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Playing psychological warfare with Lao Tzu? !
Fatty's eyes narrowed slightly, and Sober blocked him with a single sentence: "It's up to you?"
Disdain, contempt, funny For a while, the fat man's face could open up an expression shop.
The mouth that reaches the ears, the eyebrows that are half raised, the eyes that are squinting, and the nostrils that are upturned. The faces of various expressions were changed one after another. Everyone was dumbfounded.
This guy didn't go to acting, but came here to fight, it's just too fucking inferior.
"Can't you see that our old man has been teasing you?" The fat man folded his arms and squinted at Sober: "If you want to fight him, you must beat me first!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
The officers and soldiers of West Yorkshire yelled at the fat man for being shameless, and the neutral observers were all dumbfounded.
And Russell and other Fibonacci generals looked at each other and smiled - it is unnecessary to worry about the fat man on such a matter!
For orthodox soldiers like myself, Sober's reputation and record may be a mountain, which makes people look up. However, for this fat man who has never had any concept of superiority, inferiority, strength or weakness, you are God, and he also treats you as a fart!
This guy has always been desperate to take advantage and die rather than suffer. No matter how elegant and dignified you are, he can still speak red-mouthed and white-toothed slander and call you a bloody head.
Fat people can play tricks with their hips on their hips. Can you, Sober, bear this face?
Sober was startled, then shook his head with a wry smile. He only heard the fat man tease you, and he realized that he didn't need to entangle with this guy on this issue.
Although he was born in a wealthy and noble family of the Binart Empire, for him and the people around him, it is not shameful to admit defeat, but it is shameful to lose demeanor. But he also understands that it doesn't make sense to meet a guy like Fatty whose nerves are thicker than a mecha transmission rod!
This fat man doesn't even know what demeanor is! Seeing his cheerful appearance, I'm afraid you wish you could talk to him and let him have a chance to yell like thunder!
"So, my opponent is you." Sober looked at the fat man with sharp eyes.
The fat man didn't gnaw, but raised his eyebrows slightly.
The eyes of the two met in the air, and they did not give way.
"I've heard of you a long time ago," Sober looked into the fat man's eyes, "A few years ago, you were just a corporal of mechanics in the Leray Federation, because you took out the Gacharin Army Armored Division while escaping. His command became a hero of the Federation. Since then, it has been on the rise. It is a pity that the Leray Federation is torn apart, and you, the general, are just a poor commander. Later, he was selected by Marshal Hastings as his successor. Fibonacci abandoned. I don't understand"
Sober narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice became colder and colder. : "Why are you still obsessed with your obsession? Do you really think that you can defeat me with this little force in your hand?"
With that said, Sober turned his head and looked at the electronic sand table behind him: "With the capital star, I can use it as a forward base to radiate the entire southeast. To the west, I can destroy Tatania, Puditok , captured Gacharin, and marched into the Knavel Four-Nation Alliance. To the east, I can sweep the Salga Federation, communicate with Susjepen, go north to Resk, and join up with the army of His Majesty William III of the Binart Empire, and attack Ryan, lay siege to Feyon."
"If it's in the double star corner corridor, you can stop me. At the jumping point of the central star field, you can also stop me. But now" Sober's voice was as cold as ice: "My West Yorkshire Army has opened the atmospheric channel and implemented a landing. What do you use to stop me?!"
His voice echoed in the ears of every spaceship and everyone in this airspace.
Over the past twenty years, Sober has been famous all over the world, and he occupies a high position, controlling the life and death of countless people in his hands. Once the aura deposited in his bones erupted, it made people feel as if they were about to be pounced by a tiger.
Although he was just watching, everyone was under his power for a while, trembling with fear.
"For more than forty hours, I tore apart my outer defense chain. Do you think I don't know your calculations?" Sober said coldly: "I'll tell you."
He reached out to take the electronic pusher handed over by Moore, and pushed the fighter icon representing West Yorkshire into the green and white capital star: "One, use the capital star to divert my fighter cluster."
"Second and four-way offensive, the left wing forced back my Banning's troops and pinned them down at point a. Points b and c on the middle road were opened to the two wings respectively, forcing my garrison fleet to stay away from the blue moon star, and the offensive at point d.? I will continue to fight.
"Becoming a hero of the Federation is quite accidental. Many people would never have imagined that I would have luck on the way to escape." The fat man smiled wryly: "Then, I was stuck on a tiger. Either I was sent to the front line of Cato, or I was alone. Go to Gacharin. Even Chakna, who was accompanying the envoy, was intercepted and killed, and ran to the free world of Mars. I have long been tired of such days. It is not such a fun thing to play with your head. Who knows when it will be over."
A smile appeared on the corner of Banning's mouth.
Keynes lit a cigar, leaned back on the back of the chair, and leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.
Russell looked at Fatty with piercing eyes, while McKinley, Labinski, Zhang Pengcheng, Leicht, Macchia, Fujii Takeshi and others gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.
On the distant parliament observation ship, observers from neutral countries shook their heads and sighed. The Xiyo people were overjoyed, while the Fimon people like Harriman, Berg, and Ren Shang had cold hands and feet and lost all strength.
Just when everyone thought that the fat man was about to announce his surrender, his voice sounded.
"But, I still have to play."
Boom! Like a thunderbolt, everyone couldn't believe their ears.
"Just now, the conditions proposed by General Sober reminded me of a story."
The fat man scratched his hair, recalled it, and said: "The story is like thisOne day, a wolf ran to the sheep pen to prepare the sheep in the sheep pen. However, there was a watchdog guarding the sheep pen. The wolf and the dog had a fight, and the wolf said to the watchdog, as long as you can surrender and let me in, then I will accept you as a younger brother and let you enjoy the mutton together. At the same time, I promise that I will only eat one sheep every day. The rest of the sheep can eat grass as they please."
"This story sucks" The fat man raised his head and looked at Sober: "You are a wolf, and I am the watchdog! Guess, do dogs listen to wolves?"
Sober narrowed his eyes slightly.
A sinister smile appeared on the fat man's face: "Dogs can't do this, do you think I'm worse than a dog?!"
His voice echoed in the corridors of every battleship, and everyone was already dumbfounded.
"You asked me just now why I was obsessed with obsession, and I will tell you now," the fat man roared, "Because in this country, hundreds of millions of people died under your butcher's knife, and their souls linger! Because there are 30 million spirits of soldiers, Just look at me under this starry sky! Because I dare to surrender, I don¡¯t have the face to meet Le Lei¡¯s ancestors! Because even if I die, I will spit bloody spit on your face!"
"Bah!" Amidst the roar, the fat man spat into the communication screen: "What kind of famous general, you are a pile of shit!"
The world is silent.
Everyone was in extreme shock, looking at the ferocious fat man. Look at his bloodshot eyes, his veined neck, and the mouthful of saliva that seemed to pass through the communication screen and go straight to Sober's face!
The people of West Yorkshire were dumbfounded, and so were the people of neutral countries.
Only the Fimon people are excited for this roaring sound!
"Didn't you give the order in front of me?! I'm also giving the order in front of you now, listen clearly!"
Fatty slapped the podium violently and let out a roar.
"Bandit army! Forward!"
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