The fact that the Northern Border Pass was broken by the Apocalypse Abyss Legion flew to Xinjing like wings, spread over the cliff in less than a day, and almost everyone knew it.

　　 Hanging eagle headquarter, eagle hitting the building.

　　 In a solemn and modern office, an energetic old general leaned on his seat. He was holding a lit cigar in his right hand, and tapping the tabletop lightly and regularly with his index finger in his left hand, as if thinking about something important. A pair of cloudy eyes are always so sharp, exactly the same as they were decades ago.

　　 In front of the old general's desk, two major generals, Qiu Yuan and Bei Huashu, stood on the left and the other. The person who sat in the seat of the old general, General Yuan, the leader of the radicals, was only standing on one side of the table at the moment, as if waiting respectfully by the old general.

　　 "The situation will become like this so quickly, no one wants to. However, they can only do it with all their strength."

　　 After speaking, the old general spit out a gray smoke ring, raised his eyes, and looked at Qiu Yuan and Bei Hua Shu in front of him.

　　 Qiuyuan is tall and straight, and his eyes are energetic, but there is a heaviness between his eyebrows. Compared with the others in the room, he is already "excited." The Bei Hushu next to him was the opposite. Not only did he bend his neck, his already stern face was also covered with a thick haze that was hard to dispel, as if the three souls and seven souls were half gone.

　　 Bei Huashu became like this, and all three of them understood. Because when he, the commander of the Northern Demon Corps, was still in Xinjing before returning, the Northern Demon Corps led by the deputy commander was sent to the northern border to temporarily garrison, and then it happened to collide with the leader of the Apocalypse Abyss Legion who suddenly suppressed the territory. One of the thirteen thrones, "Earth" Gaia. The deputy commander included more than 30,000 soldiers, all of whom died heroically at the border.

　　 He worked hard to cultivate the prestigious Northern Demon Corps for ten years, and now he is the only one left alone. And not long ago, his father, the commander of the North Border Zhenguan Army, was killed by the thirteenth throne "Plague" Kazan. Two fatal blows to anyone occurred in a short period of time, even the tough guy It is also difficult to maintain normal.

　　 "Akiwaki, Bei Huashu, the Third Army that is blocking the southward movement of the Apocalypse Abyss Legion is under the command of you two. Give you some time to make final preparations and set off on time at 1 pm to defend our human territory!"

"Yes Yes!"

　　 A high and low response echoed in the office, Qiu Yuan and Bei Hua Shu turned around to go, the old general interrupted: "Au Yuan, you stay first."

　　 So Bei Hushu left alone, and the sound of footsteps from the corridor gradually drifted away.

　　 General Yuan cast a respectful look at the old general in his seat, and asked softly: "Standing Member Zhao, do you think it is okay to let Bei Huashu go like this? The subordinates look at his state, I am afraid it is not suitable for the battlefield."

　　 The old general who was so respected by General Yuan was named Zhao Yuen Long. He was one of the five standing members of the Supreme Pioneer Committee and the true backer behind the Xuanying Radicals.

"That said, if you press him and don’t let him go, won’t he go for revenge? You, I, and his father are all old acquaintances. We look at the dragon among adults and we know this dragon. What is his temperament. Although the battlefield is extremely dangerous, Qiuyuan always looks at him."

　　 Zhao Yuen Lang talked about his own ideas, and Qiu Yuan also nodded and said that he would do it. General Yuan did not mention it again. In fact, there is no better way in his mind.

　　 "One more thing, here is the Third Army, and there will be a person from the Gentlemen before you leave. You three Tier 4 masters should be foolproof against the vanguard of the Apocalypse Abyss Legion."

　　 Akigaki couldn't help asking: "Teacher, who is this person?"

　　 Few Gentlemen have a good relationship with him, but there happens to be one who has a good relationship with him, and the two recognize each other's strengths. That person is Wuyang.

　　 But Standing Committee Zhao gave him a meaningful look, and then said: "Don't guess, you have fought, and he has beaten you. This third person is Wu Qi."

　　 "Wu Qi?" Qiuyuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Although it has been a month since the incident, if the Standing Committee greeted him, Wu Qi would take the initiative to lower his posture and ask him to resolve the "misunderstanding", but he still felt a little strange.

"Yes, Wu Qi. I got to know him. He has been in the Abyss of Apocalypse for two or three years, and you and the new generation of Tier 4 pioneers like Bei Huashu have no experience against the throne of the Apocalypse. Wu Qiyou He has experience and intelligence. As the third commander of the Third Army, he is superior to anyone in General Xuanying."

　　 Akigaki thought for a while, and then accepted it cheerfully.

　　 "Okay, the teacher thinks he must be the best person, and Qiu Yuan also believes it. To stop the Apocalypse Abyss Army from going south, we will definitely live up to the hanging eagle expectations!"

　　 Qiu Yuan thought he could leave after this sentence was over, but Zhao Yuenlang said again:

　　 "At the end, I have one more sentence to explain to you."

　　 "Teacher, please tell me."

　　 "If you encounter Kazan, the thirteenth throne, your Third Army would rather pay a heavier price, and you must kill it. You are the commander-in-chief. I believe you can grasp this degree and do this."

　　 Zhao Yuenlang’s tone and demeanor seem normal~lightnovelpub.net~ But Qiuyuan, as Zhao Yuenlang’s most beloved student, has long been familiar with his observations.

　　 He smelled something unusual.

　　 "I would rather pay a heavier price...why..."

　　Akiwaki hid his doubts in his heart, still cheerful and handsome, and said with a smile: "No problem, teacher."

　　......

　　 On the other side, A-11 Laboratory, Western Branch of Academia Sinica.

　　 At noon, the researchers in Greg’s team had all gone out to eat, and Greg was still sitting at his desk analyzing a new round of data on the subject at hand.

　　 There are only Greg and Xiang Keping in the huge laboratory. Xiang Keping had already finished the morning's work, and he left it till the end. At this moment, he was quietly turning his head and looking at Greg.

　　 Seeing that Greg put down his work at a certain moment and stretched his waist, Xiang Keping seized the opportunity and walked over.

　　 "Dr. Greg."

　　 Greg smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

　　 Xiang Keping clenched his fists with both hands, acting like an ambitious and sonorous man: "Doctor, I want to apply to accompany the Third Army to collect the material of the Apocalypse Abyssal Plague Seed and bring it back for research and analysis!"

　　In Xiang Keping's expectation, Dr. Greg should be slightly moved, but he didn't expect Dr. Greg to frowned slightly, and then asked, "Why?"

"The Abyss of Apocalypse is the great enemy of mankind. If I can go with the Third Army to fight the enemy, not only can I provide information to the laboratory as soon as possible, but also fight to defend the human territory. I feel very honored!" Xiang Keping's eyes are piercing and authentic.