"The people of the Lion Heart Society are a group of guys who can charge into battle and risk their lives. If they abandon all their strongholds and attack as a group, their momentum will be very strong. It will be almost impossible for our scattered peripheral forces to stop them."
"But the sharp knife fighting method is a very straight fighting method. Its advantage lies in its tip, and its weakness also lies in its tip. As far as the Lion Heart Society is concerned, the tip of their knife is naturally Chu Zihang." Nuo.
Nuo said.
"Is Chu Zihang their weakness?" Caesar asked with a frown.
"Of course not now." Nono shook his head, "This year they have Chu Zihang sitting in the rear. People in the Lion Heart Society will only feel that they have a backbone, and they wish they had endless strength when fighting."
"If they want to use the tip of the knife strategy, Chu Zihang must act as the fastest and most powerful tip of the knife to boost morale. Only the Lion Heart Society led by him can become the sharp blade that tears through the siege and pierces our hearts."
"It's your turn now, Caesar." Nono said, looking at Caesar.
"You mean, when Chu Zihang steps into the battlefield, I will stop him and break the sharpest tip of their sword?" Caesar, as the heir of the Gattuso family, has been familiar with the art of war since he was a child, so it should be natural
Just see through.
"Yes." Nono nodded heavily, "You are the only one in the student union who has the power to compete with Chu Zihang. Holding him down is equivalent to pulling out the sharp teeth of a beast. Susie is a sniper, and Lancelot is even more powerful.
Belonging to a wise general, the remaining members of the Lionheart Society will become blunt instruments with their tips broken off!"
"It seems that as long as the frontline strongholds are well guarded and news can be sent back in time, the student union has no reason to lose this year!"
Caesar crossed the sand table and walked to the dark-carved marble table aside. Red wine as precious as blood was placed together with his hunting knife Dictado and pistol Desert Eagle. On top of it stood a thick book of "
"The Bible" has quite a conflicting beauty of wealth and power being held in one's hands.
'The Bible will bring good luck to the war, give you a strong heart, and open the door to victory for Gattuso.'
This is the dogma that the Gattuso family has believed in for generations. Worshiping the Bible before the war is a necessary tradition and step. Even if bombs have exploded overhead, the ethics of faith must not collapse!
So Caesar threw the obtrusive Bible aside, picked up the exquisite goblet, and gently swayed the bright red wine inside. Then he took the lead in passing a glass to Nono, and then he held another glass in his hand. The corners of his handsome mouth seemed to be
A smile symbolizing victory has been outlined.
"For victory and glory..."
Before the word "Cheers" was uttered, and the two goblets raised in the air had not touched each other with a crisp sound, the communicator on the table erupted with complicated sounds.
"Chairman, the eight-man team in the church was wiped out by a group of people, and they didn't even have time to send out a distress signal!"
"Chairman, the five members of the diving department who were ambushed in the school swimming pool were caught in one fell swoop. Their last message seemed to be that they saw a ghost on the battlefield, and then they lost contact!"
"Chairman, the team leader who was squatting at the back door of the cafeteria said he saw a dark shadow running into the cafeteria. Then he followed the cafeteria and then... disappeared inexplicably. His team members went to look for him but also disappeared one by one.
If we lose contact, it’s just like Calabash Baby saving grandpa, it’s extremely scary!”
"What is Calabash Boy saving grandpa?" The last liaison officer who reported was a Chinese. Caesar caught an allusion in his words that he didn't understand and asked Nuonuo.
"Once upon a time, there were seven gourds on a vine, and there was an old man...forget it, it just means 'send them one by one'." Nono rolled his eyes, "But is this the time to discuss this now?"
"Damn it, our peripheral troops were all wiped out. Did Chu Zihang do it?" Caesar punched the marble table hard, causing fine cracks on the hard table. His words were as sharp as a blade.
Cold.
"Is it Chu Zihang?" Nono's dark red eyes flashed with suspicion, and she had a vague guess.
"Chairman..." Another message came from the communicator.
"Don't tell me which team was wiped out again!" Caesar grabbed the communicator and roared angrily into the microphone.
"A team was wiped out... but it wasn't ours. It was a reconnaissance team sent to the library by the Lionheart Society. When we found them, they seemed to have been 'dead' for a long time. They were all shot in the head.
He looked completely helpless, and his 'death' appearance was extremely cruel!"
"The Lion Heart Society's team was wiped out?" Caesar on the other end of the communicator was stunned when he heard the news, "That elusive 'ghost' is not Chu Zihang!"
"It's... Chairman... It's the road... Ah!" A burst of noisy exclamations and struggles came from the other end of the communicator, and finally everything fell silent after the communicator's scream.
"The battlefield is almost cleared. It's pointless to fight with these little minions. It's time to advance to the official stage of this chess game. Should I go to senior Caesar first or my senior brother..."
This slightly unfamiliar voice came from the communicator. The voice gradually became distant until it was drowned by the howling wind on the other end.
"Now I know who the 'ghost' is." Nono slapped her forehead, and she suddenly remembered that she had once encouraged a certain guy to participate in a free day, and even warned him slightly provocatively not to be scared out of his wits...
…
"Lu Mingfei." Caesar spat out the name coldly. His cold blue pupils were instantly covered with hot gold, his fighting spirit boiled like lava, and he was as chill as iron.
…
"Battlefield ghost?" Chu Zihang sat in front of Odin Square, frowning and staring at Lancelot.
"Yes, President, a 'ghost'-like shadow appeared on the battlefield of Freedom Day. The student union and our main force were mostly wiped out by that 'ghost'!" Lancelot stood beside Chu Zihang,
The expression is serious.
"That shouldn't be a ghost." Chu Zihang shook his head gently.
He knew who the "battlefield ghost" described by Lancelot was, and he had the ability to roam the entire battlefield as if he were in a deserted place. He and Caesar were the only ones in the entire academy.
Susie, wearing a black combat uniform, returned from a distance. Her long hair was tied into a high black ponytail behind her head. Her body wrapped tightly in the combat uniform was hot and capable, like a female special forces soldier returning from a mission.
Susie was holding a bulky black box in her hand, which contained a heavy gun that did not match her slim figure. The "king of sniper rifles" - the Barrett 82a1 sniper rifle, because of its tearability and tearability like artillery shells.
Due to its destructive power, it is also known as the "cannon" among the people.
"It's Lu Mingfei, the president's junior brother. I saw him from a distance in the sniper scope." Susie put down the black box and sat under the Odin statue.
"How is he?" Chu Zihang asked Su Qian, like an elder brother who cares about his younger brother's academic performance.