infinite boiling

Chapter 1200 The King of War
"Hehe, there are so many people." Pugachev appeared in the square, saw Tang Zheng, waved hello, and walked over.

As expected of a character from the top ten teams, his personality is quite flamboyant, and he doesn't show any worry at all. Of course, this is also Pugachev's plan to draw everyone's attention to the Warhammer team. After all, the opponent has a lot of people. Will share the sight that falls on him.

"Who are you?" Li Huiwen stood up, stopped Pugachev, and assumed a posture of protecting Tang Zheng's safety.

"Don't worry, beauty, I am a friend from afar!" Pugachev raised his hands, indicating that there was no hostility.

This handsome Soviet man is tall, wearing a brown flight jacket, black hair, slightly fair skin, seems to be of mixed race, very handsome.

Seeing Dong Zixuan's suspicious gaze, Pugachev smiled at her and made a V sign, but he was vigilant in his heart. There are so many conquerors in this team. With his eyesight, he can see that there are no newcomers. mixed in.

The reason why the trojan team in the square paid more attention to Tang Zheng and others was also because they were too numerous. After all, this also proved that the strength of the Warhammer team should not be underestimated.

"What does it mean that your muscles are tense? Could it be that you are tense and guarding against us?" Tantai countered, "Or, what did you do to hide your guilt from everyone?"

The eyes of the surroundings returned to Pugachev again, almost seeing through him.

"I know him, it's Pugachev, the prince of air combat in Moscow's Disbelief in Tears team, the strongest air combat fearless in the entire Trojan world." A young man shouted out, quite surprised.

"You mean the guy who blatantly said, 'The sky is my hallway'?"

"What do you care about him? Pugachev is here, which means that the Lord of War is also here!"

As a brown-haired conqueror uttered the nickname of the King of War, there was a huge gasp in the entire square, as if to dry up the surrounding air, and then it fell completely silent, and you could even hear it. to a heartbeat.

The conquerors looked left and right, waiting for the legendary heroic uncle to log in!
Without any warning, a slender beautiful leg wrapped in boots and military trousers protruded 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 coming from Cold snap in Siberia.

"Adjutant to the King of War, known as one of the most beautiful women in the Trojan Horse World!"

"I heard that her ability is a battlefield dancer, and she is the best commander. So far, her winning rate has remained above 90.00%!"

"Where did the remaining [-]% go? Since she is not a sure winner, it means she is not the strongest!"

"Idiot, the remaining [-]% is naturally a draw, because her opponent is the deputy leader of the LA Devil's Night Saints team, a lakeside traveler nicknamed Emily."

"Have not heard."

"How ignorant and ignorant are you? Have you ever heard of the Laughing Witch?"

"Of course I've heard it. Isn't she the one who claims to be the strongest team battle commander and the person who is the second most wanted to fight against? Wait, you're talking about her?"

It's no wonder that the conquerors were puzzled. These strong men left too little information, only a few words, but all of them showed their strength.

"Look, someone is coming out!"

Six captain-level figures walked out of the air, and their icy eyes swept around. Behind them, there were more than 50 members of the regiment, each of whom had the strength of the third-order explosion.

These guys are dressed retro, all Soviet-style military uniforms from World War II, high boots, over-the-knee military coats, and boat-shaped hats.

They carry AK-74 assault rifles made of oak on their backs, with bulging bullet belts around their waists, and wooden handle grenades hanging from them. With their wrenched faces, they appear to be military-looking and murderous.

The whispering voices immediately disappeared without a trace, and the momentum in the entire square was suppressed by them.

"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 show the slightest expression of frustration. Hearing his tone, he was completely teasing his subordinates.

No one answered, but everyone showed deep concern on their faces, and they were very grateful for the resignation of the leader.

"Damn, the watch is restricted again?" The uncle wanted to get vodka, but failed, and immediately spit out a complaint very fast.

"Comrade General, this battle has zero casualties, and we have successfully evacuated from 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. It is already the limit to escape without reducing the number of people. As for the three battleships, as long as the king of war is willing, that thing can be realized into many ships.

"Adjutant, can I get some vodka? I'm thirsty." The uncle scratched his hair, and then he had the time to look around, "There are so many people? Are you going to have a bonfire party?"

No one answered, and all eyes on the square were focused on this Russian uncle. He is 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 bold smile on his face. He wears a World War II airborne military cap and a blue and white striped sea soul shirt. There are also some wine stains.

After being rejected by Natasha, the uncle didn't care, but 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 pipe made of old oak, and stuffed it with some tobacco leaves.

With a height of nearly [-] meters, the crazy Ivan who seemed to be piled up with muscles was obedient like a child in front of Gasri.

"General!" Ivan snapped his fingers, a ball of flames emerged from his fingertips, and helped Vasily light his pipe. He respected the uncle and treated him as his father.

"How many times have I said that tobacco leaves lit with matches are good for smoking." Vasili handed the pipe to Ivan, "Would you like a sip?"

"Hmm!" Like a child who has received a reward, Ivan carefully took the pipe, took a puff, and lowered it back respectfully.

"Okay, stop watching, just do what you need to do." Vasily spit out eye circles and said with a smile, "In the future, if you come to Moscow, remember to find me at the Sanxianqin Tavern on Arbat Art Street. I will cook by myself. Give everyone a [-]% discount!"

"General, stop promoting your tavern, the dishes you cook are really unpalatable." The handsome blond Zhukov teased the uncle, "Let Aisha do it!"

"Brat, if you try to get Aisha's idea again, I'll break your leg." The uncle murmured and took a sip of vodka, "I don't want my daughter to marry a playboy."

"I promise to only love her!" Zhukov swore to God.

"Huh? I remember who came the day before yesterday, saying that he wanted to marry all five daughters of the general?" The short man nicknamed Sta~Lin teased his friend.

"Hush!" The handsome blond quickly made a silent gesture, "Are you going to kill me?"

"Everyone must go!" After the uncle finished speaking, he looked at Tang Zheng, "I can't help it, there are a bunch of bastards at home, and the pressure is very high."

His wife died early. In addition to raising 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 earns money with both hands to support his family, so even though he is worth hundreds of millions, he still manages the small hotel and tavern with care.

"Hello, I'm Tang Zheng, the leader of the Warhammer team!" Tang Zheng didn't say a word, and the other party didn't show any hostility, so naturally he wouldn't.

"These are all your subordinates? Very good!" Vasily patted Tang Zheng's shoulder, and glanced at everyone in Tantai.

As a veteran trojan head, Vasili has seen too many intrigues, betrayals and abandonments, and there are only a handful of head leaders who can do Tang Zheng's step.

"Would you like a sip?" As a soldier, the uncle admired Tang Zheng very much and handed out the jug.

Natasha stared at Tang Zheng coldly, and Pugachev and his party were also stunned. You must know that the uncle's words mean that he agrees. After so many years, except for his own team members, he has drank his vodka The total number of survivors is not a slap in the face.

"Thank you!" Tang Zheng took it, took a sip, and frowned slightly. The degree was so high that it was no different from drinking alcohol directly.

"Hehe, young man, you should practice more!" Vasily put his arms around Tang Zheng's shoulders, and asked naturally, "How is it? Did you find anything? What are you going to do? Take us together?"

Conqueror's hearing is pretty good. When he heard this, his face was full of surprise. You are very familiar with yourself, and you don't care about other people's pressure. As the second largest team in the world, who would dare to go with you?No wonder it wasn't eaten.

"No, it will be quite safe with them."

A conqueror blurted out, which made everyone suddenly realize that, indeed, in such an unknown environment, holding a thick thigh can greatly improve the chances of survival. Besides, the reputation of the King of War seems to be good, and there are no negative comments .

"Look at the number of their conquerors, more than sixty, it's terrifying."

Until now, everyone has noticed that Moscow does not believe in tears. There are more than 20 members of the hero class.

"What a fuss, the King of War's team has always maintained the title of number one, and it is recognized as the team with the strongest team fighting strength, absolutely NO.1!"

"My deputy team has already sent people to investigate." Tang Zheng didn't agree rashly. Looking at Natasha's strong character, he knew that once he cooperated, his side must be a thug material, and there was no way to get the right to speak.

"General, please pay attention to your words." Natasha arranged for the vanguard team in charge of 'Zuolun' to investigate, walked up to the uncle, and stretched out her hand towards Tang Zheng, "Hello, I am the team commander, If you have any questions, you can negotiate with me."

(End of this chapter)