Chapter 1263 Cutting the grass without eradicating the roots (1)
Qi Zhenyun was kicking his feet off the ground, his face was flushed, and his eyes were bulging. He desperately slapped Song Zheng's hand that was strangling his neck. However, his "efforts" seemed to be
So ridiculous.
All the generals and soldiers outside were firmly blocked by the slave army. Except for the three Charles, the rest of the slave army had also made great progress over the years. Even those with ordinary qualifications, the old man did not give up on them.
Later, they slowly thought of ways to reach the level of heavenly demons.
Even if the generals in the forward base mobilized external troops to attack fiercely, they could not get through at all. Qi Zhenyun also has his own presidential guard, all of which are powerful star warriors.
When they first rushed in, there were only four members of the Presidential Guard here, and they couldn't react at all. But now, hundreds of people from the entire Presidential Guard came over to kill him.
These powerful star warriors are the best selected from the army, but under their protection, the President was kidnapped. What a shame and humiliation!
Therefore, they fought with great ferocity regardless of their own safety.
Qi Zhenyun's confidants finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the presidential guard approaching. Unexpectedly, Charles shouted in a low voice: "Team 1, enter!"
"I'll give you three minutes."
The slave army separated 20 soldiers and used a special battle formation to face the Presidential Guard. More than 30 of the Presidential Guard fell down!
Qi Zhenyun's confidants were shocked when they saw it. Are the strengths of the two sides really so different?
And then the slave army told them through actual actions that the real gap was even greater than they imagined.
The Presidential Guards were stunned by the first assault, and immediately prepared themselves to guard against the opponent's second assault. However, the first team of the slave army suddenly started fighting on their own. They gave up their formation and each raced at their highest speed.
, broke into the Presidential Guards from different places, screams continued, and the blood of forty or fifty people was spattered on the spot.
Just when they had just adapted to this chaotic battle, the slave army suddenly withdrew and attacked again in a neat and powerful formation.
In fact, there were only three attacks in total before and after, and all the powerful presidential guards fell to the ground. From the beginning to the end, it took less than a minute...
Qi Zhenyun's confidants were completely stunned: It turns out that the elite soldiers we are so proud of are so vulnerable in front of them.
The senior staff officer responsible for communicating with Song Zheng reacted first and shouted outside: "Mr. Song, Mr. Song, don't do anything stupid, he is the president of the Grand Federation!"
Song Zheng tilted his head slightly and looked at Qi Zhenyun with interest. There was a strong pleading in the latter's eyes, but the hand on his neck remained motionless. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and he knew
He is going to die.
Suddenly, the terrible force on his neck disappeared, and he fell heavily to the ground. He kept twitching, and then started coughing. It took him a while to recover from the pain.
When he raised his head again, he saw Song Zheng sitting on the chair that belonged to him, drinking his good wine.
He stood up slowly and asked, "We can talk about whatever you want, sir."
Song Zheng tasted the wine in his hand and said, "You killed Hua Bianwu, but I didn't care. Do you know why?"
Qi Zhenyun subconsciously wanted to deny it, but wisely did not do so. He shook his head and said: "I don't know." In fact, before this, he had always guessed that it was because Song Zheng did not have a strong heart and was used to appeasement when faced with challenges.
.
Of course, he doesn't dare to say these words now.
Song Zheng said: "Because in my opinion, for the future of the entire human race, this is a worthy sacrifice."
"You continue to weaken my power, and I can tolerate it, because it is also an acceptable sacrifice."
"Even if you can prove that you have the ability to completely defeat the demon clan, but the condition is that I commit suicide, I will probably accept it, because if I think Huabianwu's life is a worthy sacrifice, then my own
So is life."
Qi Zhenyun definitely didn't believe it, but Song Zheng didn't need him to believe it. He just felt that something should be said.
"But you are always so tacky. You have to use a conspiracy to cover up everything you do. You are also a fake benevolent person, and your life is boring."
"The demon race is gone. It was only at this time that you thought of killing me - it's a pity that at this time, there is really no need for any sacrifice."
"So if you want to kill me, that's not possible."
He drank slowly: "You are the president. If you want to kill me, I don't want you to kill me, so I will have to kill you."
Qi Zhenyun said in panic: "But I am the president. If you kill me, you will be in a lot of trouble. It is not cost-effective. I can guarantee that I will never appear in front of you in the future, and there will not be any conspiracy against you.
I can promote you as a combat hero and give you a transcendent status within the Grand Federation..."
Song Zheng chuckled and said lightly: "I don't believe you."
Qi Zhenyun was suddenly stuck, and Song Zheng said: "I know that you guys, who are dirty at heart, despise warriors the most. You think that with your little tricks, you can play with 'martial warriors' like us.
But I also want you to see the martial artist's counterattack."
He put down the wine glass, stretched out his thumb and made a throat-slitting gesture on his neck. Qi Zhenyun's neck was cut off by some mysterious force, and his head rolled down, his eyes widening with unwillingness.
He couldn't believe that Song Zheng really killed him so easily.
Song Zheng curled his lips casually, as if he had killed a wild dog.
The senior generals and staff outside looked at Qi Zhenyun's body in stunned silence. Their minds went blank and they didn't know what to do next.
Song Zheng picked up his glass of wine again: "All combat plans will be carried out as originally planned. If you encounter strong resistance, you can come to me for help. We will discuss other matters after we achieve the final victory."
He glanced at the senior generals and said: "The real president Qi Zhenyun is just a temporary president during the war. After peace comes, we can hold a popular election to elect a real president."
The senior generals immediately understood what he meant: "You... want to run for election?"
If you take refuge at this time, you will be a minister of the dragon in the future!
Song Zheng rolled his eyes angrily, but he couldn't blame them for always judging others by themselves. He waved his hand and said: "I will not run for election. After the war, I will truly live in seclusion and not participate in anything. All of you here should be
Qualified to run for election.”
The generals' eyes lit up, and they immediately went to plan the battle with great motivation.
Regardless of whether Mr. Song will go back on his promise, at least for now, everyone has a strong motivation.