"Haha, there are so many people." Pugachev appeared in the square, saw Tang Zheng, waved hello, and walked over.
As expected of a member of the top ten teams, he has a very flamboyant personality and does not show any worry at all. Of course, this is also Pugachev's strategy to draw other people's attention to the Warhammer team. After all, there are many people on the other side.
Will share the sight that falls on him.
"Who are you?" Li Huiwen stood up, stopped Pugachev, and pretended to protect Tang Zheng's safety.
"Don't worry, beauty, I am a friend from afar!" Pugachev raised his hands to show that there was no hostility.
This handsome Soviet man is tall, wearing a brown flight jacket, with black hair and slightly white skin. He seems to be of mixed race and is very handsome.
Seeing Dong Zixuan's suspicious gaze, Pugachev smiled at her and made a V-sign, but he felt wary in his heart. There were so many conquerors in this team. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that there were no newcomers.
Mix in it.
The reason why the Trojan team in the square pays more attention to Tang Zheng and others is because they have too many people. After all, this also proves that the strength of the Warhammer team cannot be underestimated.
"What do you mean your muscles are tense? Could it be that you are nervous and preparing for us?" Tantai counterattacked, "Or have you done something to hide everyone's guilt?"
The surrounding eyes returned to Pugachev again, almost looking through him.
"I know him. He is Pugachev. Moscow does not believe in the prince of air combat in the Tears Team. He is the strongest air combat fearless in the entire Trojan world." A young man shouted out, quite surprised.
"Are you talking about the guy who brazenly said, 'The sky is my corridor'?"
"What do you care about him? Pugachev is here, which means the King of War is here too!"
As a brown-haired conqueror said the nickname of the King of War, a huge gasp suddenly sounded in the entire square, as if to suck out the air around him, and then it became completely quiet, and you could even hear
to the heartbeat.
The conquerors looked around, waiting for the legendary generous uncle to log in!
Without any warning, a pair of slender breasts wrapped in boots and military trousers stretched out from the air, and then Natasha appeared, with her hands in the pockets of her military coat, her silver hair dancing lightly, as if she was cold.
Cold snap from Siberia.
"She is the adjutant of the King of War, and is known as one of the most beautiful women in the Trojan World!"
"I heard that her ability is battlefield dancer and she is the best commander. So far, her winning rate remains above 90%!"
"Where did the remaining ten percent go? Since it's not a sure win, it means she's not the strongest!"
"Idiot, the remaining ten percent is naturally a draw, because her opponent is the deputy leader of the LA Night Saints team, the lakeside traveler nicknamed Emily."
"Have not heard."
"How ignorant are you? Have you ever heard of the Smiling Witch?"
"Of course I've heard of it. Isn't it the person who is known as the strongest team battle commander and the second person on the list who you least want to fight with? Wait, is she the one you're talking about?"
It's no wonder that the conquerors were puzzled. These powerful men left too little information, only a few words, but all of them demonstrated their power.
"Look, someone is coming out again!"
Six captain-level figures walked out of the air, and glanced around with cold eyes. Behind them were more than fifty members, each with the third level of explosive strength.
These guys are dressed in retro style, all wearing Soviet-style military uniforms from the Second World War, including high boots, knee-length military coats, and boat-shaped hats.
They carried AK-74 assault rifles made of oak on their backs, with bulging bullet belts on their waists, and wooden-handled grenades. With their stretched faces, they looked military-like and full of murderous intent.
The whispers and discussions immediately disappeared without a trace, and the momentum in the entire square was suppressed by them.
"The Blood God is so powerful, my battleship Bismarck exploded again!" The King of War came out. Although the flagship was shot down, he didn't look depressed at all. Judging from his tone, he was completely teasing his subordinates.
No one answered, but everyone's faces showed deep concern, and they were very grateful to the leader for cutting off the post.
"Damn, the watch is restricted again?" The uncle tried to get the vodka, but failed, and immediately complained very quickly.
"Comrade General, there were zero casualties in this battle, and we successfully evacuated Warhammer World." Natasha stood at attention and saluted, reporting the results of the battle.
The blood god is so powerful that even if Moscow doesn't believe in tears, it can't fight against it. Escape without reducing the number of troops is already the limit. As for the three battleships, as long as the King of War is willing, he can materialize many of them.
"Adjutant, can you get some vodka? I'm thirsty." The uncle scratched his hair and then had time to look around, "So many people? Are you going to have a bonfire party?"
No one answered. All eyes in the square were focused on this Russian uncle. He was Vasily Ivanovich Suvorov, a legendary figure nicknamed the King of War and one of the Seven Seeds.
The uncle is unshaven and always has a generous smile on his face. He wears an airborne soldier's cap from World War II and a blue and white striped sea soul shirt. It is a bit old, with some mashed potatoes and jam, and even
There are also some wine stains.
After being rejected by Natasha, the uncle didn't care. Instead, he secretly took out a silver iron pot from his pocket, unscrewed it, and took a sip.
"Fortunately, I was prepared." The uncle clicked his tongue, took out a handmade pipe made of old oak, and stuffed some tobacco leaves into it.
Crazy Ivan, who was nearly 2.20 meters tall and seemed to be built with muscles, behaved like a child in front of Vasili.
"General!" Ivan snapped his fingers, a ball of flame appeared from his fingertips, and helped Vasily light the pipe. He was in awe of his uncle and regarded him as his father.
"How many times have I said that tobacco leaves are best smoked when lit with a match." Vasily handed the pipe to Ivan, "Would you like to take a sip?"
"Yeah!" Like a child who had received a reward, Ivan carefully took the pipe, took a puff, and lowered it respectfully.
"Okay, stop watching and just do whatever you have to do." Vasily spat out a hole in his eyes and said with a smile, "If you happen to be in Moscow in the future, remember to find me at the Balalaika Tavern on Arbat Art Street. I will cook the food myself.
Give everyone a 20% discount!”
"General, stop promoting your tavern. The food you cook is really unpalatable." Zhukov, the handsome blond man, teased his uncle, "Let Elsa cook it!"
"You brat, if you try to trick Elsa again, I'll break your legs." The uncle muttered to himself and took a sip of vodka, "I don't want my daughter to marry a playboy."
"I promise to love only her!" Zhukov swore to God.
"Hey? I remember who came the day before yesterday and said that he wanted to marry all the five daughters of the general?" the short man nicknamed Stalin teased his friend.
"Shh!" The handsome blond man quickly made a silencing gesture, "Are you going to kill me?"
"Everyone must go!" After the uncle finished speaking, he looked at Tang Zheng, "There is nothing we can do. We have a bunch of bastards to raise at home. It's very stressful."
His wife died young. In addition to raising his five daughters alone, Vasily also adopted the children of his subordinates who died in the Afghan War and the Second Chechen War. He is a traditional man who values family and country and insists on using his own
He made money with both hands to support his family, so even though he was worth hundreds of millions, he still managed the small hotel and tavern with great care.
"Hello, I am Tang Zheng, the leader of the Warhammer Team!" Tang Zheng remained humble and did not say a word. The other party did not show any hostility, so naturally he would not be hostile either.
"These are your subordinates? Not bad!" Vasily patted Tang Zheng on the shoulder and glanced at everyone in Tantai.
As a veteran Trojan leader, Vasily has seen too many intrigues, betrayals and abandonments. There are only a handful of leaders who can reach the level that Tang Zheng has achieved.
"Would you like a sip?" As a soldier, the uncle admired Tang Zheng very much and handed over the wine bottle.
Natasha's cold eyes were fixed on Tang Zheng, and Pugachev and his entourage also showed astonishment. You must know that the uncle's words meant approval. Over the years, except for his own team members, no one had drunk his vodka.
The total number of survivors is less than a slap in the face.
"Thank you!" Tang Zheng took it, took a sip, and frowned slightly. The alcohol content was so high, it was no different from drinking alcohol directly.
"Haha, young man, you should practice more!" Vasily put his arm around Tang Zheng's shoulders and asked matter-of-factly, "How are you doing? Have you found anything? What are you going to do? Take us with you?"
The conquerors have good hearing. When they heard this, their faces were full of surprise. You are so polite and don't consider the pressure of others. As the second best team in the world, who dares to go with you?
It would be weird not to be eaten.
"No, it will be quite safe with them."
A conqueror blurted out, making everyone suddenly realize that in this unknown environment, having a strong thigh can greatly improve the chance of survival. Besides, the reputation of the King of War seems to be good, without any negative comments.
.
"Look at the number of their conquerors, more than sixty. It's terrifying."
It was only now that everyone noticed that Moscow did not believe in the background of the tears, and that there were more than twenty heroic-level members.
“What’s all this fuss about, King of War’s team has always maintained the title of having the largest number of people, and is recognized as the team with the strongest team fighting ability, the absolute NO.1!”
"My deputy team has sent people to investigate." Tang Zheng did not agree rashly. Looking at Natasha's strong character, he knew that once they cooperated, they would definitely be a thug. If they wanted to get the right to speak, there would be no way.
"General, please be careful with your words." Natasha arranged for the vanguard team in charge of 'Revolver' to conduct an investigation. She walked up to the uncle and stretched out her hand towards Tang Zheng, "Hello, I am the commander of the team.
If you have any questions, you can negotiate with me." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site), reward, and your support is my biggest motivation.)
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