Heinrich didn't know how he had survived those hours. He was already numb. He was thrown out of the room with his bare butt, and his mouth was blocked with indescribable things.
Although his guard captain covered his cloak on Heinrich at the first time, both the guard captain's pale face and the players who had quieted around him all proved that this matter could not be hidden.
The best medical staff among EU players visited the strangely injured person and shook their heads. This was not the injury they could deal with. What Heinrich needed was not the Holy Light Skill or first aid bandage, but high-end spells at the level of ‘rebroken limb rebirth’.
The members of Heinrich's private guards seemed to be dead, and they were in a panic all day long. The fox witch sent by the Witch Council to Heinrich were also thinking about how to explain to the Witch Council.
Only Sain looked gloating. If Heinrich's private guard had not taken over the subsequent matters in order to attack, he would have to consider running away.
Just looking at Heinrich's face, you can tell that he would not let the relevant personnel of this matter go easily.
Several senior officers in the camp gathered together for a meeting. They had to review themselves. The base camp was freely in and out, which not only caused more than a dozen casualties, but also killed the supreme commander. The most important thing was that the perpetrator and a captive left in such a swagger without taking away a cloud.
"We can first confirm that there are indigenous people involved in the attack." Commander A lowered his head and looked serious.
"Agree, the player caster cannot have such a powerful force. Two consecutive group teleportation techniques in a short period of time cannot be the power of the player." Commander B immediately continued: "We must face this problem. It will be very troublesome for the high-end forces of the indigenous people to intervene in our war."
"Have anyone seen the attacker's appearance?" Commander C sighed. He didn't want to ask this question. It was simply a shame. Their base camp was raided and beaten up. As a result, they could not even determine the identity and appearance of the attacker until now.
Even whether players are involved is a question.
A sudden silence fell into the conference room.
Commander D looked around in this awkward atmosphere and finally couldn't help asking: "I heard that General Heinrich was being—"
Commander D made a move to pull the radish under his crotch, which caused the officers around him to subconsciously clamp their legs and look bitter.
"Shh, stop talking about this. General Heinrich was obviously very shocked." Commander A's mouth twitched as he said this. In the past few hours, various healing spells and healing potions were sprinkled in, and finally saved Heinrich's life. The huge open wound caused psychological problems for many medical staff.
More than one person was wondering why Vitoria didn't just bear Heinrich, saving himself from suffering from suffering.
Heinrich remained awake throughout the operation and had no reaction, as if it was not his own body.
The senior officers here basically knew what happened back then and how bastard Heinrich was. They were also familiar with the name Vitoria, and even if there were unfamiliar ones, they were familiar with it now - a woman who could be called the king of broken eggs.
"Ahem, this is the command center, not the place for you to discuss gossip!" Lieutenant Colonel Smith knocked on the table, and all the commanders fell into silence again.
When the attack occurred, Lieutenant Colonel Smith was not in the camp. He led a team of people to sweep the greenskins outside, so now he can scold everyone without any psychological pressure. Anyway, he has no responsibility for the whole thing.
It’s just that the green skin gave him a little headache. Although the green skin in the black forest has not flooded, the green skin has always been an indispensable part of the black forest. It is difficult to suppress and destroy it. The establishment of every city on the far south continent started with the expulsion of the green skin.
However, this time the re-emerging green skin is different from the past. These green skins have learned to use firearms from somewhere, and they are particularly cunning and difficult to deal with.
Lieutenant Colonel Smith had already lost 70 or 80 people in the hands of the group of Green Skins. Now he is urging the American imperial players to do their best. After all, Green Skins was brought by them, so they cannot stay out of the matter.
"Do you have any good news, sir?" Commander B asked, looking at Lieutenant Colonel Smith, "We need some good news now to boost morale."
"The Youtonheims have loosened and have temporarily stopped harassing us." Lieutenant Colonel Smith replied: "But don't be too happy too early. They are waiting and watching. Once they find that we are not opponents of the New China people, in order to recover the 'mistake' during this period, they will definitely double down on the counterattack."
"On the other hand, if we have the upper hand, they will completely fall towards us." Commander C's face lit up: "It's indeed good news! Lieutenant Colonel, why didn't you say it earlier?"
"You count the conflict between us and New China, how many times have we gained the upper hand?" Lieutenant Colonel Smith glanced at the relatively young commander C: "When you have a few weeks with New China, if you are still so confident, you are ready to be promoted, I recommend you."
Commander C showed a confident smile, and was somewhat surprised at old-school officers like Lieutenant Colonel Smith, feeling that their generation had been beaten by the New China people.
"General Heinrich woke up, and he wanted to see all commanders." An officer walked in from outside. Although Heinrich had never lost consciousness from beginning to end, the word "awakened" was used quite accurately.
To be precise, Heinrich finally recovered his consciousness and woke up from his confused state: "Everyone is already very clear about my situation. I don't care how you talk about me behind the scenes."
When the commanders gathered in Heinrich's room, the son of the marshal, most likely the son of the future EU president, spoke, his voice hoarse as if he had just eaten two steel wool balls: "Catch Vitoria Gabriela with all his might. In a week I will see her head on my desk. After that period, you all draw lots, and the winner's one fell one level."
"I'm talking about the military rank in reality, everyone, work hard." Heinrich closed his eyes after saying that, and no longer looked at these officers with ugly faces.
Chapter completed!