More than ten thousand troops, carrying a faint iron-blooded breath on the front line, officially entered the city without causing any turmoil. Because looking around, there was almost no figure of a civilian outing in the entire city, and it was silent and depressing.

It is also ironic that as the enemy-occupied city of Shanhaicheng and other cities, although they have not seen the prosperity of the past, their anger is gradually recovering, almost the same as ordinary towns. But at present, this city completely under the control of Bran's army, is as lifeless as the storm is about to come...

The most luxurious restaurant in the city was indeed ready. But when Barlow and Gary pushed the door open, they saw a table full of dishes, but no sign of the owner who should have been waiting for the entertainment here.

Gary frowned dissatisfiedly, and looked at the officer leading the way and asked in a deep voice: "Is this what you said how long are you waiting?"

"Sorry, two generals..." The middle-aged officer bowed apologetically, turned his head slightly, glanced at the timing hourglass placed by the table, and said calmly, "Three minutes, at most three minutes the general will come to entertain the two."

Barlow and the others also saw the timing hourglass at this time, as if they had seen something disgusted, grinning disapprovingly. Then Barlow waved his hand expressionlessly: "Forget it, take us to see Breta."

The middle-aged officer hesitated: "General..."

"Now, immediately, obey the military order!" Barlow said with a gloomy face and full of oppression. However, as soon as he finished speaking, the door of the rear compartment was pushed open, and a slightly sharp laugh that sounded quite uncomfortable came, "Haha, I haven't seen you for a long time, and the madman is still so impatient."

Turning his head, a middle-aged man with a feminine and fair face, neat appearance, and even a single hair was not scattered. He walked in with a smile in high-end armor.

"Of course. Because there are always many arrogant guys late. General Breta." Barlow said calmly in the other party's palm that stretched out. Gary reached out to hold General Breta, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded, obviously not very good at the other party's feelings.

Breta was not conscious of being coldly treated. He picked up the wet wipes placed by the table, wiped them and wiped the right hand that had just reached out, as if there was something violent poison on it.

Barlow, Gary and his eyes twitched when they saw this. They looked over and felt that their polite behavior just now was really unnecessary.

"So let's start, eat and chat. The food here tastes pretty good. Well, it's very clean." Adding this seemingly unnecessary sentence, Bretta took the hourglass that was about to be finished, stood upside down, looked up and smiled, "We have a quarter of an hour."

Barlow and the other two were speechless at this time and poured a glass of wine. They both felt that the other party who had been quite inconsistent with each other suddenly became pleasing to the eye. Sure enough, the friendship between people was compared...

"Although I don't think it's a wise decision to transfer the two from the front line just to deal with the gray-clothed rebels. But since it's a foregone conclusion, what we should do is still do..."

Listening to himself as if he had become an unnecessary and useless person, Barlow couldn't help but interrupt and sarcastically said, "Is that so? Then why did I just heard that a few days ago, the gray-clothed army pretended to be your Tiger Roar Legion, and easily tricked the doors of two military cities, making the situation very passive."

"That's just an accident. Also, pay attention to your position, General Barlow." He waved his hand, and the officer standing beside him in an extremely standard military posture stepped forward and handed over a few pieces of paper. Bretta wiped the silver knife and fork cutlery in his hand, saying without raising his head, "This is information about our current situation and the strength and trends of the gray-clothed rebels. You can take a look first. Well, I have to say that from the paper, this gray-clothed army is indeed not to be underestimated, especially at this special moment. But, hehe..."

With a chuckle, Breta put down his wipes, looked up at Barlow and frowned and flirted through the information, and said calmly, "They also have the most deadly place. Please turn to the last three pages."

Barlow and his two mouths twitched, and as they spoke, they turned to the back, and they were roughly stunned. "This is a report of the assassination of the current leader of the gray-clothed rebels... Oh, a magician named Joshia. Haha, although the old guys in the Military Affairs Office were a little incompetent, they had a good vision and could still know the biggest weakness of this gray-clothed rebels. Of course, from now on, none of the greedy assassins succeeded."

After a pause, he put a piece of beef with blood into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, and continued, "Fortunately, they are not completely incompetent. We can't get in from the enemy-occupied area, so they can get in, so they brought back this information and found some interesting things... Purple Cannon? Nilao Boom? Haha, it's interesting."

"What the hell do you want to say?" Geri asked with a frown after flirting with the intelligence paper in his hand.

"It's very simple, I want to say they have recognized the wrong target." Picking up the wet wipes and rubbing the soup on the corner of his mouth gracefully. Breta said squintedly, "Although Joshia is the biggest weakness of the gray-clothed army, now because of the existence of Nilao Hong, all assassinations cannot be entered at all. In this way, why don't we put our target directly on Nilao Hong? As long as we kill him, all problems will be solved."

"Nonsense!" Zhang Yangyang's intelligence, and Barolo said bluntly, "Are you fools who are assassins? If you can kill Nilao Bo, will they still fall into it until now? "

Breta smiled and shook his finger: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. In fact, my real target is just the purple-bore cannon. If it is really as described in the intelligence, this weapon can change the current war mode and even the power structure. It is also the reason why I volunteered to come this time. As for the other gray-clothed army, Joshia, Nilaobo, etc., they are all secondary."

"Huaqiu, wait until you kill Na Nilao first." Barlow said with a disdainful lips. Gary, who was beside him, raised his eyebrows when he heard this, quickly turned the paper to find the information of the purple cannon that had the highest evaluation in Breta's mouth.

"Whether you are boasting or not, we will know after a while." Bretta chuckled indifferently, saying, "I think you all know about my style of conduct. Well, although as an army general, you must always remember the importance of the team and the overall importance. But in fact, I really appreciate the strong people of fighting spirit. The higher the strength, the greater the value, because this means the greater the use value. Of course, I feel more distressed after becoming an enemy, but it is just a comparison."

"As I often say, everything can be calculated, from the outcome of a war to the outcome of a game of victory or loss, the difference is just how much it costs. Haha. I'm looking forward to it, how much does it take to kill Nilau? I hope it won't make me hope too much..."

This time, Barlow did not retort because he was pulled by Geri to watch the information of the Purple-Roy Cannon, frowned slightly, and looked solemn. All the cruel people who have been struggling from the battlefield for half their lives, and their vision of war weapons will naturally not be much worse. But just a brief look, they knew that what Breta said was true. This is called the Purple-Roy Cannon weapon, which is enough to make any force feel excited!

Bretta seemed to have expected such a reaction, and calmly ate the food in front of him without disturbing him. After a moment of quiet in the compartment, Barlow and Gary looked up at the same time. Taking a breath slightly, he asked solemnly: "Take the information serious?"

"Seriously, but I'll talk about this later." Putting down the knife and fork, Breta picked up the wet wipes again and wiped the corner of his mouth, picked up the tea and rinsed his mouth three times, then continued, "According to the information, the two Joshia and Nilaohong are now in the combat area ahead. Haha, I really don't know if they should say they are stupid or praise their courage... Well, no matter what, this is an excellent opportunity for us to fatally solve the gray-clothed rebels with one blow. So now, let's discuss the leadership issue of this leading operation first."

Barlow and the other two looked at each other when they heard this, both frowned, then looked at Breta, waiting for his next words.

"My opinion is very simple. The combat plan is fully formulated by me, and the actual combat operations are mainly our army. Of course..." Just as Barlow and Gary's faces became more and more gloomy, Bretta seemed to have finally thought of these two generals who had been rushing back from the front line, and said sincerely, "The two generals came to help without hesitation. Of course, our army must accept this friendship. In my plan, the two generals can lead their soldiers to assist. Well, assist according to the plan..."

Bang! There was a loud bang, and the dishes were trembling. Barlow took his palm from the table with a dark face and roared angrily: "What nonsense, help? Don't fucking think we don't know your arrogant cock's plan, we will never accept this plan!"

"General Breta, don't you think your suggestions are too much?" Gary, who was standing beside him, said with a squinted look.

"Oh, sorry, you heard it wrong." Breta spread his hands and said calmly, "This is not a suggestion, but an opinion. Now you have two choices. One is to act according to my plan, and the other is to send someone to entertain you. When the battle is over, I will send a letter of thanks to your army."

He paused and waved his hand and continued, "Don't be angry in a hurry, General Barlow, sorry I've investigated your matter. This time our enemy is the Gray-Clothed Army. So you know, I have sufficient reason not to let you get close to the war zone. As for General Geri, you have led it this time, but this is the territory of my Tiger Roar Legion. Believe me, I have no less than ten ways to make your army difficult to move here. Look, this is the charm of the pre-planning..."

After saying that, they nodded apologetically to Barlow, who looked extremely hard to see, got up and picked up the hourglass that had just been flowing, and raised the corners of their mouths, "For a quarter of an hour, the meal time is over, and the next time is working time. Please continue to eat, so please don't accompany me. Oh, by the way..."

As if remembering something, Breta took out a slightly larger hourglass from his arms and put it on the table, "If you make a decision, you can go to the city lord's mansion to find me after the hourglass is dripped. Well, you know what I am used to, and it will not be time to go." He nodded again and wanted to take his subordinates out of the room.

"Wait." Barlow narrowed his eyes, looked at Breta who turned his head in surprise at the door, and said slightly sarcastically, "I'm very curious, do you put an hourglass next to you when you were doing that with a woman? Five minutes? Or ten minutes?"

Gary chuckled when she heard this. Although these words were really rude, I have to say that they really made him feel depressed a lot. She also asked, "Yes, I'm very curious too."

"Random..." The officer on the side suddenly darkened when he heard this. He wanted to scold something but was stopped by Bretta. His face remained unchanged and he said calmly: "If it were really time, I would put an hourglass on it. But a woman? Why should I touch the dirty things?"

"...You won, tell me your plan..."
Chapter completed!