"Then...that's that?"

Looking at the figure running towards him, the reporters were stunned for a moment, then picked up the camera and took a slash at the figure.

"This should be the legendary Thunder General Vivian, right?"

"Depending on the age of the general and the uniform he was wearing, this must be Vivian."

"I have only seen him in newspapers and live videos in the past, but I didn't expect that I really have the chance to see his true face this time!"

Everyone suddenly became excited, as if they had completely forgotten that they were still in the midst of war.

However, when Gordon approached the armored vehicle and slapped the window frantically, they finally reacted, and then a disappointed expression appeared on their faces.

"What, it turns out to be fake?"

"I just say, as the most famous general of the Navy, how could the Thunder Swordsman come down alone to take the lead?"

"I don't know who this guy is. He is so brave that he actually dares to pretend to be the Thunder General."

"I'm afraid I'm going to highlight my presence."

The reporters said and said, and from time to time, they picked up the camera and took a few photos at Gordon's face. Looking at his unhappy look, he seemed to have already thought of the news title in his heart, and planned to expose the "clown" in front of him after he went back to achieve the goal of letting the world ridicule Gordon.

However, when Gordon saw that the people sitting in the armored car had no intention of opening the door for him, he became extremely impatient. The door was even more intense and he shouted in front of the door: "Hey! Which newspaper are you from? Can't you recognize who I am?"

"Who are you?"

Everyone pointed their nostrils at Gordon with disdain and asked contemptuously.

"Listen, I'm the number one person in the press today! The founder of "The Biography of the Thunder Swordsman", legendary journalist, the godfather of the magazine, Kitts Gordon!"

"Kitts Gordon?"

Fitzjelem stepped on the brakes.

On the side, all the reporters also frowned, and the contemptuous gaze just now retracted, and then turned into a skeptical expression.

"What did you use to prove that you are Kitts Gordon?"

"That's right, Kitts Gordon is not writing "Biography of the Thunder Swordsman" in the newspaper, why are he coming to the Red Clay Continent for?"

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"Did you also receive an invitation from the Revolutionary Army to come to film the evil deeds of the world government?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, all the reporters reacted again.

Isn’t this newspaper to which Kitts Gordon belongs to the World Government?

This guy was clearly found by those celestial dragons to beautify themselves.

The position suddenly became opposite. After hearing Kitts Gordon's name, the reporters in the car became even less willing to open the door.

"Hey, open the door quickly. If a new round of artillery fire is bombed later, I will definitely be completely wiped out!"

Seeing that Fitzjeler and others still had no intention of opening the door, Gordon couldn't help but become more anxious. He directly raised his middle finger to Fitzjeler and despised Dafa, he said loudly: "I'm dead, there is no follow-up to the Biography of Thunder Sword Hero. In the future, you will never see this series of magazines for sale!"

The words fell.

The reporters in the car were stunned for a moment again. After about a few seconds, they seemed to have reacted, and their expressions gradually became terrified.

"What?!"

"The Biography of Thunder Swordsman will not be updated again?"

"Then why should I fall asleep in the future?"

"I can't accept it. I have collected nine volumes of "Biography of Thunder Swordsman". I have also bought the extra chapter. You even said you won't sell it again. Who can accept it!"

"Damn it, don't joke about it. "Biography of Thunder Swordsman" is my original intention to join the reporter's industry! How can I stop at it if I say it!"

Crying and scolding filled the spacious armored vehicles.

However, Gordon's expression at this moment is like this: convex (゜装゜メ)

"So, wouldn't this happen if you open the door? Open the door quickly, bastard!!!"

The words fell.

boom--!

The shell landed less than 20 meters away from Gordon. The powerful impact force caused him to be blown away. After rolling along the mud for a long distance, Fitzjiell finally came back to his senses, quickly turned the front of the car and drove quickly to Gordon.

"Quick, get in the car!"

"Cough...Cough cough..."

Gordon struggled to get up from the ground, and in a very embarrassed manner, was finally carried into the car by a group of reporters.

At the same time, after successfully landing, Fujihu, who jumped down with him, rushed to another direction alone and quickly disappeared into the ruins and the jungle.

...

On the other side.

Following the elevator all the way to the bottom, seeing that the surrounding town in front of him had been bombed into pieces by bombs all over the sky, the Tianlong people were able to breathe a sigh of relief, then rode on the slaves kneeling on the ground, ordered the guards and the navy to walk ahead, and began to find a way for them.

Mary Choa's elevator is naturally more than that.

From left to right, there are as many as seven elevators in front of the stone wall, each of which can accommodate about 200 people.

Therefore, the people in Pangu City fled quickly, and in less than twenty minutes, four or five thousand people were transported below the Red Clay Continent.

The navy that had just landed was not idle. Under the threat of the Tianlong people, they raised their flintlock spears and continued to penetrate deep into the ruins, and began to investigate the traces of the revolutionary army.

At the same time, Musgarud Saint, who had taken his parents and servants, had also moved down from the Red Clay Continent on a lift. However, as soon as his front foot stepped on the ground, the magma on the stone wall erupted out and slowly flowed down the wall, frightening all the people and horses standing by nearby to escape.

"Damn..."

Glanced at the two lifts that had been scrapped under the attack of the magma, a senior executive of the Tianlong people couldn't help but frown, then looked at the CP0 members beside him and said, "How many people have not come down?"

"There are about 20,000 or 30,000 people."

"Twenty or thirty thousand people?"

When the Tianlongren heard this, he subconsciously rubbed his beard and then asked again: "Is it including the number of slaves and servants?"

"Yes, there are 15,000 slaves and about 5,000 servants. As for the remaining 10,000, of which 9,000 are elite navys in each branch and headquarters."

"That's it..."

The Tianlong nodded.

After pondering for about four or five seconds, he waved his hand and then said, "Call the bugs above, and all the slaves and servants who have not yet come down will be left on it. Let us put down our tribe members first, and then the navy."

"clear!"

...
Chapter completed!