Chapter 279 Polar Storm! The second

The fuse, any trivial thing may become a powerful force. A nail losing an empire is not just a fairy tale.

The count looked at the cold descendants and was not dissatisfied, nor did he feel any disrespect. Who can enter the SS SS is not an elite, especially in the current era where strength is respected.

The vampire who can enter the SS, whether his honor is a baron or a baron, is not a count who can talk too much. The SS is equivalent to the brocade guard of the Ming Dynasty, but regardless of grade.

Naturally, the count also has the pride of the count. He can't bow or whisper to please this ss baron. However, it is harmless to give him the command and sell him a piece of face. To put it nicely, this is called helping the descendants.

The count looked at the white area in the distance and did not feel nervous at all, even if the front was the battlefield. According to his past experience, the knights who pressed the array at this moment should have retreated to their rear. What was left there was just a group of rough iron pimples. Old hairy things, like their people, are rough, a bunch of disgusting things.

"The cold, let's stop before the Kremlin! What else can you do now? Tremble, tremble in front of the skeleton flag again! Raise the flag!" Ss SS, absolute forbidden army, absolute elite, absolute butcher... The members of the Nazi SS under Hitler in World War II are real soldiers. To be more precise, they are real men. Each of them is endowed with righteousness, reason, ambition, loyalty and obedience. The sense of responsibility, mission and glory are surging in their blood at any time. They are loyal to leaders, caring for their peers, their families, caring for their loved ones, and their requirements are almost perfect and harsh. They always firm their beliefs and principles of life. Responsibility and glory are more important than life. They never betray and compromise, and never forgive others and their own mistakes. They always believe that a man's life is to fulfill his promises, defend his faith, and be loyal to his responsibilities.

In the era when the skeleton flag was flying, the SS represented not only the most powerful army but also brutality. They believe in ancient knights, believe in the power of their ancestors, and are brave and unyielding. But at the same time, they are also butchers, butchers whose hands are stained with women's and children's blood. In front of them, all enemies are enemies. Their butcher knives will never relax because of whether the enemy has lost resistance.

Zhukov said in his memoir: "... Those Nazi SS are real soldiers. Compared with them, I and Eisenhower (U.S. Marshal) are his mother's amateur doll troops. From the bottom of my heart, they are my respected opponents.

The fear of the enemy is the best praise. Today, even if there is only one skeleton soldier standing here, this is the Xinjiang border of the empire.

The fragmented battlefield in the distance has been faintly visible. The ten-thousand-word flag is flying high, and the eagle and skeleton are slowly and firmly approaching.

"Inhale...exhale..." The general took a deep breath and highlighted a thick puff of smoke.

He crushed and crushed his cigarette buttocks fiercely. The general stood up with a sword, "Skull flag? Ah, it really makes my blood a little boiling. I didn't expect that there would be a ss skeletonist guy coming. Hey hey, that's great. Praise my Lord, that's great... Ah ha ha ha, Hallelujah!"

The entanglement of fate is always so wonderful. The reason why the general is called a general is not because he is a general. According to the current battlefield situation, every member of the Eastern Knights still standing on the battlefield is a general. They are all generals who lead many mechanical warriors, and as long as conditions permit, their team will continue to grow.

The reason why the general is called a general and is recognized by everyone is...

"Oh? It's the flag of the bloody bear!" The count's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. "I didn't expect it to be the general's army, hehe!"

The elite baron felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the count's words. What is that expression, appreciation for the enemy? Or are you laughing at him for the inevitable setback?

"Your Excellency! What's wrong with the general? Have the parts on your body been left by the general?"

The tone of the elite baron is very tough. To be honest, this is close to provocation. According to the current situation, it is not too much to say that this is provocation.

The count was still indifferent and did not show any dissatisfaction because of the unreasonableness of the elite baron. No wonder you are on the battlefield for the first time! Naturally, I don't know these things!"

"All I know is that his blood can water my honor!"

"Do you know how many people still have the original Eastern Knights and fangs now?" Impointing the tough attitude of the elite baron, the count continued his topic with a smile like a monologue.

The first generation of the Eastern Orthodox Knights is literally the elite veterans of the first generation of the Eastern Orthodox Knights. The fangs are the collective name of the generation of vampires who gushed out of Aryan City and came to the surface to explore.

"I'm not interested in remembering these Chen Kang's data. All I have to do is to defeat the enemy and advance the front!"

"One hundred and sixty-eight of the Knights Templars of the original Dongzheng Knights have survived, and t for fangs, there are hundred and fangs remaining!"

The face of the elite baron turned ugly. The count undoubtedly despised him, which was completely different from the feeling the count gave him before. If he was treated as a colleague before, the count gave him the feeling that he was obviously like an old man treating a child. Yes, just like he treats the descendants of the Youth League.

The difference is that the descendants of the Youth League looked at him with admiration and enthusiasm, while his eyes at the count were cold.

"Do you know the total number of people fighting on the battlefield now? You absolutely can't imagine that there are 580 people. Yes, most of the members of the old generation who are still standing on the battlefield now, so where are those new bloods there again? The count still smiled faintly.

But at this time, the expression of the elite baron was not so relaxed. He was not scared by the harsh data. When he decided to participate in the assessment of the skeleton master, he already knew that life and death were not so important to him.

He just heard something else from the count's words. Still alive, so... "Where's Your Excellency? Are you a fang?"

"Oh, that's right!" The count showed his sharp little tiger teeth, "You can call me a murderer, a bloody murderer!" This is my name on the battlefield!"

"Bloody killer!" The elite baron's cold face is finally a little moved. Although he is an elite, he still knows some of the rules of the battlefield. Now that there is no organization and no group warfare, one person has a production line to pull up an army. I don't know how many such mechanical warriors and ghouls will be in this every day. Disappeared on the bloody battlefield.

However, there are still some existences where their legion has been named and recognized by countless people.

He has heard a sentence in the college that the name is wrong. Obviously, he is an ugly man, but he takes the name of a handsome man, but... the title is absolutely not bad!

The bloody killer, I don't know how many people have recognized the name. It's hard for him to imagine that this is the name of the battlefield owned by the count who has been full of aristocratic demeanor all the way.

"Ha ha ha, do you want to worry? Maybe after you live long enough, you will also have a majestic and loud nickname, um! By the way, how about killing the general and snatching his name, how about calling it a giant bear butcher?

The elite baron gently moved his neck, which slightly relieved the slightly depressing atmosphere. Just as the count asked, he felt that the whole air seemed to become thick.

"General... Where did the title of general come from? General, it seems that everyone can call it that, but it doesn't mean anything special, does it? The elite baron can finally calm down and ask questions sincerely. The name of the battlefield is not something that can be pretended at will.

He has seen that a majestic ghoul who does not look like a ghoul raised a flag, and a sharp claw held a dry heart high. This is the sign on the flag, the sign of the bloody abuser.

The battle flag can only exist if it is recognized by the enemy and teammates. It's like an ordinary Afghan who comes to the United States. He can only say that he is Afghan. It's a little strange for him to say his name to others. But when bin Laden arrived in the United States, he said that it was enough for him to be Ben Ladan.

This is the battle flag!

"The story of the general? It happens that there is still some time. I can tell you that he is a powerful man, and he is also a unique man. Will you keep the dead ghoul corpses? Or will you put any engraving and name on your ghoul subordinates?

The elite baron shook his head and saved the body of the ghoul, engraved? Isn't it full? Who cares so much about these consumables? Just like in normal times, who will number their mineral water? Today's drink is No. 1, and tomorrow's drink's No. 3 and so on.

"He has it. He has numbered each of his mechanical warriors, and if the center is recycled, it will be used instead of directly returning to the furnace for recasting."

"What's the point of this? Like ghouls, the combat skills and memories of mechanical warriors can be shared. As long as one exists, it is equivalent to the inheritance of the whole ethnic group.

The count smiled more brilliantly, "Oh, that's right, that's it, but the general is different. He treats every mechanical warrior like this, and sometimes he even makes some very irrational things to grab the remains of the mechanical warrior! It's like..."

"It's like a general who loves his own soldiers!" The elite baron couldn't help taking it and saying the following.

The count bit the glove of his left hand and pulled it off, revealing his red ghost claws and covering half of his face. At this moment, one of his eyes is normal madness, and the other side of his fingers is already a beastly red light.

"Hey hey hey, the battlefield has indeed changed like mathematics, but this is also an arithmetic that only the devil can play!"