94. The Birth of a Hero
More than 200 generals and officers of the Southeast Army gathered in the spacious conference room. There were more than a dozen rows of seats under the innermost ceremony table. Each of them was told their seat number when entering the venue for inspection. Lin Huan's seat was in a very back position. Here, the colonel had the lowest rank, with about seventy people, while more were brigade generals, at least one hundred.
In the imperial system, the brigade general is a watershed between the general and the school official, and basically it is also the end of the career of ordinary officers. Without a strong enough background, extraordinary military talents, or poor luck and no chance to perform, then his career as a soldier is destined to stop here. In Lin Huan's original plan, the goal he set for himself was the brigade general, and he knew it was impossible to go up. Even his grandfather Lin Qi stayed until he was thirty-six years old before he was promoted from brigade general to major general.
The Brigadier General is the standard configuration for the head of the brigade-class fleet. A standard brigade is full of 500 warships and 300 support ships, which is also the minimum standard for the independent fleet. The ninth special service fleet, which Lin Huan previously commanded, with only a dozen ships, is actually a unique phenomenon of the Expeditionary Force. According to normal circumstances, he should have been affiliated with a certain brigade-class fleet and commanded one of the squadrons.
In the venue, the officers sat in their seats, whispered, waiting for Marshal Wilder, who was summoning them, and they could see the reporters who had already set up their equipment. They were sure that their every move would be photographed and played in the eyes of the people of the entire empire. Lin Huan sat expressionlessly, the collar of the dress and coat blocked his chin, and his whole body exuded the aura of being unaware of the stranger. However, his too young and conspicuous appearance still attracted the attention of many people. From time to time, officers in front looked back at him. The martial arts cultivation level who had been promoted to the sixth rank of Tianmen also allowed Lin Huan to hear the whispers in the venue clearly. His name was repeatedly mentioned, and his grandfather's.
However, what upset him the most was the guy who was sitting on his right hand and chewing betel nuts. The creaking sound was not stopped for a moment. Lin Huan turned his head and looked at the other person. After a moment, the other person turned his head and looked at him. A honest smile appeared on his face in the square Chinese character. He took out a pack of betel nuts from his pocket and handed them to Lin Huan.
"Do you want it too?"
Lin Huan looked at the other party's kind but unconscious smile and silently turned his face back.
"No, thank you."
——He doesn’t bully honest people.
At about twelve o'clock, Marshal Wilder stepped onto the podium, and all the officers stood up to salute, brushing red and white military dresses with decorative swords, with gold on his shoulders, and the visual effect was first-class. Marshal Wilder's eyes showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and he began his speech with great emotion and strong voice. The officers under the podium stood up straight and listened in a solemn manner. God knew anyone had heard a word.
Lin Huan thought of what happened when he went to the Military Affairs Office to report yesterday. He had just arrived in a strange place in the southeast, so it was normal to be suppressed. But assigning him to the logistics fleet to transport supplies, this suppression has exceeded the limit. What's more, the fat man's attitude yesterday was too arrogant, and he was bullied as a civilian officer with no background. If he had no brain problems, he was instructed by someone behind his back.
If you want to say that the person he offended in the Southeast, Lin Huan could think of only the one... the surname Ansen.
Deputy Commander of the Southeast Guards, Commander of the Second Army, and Marquis Dougridge Anson.
"Hey...hey! What's wrong with you!? You..."
The sudden commotion in front pulled Lin Huan's thoughts back from the sky. A brigade general in the queue suddenly fell forward and was almost held by people around him, so he didn't really fall down. He seemed to have fainted, and Marshal Wilder on the podium also stopped his speech and ordered people to be sent out for medical treatment. Without warning, the person lifted by several officers suddenly screamed in pain.
——In the splashing scarlet blood, a huge blue petal poked out from the howling officer's back. The crystal-like petals extended toward the roof of the venue. The unknown posture was imprinted into the eyes of everyone present without reservation.
"It's from the Borbos..."
The exclamation came to an abrupt end.
The live broadcast screen is transmitted to various parts of the empire through the optical network.
The people sitting in front of the light screen looked at the huge blue flower in horror. The officers in the venue stood there, motionless, as if time had stopped, and even the sound disappeared completely. Marshal Wilder, who had his mouth open on the podium, looked shocked and raised his head...
After a few seconds of death, the officers began to kill each other.
Guns and other weapons were not allowed to be carried into the venue. The officers waved the decorative etiquette swords, or fists naked, and launched an indiscriminate attack on the people around them. Their eyes were dull, and even if their heads were cut off, they had no expression on their faces, just like □□ controlled dolls. The scene was extremely bloody and cruel. Many of the people watching the live broadcast could not bear such an impact and fainted in front of the screen.
This is a conspiracy.
Everyone present had undergone a scan and inspection when entering the venue, and their carrying items were also inspected one by one. However, if they were swallowed into the body, it was not surprising that the seeds of the Borbos tribe, which were no different from ordinary stones, were judged to be stoned in the body.
Someone used this funny oath-taking ceremony to capture the vast majority of senior officers of the entire Southeast Guard Army.
In this chaotic and desperate scene, a slowly moving figure gradually attracted everyone's attention.
It was a very unfamiliar face for everyone in front of the light screen, and even the soldiers of the Southeast Army. The square face was stained with large pieces of scarlet blood. He gritted his teeth and the blue veins on his forehead, as if he was suffering from unimaginable pain... Suddenly, he let out a wild roar, his body flashed violently, and he collided like a meteor to the flower of disaster that bloomed faintly not far away.
Head bumping, punching, tearing hands, people in front of the light screen stared at the figure that seemed crazy, watching him attack the Borbos tribe in the venue alone. The officers in the fight seemed to have received some kind of call, and they all stopped and rushed towards him, a sword stabbed into his body, and then another...
I don't know who knocked down the camera, and the picture fell down rapidly, with interference ripple appearing. Countless people in the empire held their breath, hitting them from the bottom of their hearts, looking forward to and longing for the appearance of miracles.
The last scene people saw was when he roared and smashed the crystal-like blue flower with a fierce punch.
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Lin Huan opened his eyes again. It was noon the next day.
He lay on the bed of the base hospital, his limbs, necks and torso were tightly bound by restraint rings, like a white mouse placed on the laboratory bench. After receiving the notice, the doctor who rushed over asked him about mentally retarded questions such as "What is your name?", "How old is this year?", "One plus one equals what". He finally untied his restraints and briefly explained the situation to him.
In short, a newly awakened Borbos juvenile body appeared in the big conference room yesterday. He was attacked by the other party's spiritual attack. Fortunately, he was not dead and was rescued. Then he came here.
Because he was controlled for a short time, he did not experience any sequelae such as amnesia or dementia. Because of his superb martial arts and high cultivation, he had no injuries. After the doctor's examination, he said that he would stay in the hospital for another day and could apply for discharge.
Lin Huan called Lu Dingbo.
"Martei Wild died, and another general, two lieutenant generals, one major general, more than a dozen brigade generals and colonels were killed, and many were seriously injured... In short, this time I had a lot of fun."
Lu Dingbo looked very tired. He probably hadn't had time to rest since yesterday. Such a big thing happened, and the entire Southeast Army must have been in chaos.
"There is also the influence of public opinion." Lu Dingbo on the screen rubbed his temples, and a hint of worry was faintly revealed in his voice. "Yesterday's live broadcast is now being circulated on Guang.com. I have a bad news to tell you... You killed Marshal Wilder yesterday and almost beheaded our hero with one sword. Now Guang.com has given you a nickname called the Red and White Evil Ghost."
Lin Huan narrowed his red and white eyes and opened the live video sent by Lu Dingbo. After the Borbos tribe launched a spiritual attack, all of them began to kill each other. Marshal Wilder also jumped off the podium with his sword, but he luckily ran into Lin Huan and his head was cut off by his sword... Lin Huan looked at himself mercilessly killing his colleagues in the army, watching the guy named "hero" rushing over to attack the Borbos tribe, watching him rushing towards the guy, and waved the sword in his hand.
He remembered that 'hero', yes, the one who kept chewing betel nut next to him.
The news of this incident was overwhelming on the Internet. Any media channel that opened was talking about it. Lin Huan's conspicuous appearance and his "feat" of killing Marshal Wilder attracted him a lot of attention, and there were voices of cursing and demanding sentences everywhere.
In comparison, the hero who saved this crisis was pushed to the altar by people.
"I... actually didn't think about anything, that..."
In the images of the official press conference, the heroic colonel Du Tiedan, who was interviewed, scratched her head shyly and smiled honestly, showing eight white teeth.
Chapter completed!