Foreign female military division: the marshal's little favorite wife

Qian Fengqian would give him a chance to defend himself, so she immediately snatched it up and said, "Hmph, what's the use of your blandishments? Your actions have already betrayed you. Hmph, you are a noble magician, and you have always looked down on us humble warrior."

Qian Fengqian turned to the soldiers and shouted: "Brothers, my name is Chris, I am 15 years old this year, and next June will be my coming-of-age ceremony. Like you, my profession is a soldier, a musketeer fighting spirit intermediate!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Fengqian released a golden halo of fighting spirit on her body. In the center of the halo of fighting spirit, a musketeer logo shocked the audience!

"how is this possible?"

"The world is crazy."

"How old is she? Musketeer fighting spirit intermediate??"

"What a terrifying talent, it's too scary."

"15 years old, a musketeer-level grudge, my God, how can I live."

"She is not yet an adult, and Miss Chris is not yet an adult! She is not an adult, fire, fire, middle-level grudge among musketeers... I am dead."

Qian Fengqian went on to say: "Brothers, today, the result of our game, whether we win or lose. It may have nothing to do with life or death, maybe it has nothing to do with promotion, and it has nothing to do with your military salary. However, it has something to do with honor. Soldiers' honor! Brothers, I hope to fight with you and fight for honor together, but only one of your two armies will fight with me, while the other will become my enemy. However, Whether we are comrades-in-arms or enemies, we are all for the glory of the human race, for the rise of the empire, to defend our people, to protect your wives, children, and parents, and let them live and work in peace and happiness in this land. Live on the mainland! You, as comrades-in-arms, I will regard you as brothers and protect you with all my strength. If you are not my enemy, I will respect you and let your death shine on your sword! Let you Your blood will add a touch of bright red to the bright red flag of the human race! Let your sacrifices make your names immortal. The name, read as the two most exciting words in the world - hero!"

Qian Fengqian's voice was a bit shrill, although it was not as deep and powerful as a man's, but driven by her musketeer-level grudge, her words were clanging like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of every soldier.

The audience erupted, "Long live Generalissimo Christopher, long live Miss Chris! Long live Generalissimo Christopher, long live Miss Chris!..."

When James saw the situation on the field, his blood boiled immediately. Since their frequent defeats in battles with the orcs and the undead, their troops had not experienced such high morale for a long, long time.

Qian Fengqian went on to say: "Since the military adviser James is not willing to choose first, then we will let God choose. We will draw lots to determine your belonging. Are you convinced?"

The fighters did not speak. They felt that since there was going to be a competition, it would be a good decision to draw lots.

Qian Fengqian smiled contemptuously and said, "Are you convinced or not?"

All the soldiers said softly: "Submit!"

Qian Fengqian said again: "Are the soldiers under Generalissimo Christopher so weak? Didn't they have enough to eat? Accept, or not!"

"Clothes!"

In the distance of the mountain forest, a group of unknown flying birds flapped their wings and fled in fright.Nearby, Generals James and Howard were also taken aback.