Griffin's Son-in-law

"I'll go to the frontline battlefield to arrange the defense line first, and then go there after you have arranged it from the back. Remember to send me your location information when the time comes."

"Okay, remember to wear a cover-up to come out, there are all iron and blood here."

The disturber finally reminded him and hung up the phone. After that, Lu Ming glanced at the direction of his dormitory and walked back.

outside.

There are battlefield facilities not far from the headquarters.

There is a Griffin echelon stationed here. Looking around, it almost surrounds the entire headquarters in a semi-circle shape. This is the line of defense outside the headquarters, and it is also the only line of defense outside the entire headquarters.

However, at this moment, the echelons on this line of defense encountered some troubles.

The dense hail of bullets covered the sky above this line of defense, almost suppressing the Griffin squad guarding inside the line of defense out of the protective area.

The Griffin team inside the defense line is naturally also counterattacking, but the cooperation is poor. It looks like a group of temporary mercenaries with no quality at all. Many echelons have already suffered injuries and collapsed.

"PP2000! Contact the commander! Without his command and only one order, we can't make a decent counterattack at all!"

Inside the defense line, a small team had already retreated from the defense line, among them FNP9 called out to her teammates, with a look of eagerness on her face.

But PP2000 is more eager than her:

"I can't get in touch! Now the commanders are preparing for the transfer before the escort, and there are not many commanders who can be free to command us!"

"Then what should we do, if we continue like this, we won't even be able to retreat, the injuries on Type 92..."

Saying that, FNP9 and PP2000 looked at Form 92 squatting in the corner and clutching his shoulders in pain at the same time.

If Lu Ming were here, he would definitely shout, 92-style, why are you injured again? 92-style.

Well, the Type 92 guy was the guy who was beaten to a functional standstill by Iron Blood, and later made Lu Ming meet the Type 97 guy because of her.

And the current team is exactly the team that Lu Ming rescued from the conference area and the Kaiser some time ago.

But this time, the situation of Type 92 was not as bad as last time. She still maintained a certain ability to move, and said to her teammates with difficulty:

"Why don't you leave me alone, just leave me here, I don't want to be a drag on you again."

While talking, the Type 92 looked back at the battlefield, and told them with dark eyes:

"This war, without the command of the commanders, we can't win at all. Without the command, the gap between us and those iron blood is too big..."

"However, if... my seniors were here... maybe it would be different..."

At the end, Type 92 muttered to himself.

Chapter 380 The Third Long-lost Type 92 Squad

Type 92 looked at the current battle situation. This time, due to the sudden attack, the commanders could not be contacted quickly and had no time to command. The iron-blooded attack was closer to their defense line than before.

Especially the leader, a crazy woman with long white hair and a blindfold, had rushed to their line of defense, causing the line of defense to almost collapse, and a doll was injured by her almost in the first shot. They were a group of tactical dolls who lacked command. , can't stop that woman at all.

But... if her seniors with superior performance were here...

Thinking of this in Type 92, when she recalled the strengths of her seniors, she couldn't help thinking that with them, she would definitely be able to hold this line of defense.

But when she was thinking this way, her teammate FNP9 couldn't help but speak:

"Don't think about that! Those seniors of yours are responsible for guarding the headquarters, how could they be sent to do this kind of task! The current situation, we can only rely on ourselves..."

"Too."

Hearing what his teammates said, the eyes of Type 92 dimmed, and he didn't refute.

It seems that the news that Lu Ming got the Type 95 and other teams while he was in custody has not been spread yet.

At this moment, FNP9 looked at the battlefield not far away, narrowed his gaze, and suddenly said:

"Damn it! That iron-blooded lunatic is rushing towards us, get ready to protect Type 92, PP2000!"

While calling his teammates, FNP9 kept complaining:

"In the final analysis, why did this group of iron blood attack at this time! They used to attack during the day or at night, and the sunrise and sunset were clearly the time for them to retreat. Why did they attack at this time this time? Come here! Our commanders... have just chosen this time and are preparing to switch defenses!"

"Stop complaining!"

While loading his gun, PP2000 looked at the alchemist who was about to approach them, and said:

"Persist a little longer, the team that will switch defenses is coming, we must wait until the reinforcements arrive!"

"She's here!"

In the blink of an eye, the alchemist had already arrived in front of them. FNP9 and PP2000 immediately wanted to think about how to stop the iron blood, but at this moment, they saw the 92-style on the ground, gritted their teeth and stood up from the ground, and then Hit the alchemist.

"Don't go, Type 92!"

FNP9 and the others exclaimed, but it was already too late. Facing the Griffin figure rushing towards him, the alchemist kicked her aside in disdain.

Then when she wanted to chase after him to make up the knife, she saw this Griffin figure named Type 92, got up from the ground again, and rushed out of the defense line stumbling.

Seeing the 92-style movements, FNP9 and PP2000 immediately understood what she meant.

She was trying to lure the alchemists away so they could escape.

Seeing this scene, FNP9 and the others bit their lips, how could they abandon their companions and run away.

"It's interesting, you want to seduce me?"

Seeing Type 92 fleeing, the alchemist instantly understood the other party's intentions, but instead of catching up immediately, she stood there leisurely, glanced at the two teammates protected by Type 92, and then at the one who fled outside the line of defense. Form 92, the alchemist laughed:

"Okay, then I'll catch up with that guy first, and then take care of the two behind. Anyway, none of you can escape my grasp."

After all, FNP9 found that the alchemist had disappeared in front of her. In her astonished eyes, she saw that the alchemist caught up with the escaped Type 92 almost in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, FNP9 suddenly understood the performance gap between these human figures and the iron-blooded leaders.

When facing the Alchemist's Form 92, his expression was even more unbelievable, as if he hadn't figured out why the other party had such a fast speed.

Seeing her surprise, the alchemist said:

"Praise our iron-blooded humanoid, Griffin's low-level humanoid, our iron-blooded humanoid, already has better performance, let alone a humanoid like you that is not outstanding among Griffins, it is simply a reptile among reptiles .”

"It should be your honor to die by my hands."

As the alchemist spoke, he raised the weapon in his hand. At that moment, despair appeared on the face of the 92-style.

But at this moment, a gunshot interrupted the alchemist's movements.

The weapon in her hand changed direction very quickly, and she turned around to knock down the bullets fired at her, but at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Type 92 and stretched out her hand towards Type 92.

"Don't try to save her!"

The alchemist's reaction speed was very fast. Just as he blocked the bullet from behind, he exchanged hands with the Griffin figure rushing forward. Created a human form, and rescued the 92-style.

Damn, is it a cover? !

The alchemist immediately understood that the doll he was fighting with now was only responsible for holding him back, and someone else was responsible for saving people.

This is indeed the case, when Type 92 was rescued, the doll responsible for delaying her lost his fighting spirit, and quickly broke away from her and retreated.

The situation changed between turning around, and Type 92 was rescued. The alchemist did not show much anger. Instead, she looked at the opposite team and grinned:

"Cooperate with the experienced Griffin team, and finally meet some guys who can fight."

Opposite the alchemist, the Type 95 pointed a gun at her and remained silent.

And Form 97 has already let go of Form 92, which was rescued by him, and he sized him up with worry on his face:

"92, are you okay? You look badly hurt..."

Regarding the care in the 97 style, the 92 style did not answer her, but just looked at the other party with a look of astonishment:

"Type 97...and Type 95, why are you here?"

"We're here to support the line."

The person who answered her was JS9. She and Type 79 came not far away. It seemed that she was the one who just shot the alchemist.

Seeing these two guys, the astonishment on Type 92's face was even greater, and she couldn't help muttering:

"Your team, they're all here..."

Just after muttering, Form 92 reacted, and the expression on his face immediately became joyful:

"Did the headquarters send you over to support us?!"

"Do not."

Type 95 said something surprising:

"We came to fight with the commander."

The Type 95 replied without looking back, not realizing how much shock this brought to the Type 92 team.

"Your team...you actually have a commander?"

The one who asked this question was FNP9 who had just walked towards his teammates.

Chapter 380 The Fourth Alchemist

"Our commander..."

Type 95 looked back at the tactical figure who asked him questions, then raised his chin:

"Well, he's here."

FNP9 looked back immediately, but saw a person he didn't expect.

"Commander Lu Ming?"

FNP9's ​​face brightened. Since the other party rescued their team from the meeting room last time, she wanted to thank the other party again, but she had never had the chance.

Now, to meet him again on the battlefield, FNP9 is of course very happy.

But when she looked behind the other party, the tactical doll teams, and several famous Griffin ace dolls in the team, FNP9 suddenly froze.

She also finally understood the meaning of the words in Type 95's mouth.

"Commander Lu Ming...became powerful again."

PP2000 was standing beside her, and also seeing Lu Ming's arrival, she murmured a sigh.

FNP9 nodded silently, thinking that the opponent has not only become stronger, but has become the commander they can only look up to.