The system has to be used even if it is pulled

In front of the Federal Building, a middle-aged federal general who was full of masculine charm raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the building in front of him frivolously, as if the building in front of him was not worth mentioning.

"Chester, you know what? Maybe I will live in this building soon. But this building is too shabby. I must renovate it in the future."

Unfortunately, the major behind him glanced at the communicator in his hand calmly, and then whispered a few words in his ear. The admiral's face changed drastically, and he muttered in disbelief: "Damn it, how could this happen? This was not what we discussed with Emperor Qin. The plan has changed, convene a meeting of nobles immediately."

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The federal military was in chaos at the moment. He Runze, as the commander-in-chief, tried to cover up the matter. Although he did not have complete control over the First War Zone, he still stubbornly controlled his subordinates and tried to suppress any possible situations before the army fell into chaos.

But the bad news that came one after another made him furious. Those who wanted to bring him down always made him exhausted, extremely angry, and almost fell into hysterics.

The First Federation War Zone was in chaos at the moment. The headquarters was attacked, the commander was missing, countless soldiers were killed, and several generals in the ruined headquarters hall were at loggerheads over the temporary command of the army.

And our Zhao Yuanlang is now hiding in the tank which is getting smaller and smaller and is about to be smashed into a pile of scrap metal.

The constant roar of hammering outside was like ten thousand birds chirping in his ears, and the huge impact force made Zhao Yuanlang feel as if his internal organs were displaced by a car.

Although the enemy kept taking his men down to try to force him to surrender, Zhao Yuanlang calmly watched through the observation hole as Ji Duoduan, Cecilius and other gendarmerie men were being driven around the tanks by the imperial soldiers like dead dogs.

Screams, cries, curses, and laughter were heard, but Zhao Yuanlang just closed his eyes, held his breath, and slowly practiced his skills, unmoved by the outside world.

Snap! The tank hatch above Zhao Yuanlang's head disappeared without a trace, leaving only a huge electromagnetic saw across the exit.

The surrounding Imperial soldiers held their guns tightly, aiming at the man in the cockpit who had brought great humiliation to the garrison.

Zhao Yuanlang just sat quietly in the chair, neither raising his hands in surrender nor opening his eyes. He just sat there like a stone Buddha in a Buddhist temple.

However, the imperial soldiers would not be so polite to Zhao Yuanlang. They hated the man who brought them shame, and used the gravity gun to suck him up. Blood flowed from his pores. Zhao Yuanlang looked at them calmly and closed his eyes again.

Zhao Yuanlang's blood was all over the cockpit. Looking at the calm man in front of them, the imperial soldiers surrounding Zhao Yuanlang suddenly felt that the captured man in front of them was so terrifying for some reason.

Until a burly colonel in his thirties pushed the crowd away with great momentum, kicked the bleeding Zhao Yuanlang away without saying a word, and at the moment when Zhao Yuanlang was about to fall to the ground, a figure flashed, grabbed Zhao Yuanlang's collar, and hit Zhao Yuanlang hard on the cheek with his right hand.

Zhao Yuanlang flew out in a spin and fell headfirst into the ground, without any reaction for a long time.

The burly colonel frowned, looked at Zhao Yuanlang who was stuck upside down, and signaled his men to pull him out.

Looking at Zhao Yuanlang's still calm face, the burly colonel gritted his teeth and whispered, "Second Lieutenant, you should be glad that I don't kill prisoners."

"Thank you, but your level is just average, not quite there yet." Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuanlang responded to the colonel with some mockery.

Then the colonel's fist, like a millstone, knocked Zhao Yuanlang away again, gritting his teeth and saying hatefully, "The marshal wants to see him, take him away. As for them, beat them up first. As long as you don't kill them, you can do whatever you want."

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The officers lined up in an orderly manner, looking at Zhao Yuanlang who was being escorted up from below with a smile on their faces.

"You're amazing. I have to praise you." Bai Jingrong patted Zhao Yuanlang on the shoulder, as if he was being inspected by a superior.

Zhao Yuanlang looked at Bai Jingrong with some mockery and said nothing, as if he was watching a joke.

The burly colonel on the right frowned and suddenly attacked Zhao Yuanlang with a black tiger heart-piercing move.

"Okay, Zhenxi, don't treat him like this. We are sure to win this war anyway. I believe their useless general will be invited to my camp soon. Let's cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, and drink three hundred cups at the party." Bai Jingrong picked up a glass of red wine on the table and drank it all.

Zhao Yuanlang lowered his head and closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Bai Jingrong didn't care about Zhao Yuanlang's attitude. He took the damage report and walked slowly back and forth in the big tent for a few laps. He said in surprise, "I'm curious. You are just a second lieutenant. How did you organize nearly a hundred people and defeat a garrison battalion of my empire? You almost broke through my camp. You deserve praise."

But then, Bai Jingrong turned to a major general of the military police behind him and said, "This is the first time the empire has been so disgraced since the war began. Find that major and send him to the empire's prison."

"Haha, no need. Your major is already dead, what a waste." Zhao Yuanlang grinned with his bloody teeth.

"Kill him! Kill him!" A group of officers in the big tent glared at Zhao Yuanlang, trying to kill him with their eyes.

Bai Jingrong waved his hand and shouted angrily: "Quiet!"

The big tent suddenly became quiet, as if one could hear a pin drop.

"All your men have been killed, except for the seven or eight captured gendarmes outside the big tent. Who gave you the courage to behead them?" Bai Jingrong looked at the young man in front of him who was extremely strong, but covered in rags and had no expression.

"Haha, a bunch of trash, just cannon fodder. Beheading? I just want to stay alive. As for them, isn't it good for me to give them a hope of living?" Zhao Yuanlang spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

After hearing what Zhao Yuanlang said, everyone in the big tent felt cold for some reason. A gust of wind blew into the big tent, and everyone felt frozen. Bai Jingrong's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was shocked by the answer, and soon calmed down. He squinted his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him who had his eyes closed. I don't know what he was thinking.

After a long while, Bai Jingrong slowly said, "Although your decapitation operation failed, I admire you very much. Are you willing to surrender? The position of major in the tank armored battalion is vacant."

Zhao Yuanlang slowly opened his eyes and looked at Bai Jingrong in front of him strangely, with a slight smile on his face: "Do you know the bait?"

The officers and generals in the tent looked at this common federal lieutenant in surprise, wondering why he said such irrelevant words.

"What do you mean?" Bai Jingrong narrowed his eyes and looked at the scarred young man in front of him.

"Come, come closer and I'll tell you." Zhao Yuanlang still looked at Bai Jingrong in front of him strangely.

"Bang!" The burly colonel Meng Zhenxi standing behind Bai Jingrong punched Zhao Yuanlang in the stomach.

Zhao Yuanlang fell to one knee after being hit by the punch, bent over, and it seemed that his abdomen had suffered quite serious injuries.

Meng Zhenxi looked down at Zhao Yuanlang on the ground and said disdainfully: "You'd better take a clear look at your current situation."

"You useless thing, cough cough, you are so weak." Zhao Yuanlang said provocatively, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Damn it! I'll send you to heaven now." Meng Zhenxi roared and swung his fist as big as a millstone towards Zhao Yuanlang's head. Bai Jingrong sighed and turned around slowly.