he saw everyone still staring at him.

"Okay, let's continue the meeting. Where were we just talking about..."

Looking at the middle-aged Zhao Xin's indifferent attitude towards him, feeling despised, Old Huang's face darkened slightly, a hint of anger emerged in the depths of his eyes, but he pretended to be calm on the surface.

"Mr. Huang, you just mentioned that there are latest orders from above!" Lianfeng, who was listening, spoke up.

Hearing Lian Feng's reminder, Huang Lao nodded, posed with full attitude and said:

"Tianhe City has been occupied for several months. In order to recover the lost territory and find out the reasons for the inexplicable behavior of the robots not long ago, the higher-ups have decided to let the Xiongbing Company and the Tianhe Provisional Military Region organize a threatening anti-aggression war!"

"Let these invaders know that we..."

Mr. Huang spoke excitedly, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by the middle-aged Zhao Xin who stood up with a cold expression.

boom!

"Which good-for-nothing above gave this order? Does he understand the situation at the front?"

A flash of anger flashed across the middle-aged Zhao Xin's face, and he slammed his hand hard on the table in the command room.

"Coach Zhao, are you questioning the decision?"

After being slammed on the table by the middle-aged Zhao Xin, Mr. Huang no longer relied on his seniority to bully others. He even stopped calling him Xiao Zhao. He stood up with a grim look on his face and confronted him.

Seeing that the middle-aged Zhao Xin was unmoved, Old Huang looked angrily at Dukao, who had been silent on the side.

"This is the team you manage, Lianfeng, Kao, you really gave me a big surprise!"

"Instructor Zhao is a non-staff member..." Lianfeng pushed up her glasses and answered, while Dukao beside her continued to drink tea calmly, as if he didn't hear Mr. Huang's question and didn't even look at him.

"Okay, okay, it looks like you guys are planning to rebel. Wait for the military court, you guys!" Seeing Lianfeng and Dukao's perfunctory response, Old Huang sat down, holding his chest with his hands, his face turned pale with anger.

Hearing his threats, the middle-aged Zhao Xin became even angrier.

"You should be court-martialed!"

"Tell me, what's the point of those ordinary soldiers joining the war?"

"The Tianhe City Temporary Military District was established for only 96 days, and the death toll exceeded million, an average of more than deaths per day!"

"Faced with the group of steel monsters of the Beast Tribe that are nearly ten meters tall, how can ordinary soldiers with guns and cannons fight against these monsters?"

"Let me ask you, did you use your cerebellar atrophy brain before giving the order?"

"You know, a month ago, the Beast Tribe showed up on a large scale with a military formation similar to the hexagram formation. Now our casualties ratio has reached several thousand to one!"

"This means that even if we use human lives to fill the gap, in this huge military region, with millions of lives, we can't even take away an army of others."

"There are dozens of such group armies in Tianhe City... Tell me, what's the point of letting those ordinary soldiers join the war?"

The middle-aged Zhao Xin asked one question at a time, and at the end, he stood directly in front of Mr. Huang, grabbed Mr. Huang's collar with his hands, and lifted his fat body into the air.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Looking at the excited middle-aged Zhao Xin in front of him, a trace of nervousness flashed across Old Huang's face, and he struggled with his hands to pry open the middle-aged Zhao Xin's palm on his chest.

"That's enough, stop!"

At this time, Ge Xiaolun finally reacted to the shock and immediately stepped forward to stop the middle-aged Zhao Xin.

Liu Chuang and Zhao Xin on the side looked at the scene in front of them hesitantly, not knowing what to do.

"Instructor Zhao, is there any misunderstanding between you and Mr. Huang?" Liu Chuang tried to smooth things over awkwardly.

"There is no misunderstanding. Either he leaves today or I leave!" The middle-aged Zhao Xin had a cold expression on his face.

"I will not allow a commander whose war vision is still within the planet to command me!"