At 10 o'clock the next morning, in the conference room of the Sandstorm City Command, Lu Menglin and all members of the plane team, including a group of newly conquered officers in Sandstorm City, were holding a close-up meeting.

When Lu Menglin told everyone present that within ten days, a group of the Dark Road clan would pass by this place, everyone first showed disbelief expressions, and then they were shocked, worried, and fearful.

"Is this news sure?" Gao Dajin asked with a worried look on his face.

As the tactical commander of the God Nation, he knows the most about how terrible the Dark Race Legion has.

Because of the large racial base, the dark race has a huge difference in strength between monsters and is usually based on races as combat units. Once a built-in Dark Monster Legion appears, it means that this legion has at least one large legion commander and no less than four commander-level dark monsters. This means that in this dark race legion, there are a large number of high-level dark creatures. Under the command of the army, these high-level dark creatures will burst out with combat power far better than the tribe.

"It's basically certain. This is an oracle from the Dragon God of Light." Lu Menglin lied without red face and his heart was not beating.

Because he was not going to tell these companions of the plane team about the existence of the King of Destruction that the King of Destruction was not a product of the Divine People's Continent, but from the alien warship on the earth, from the endless distant starry sky.

Moreover, the King of Destruction is the most special trump card in his hand at present. It is not ruled out that Lu Menglin will use this card to deal with the gods in the future, so he simply used the name of the Dragon God of Light as a guise. Anyway, he already has the title of Dragon God favorer on him, so he doesn't need to be in vain.

When they heard it was the oracle of the Dragon God of Light, the people of the Gods present suddenly felt awe-inspiring, and all looked solemn.

The two priests, the sinful priest Dabula and the second-level priest Huang Shaotian, bowed and bowed to express their respect to the Dragon God of Light.

The previous incident of the well had already made everyone have no doubts about Master Wu Hao's magic tricks. So when he suggested that within ten days, there would be news of the Dark Race Legion coming, everyone had no doubts and dared not doubts.

Only the officers at the gathering site, who lacked enough understanding of the Dark Race, were confused and all showed doubts.

Gao Dajin took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Wuhao, we must leave here as soon as possible! We have no chance to fight the Dark Legion head-on."

Upon hearing this, the officers present all had a commotion.

They felt very uneasy. Leader Wu Hao was leaving the gathering site? If even he could not resist the enemy, could the rest of us do it?

"Master Wu Hao, maybe we don't have to leave the gathering point!" Mi Xiaochuan suddenly spoke.

Everyone was shocked, especially Gao Dajin, who looked surprised.

The reason why he so firmly demanded to leave immediately was not that he was afraid of death himself, but that half of the reason was to protect someone in the team.

Because this person has a special identity, even if Master Wu Hao dies, he must not be allowed to get into trouble.

But now, this person actually spoke up and said, "Why don't you have to leave the gathering site?" Is he crazy? Or has he been knocked out and doesn't know his importance?"

Suddenly, not only Gao Dajin's face changed drastically, but most of the grassroots gang members changed their faces.

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Meng Lin glanced at Mi Xiaochong, then looked at everyone whose face changed drastically, thinking, if this is the case, I won’t even have to come out and mess around in the future!

Linguistic scholar Mi Xiaochuan, who are you? Why are these people from the Grassroots Gang so nervous about you?

However, Lu Menglin has never been a person who likes to explore other people's secrets. He can only know some things in his mind, and there is no need to write them on his face.

"Mi Xiaochuan, why did you say this?" Lu Menglin said lightly.

Mi Xiaochuan nodded vigorously and said loudly: "If the Dark Race's legion is dispatched as your information says, then their purpose will definitely not be just one or several human race gathering points."

"In our historical records, there have been several incidents where the Dark Race arrived at a new plane at the same time as the Dark Race. The Dark Race will only send large legions to fight if it is clear that it must conquer this plane and have some understanding of the strength of this plane. Because doing so will consume a lot of their energy for teleporting legions."

"To be honest, we are already behind! We have not yet lit up the spatial coordinates, and the Dark Race has sent a large army, which has an absolute advantage in this plane. So we must lit up the spatial coordinates as soon as possible, otherwise there will be only one outcome, that is, to be killed and swallowed by them together with this plane."

Mi Xiaochong talked and all the listeners were frightened.

Especially those officers at the gathering site, all of them looked extremely hard to see.

Because of what I said just now, as long as those present were not fools, they could clearly hear that the group of people in the group of people in the original plane were not human races, but human lives from different spaces.

They followed the people from these strange spaces, which was equivalent to having one foot onto the pirate ship. Now they heard the origin of others. They were like mice falling into the cesspool, either shit or shit.

Lu Menglin saw the embarrassment of this group of human officers and empathized with it. He shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous! Everyone is human race, but we are just from another plane. The Dark race we are talking about is the monsters with the sword in the belly you have seen. They are here to destroy this plane world, and we have no such plan. We are life and death enemies with the Dark race, and we have gained a comprehensive advantage in our plane."

After hearing the explanation from the leader Wu Hao, the emotions of these human officers were slightly calmer. They were extremely complicated and their expressions on their faces were even more wonderful.

At this time, Long Zhanye, who had been silent, suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Hey! Is it necessary to think so much? Like us, you are just small people in the plane. It is not our turn to consider such a big thing as survival in the plane! How to save your life and survive is the right way!"

It is worthy of being the hero Dragon Battlefield. With just a few words, the psychological distance between the human officer and the plane team members was narrowed.

He was right at all. No matter what plane war he was, who was the plane invader! Whether it was the Gods or the human race in this plane, everyone’s goal was the same, that is, how to survive!

Lu Menglin nodded, signaling Long Zhanye to say that he was right, and asked the human officers: "How many people in the city can fight now? What equipment do they have?"

Among the group of officers, the third adjutant Zhong Ming was still the leader. He quickly stood up and saluted him with a bang, but then said seriously:

"Reporting to the leader of Hao, our city has a total of 3,741 troops! Two gun warehouses, one granary, six old combat vehicles, and ten rapid-fire cannons."

"How many residents are there in the city?" Lu Menglin asked again.

Zhong Ming raised his head and replied with a bright look: "There are about 9,000 soldiers and civilians. If firearms are distributed to young and strong residents, they should be able to form a team of 5,000 people."

"Your guns seem to be different from Ye Han's flying soldiers." Lu Menglin thought for a while and asked.

While speaking, Lu Menglin dragged out an electromagnetic gun from his portable space, which was the spoiled from the flying soldiers.

When Zhong Ming saw this electromagnetic gun, his heart suddenly stumbled. He knew that Lord Wu Hao and the others must have encountered the Korean Flying Squadron that had lasted overnight, and most of them had even destroyed the other party.

"Chief Report, the Korean Flying Forces use electromagnetic weapons, and our gathering points use gunpowder weapons. Their equipment is about twenty to thirty years ahead of us, and there is no way to compare." Zhong Ming smiled bitterly.

"It's so much ahead!" Lu Menglin almost wanted to curse.

Everyone knows that Ye South Korea must have technology leading the way, but they didn't expect that it would be so much ahead. Both sides are not in the same era at all. One is an era that has just left the slash-and-burn farming, and the other has already crossed the interstellar era. The two are simply incomparable.

If this gathering point can arm five thousand warriors holding electromagnetic weapons, it is really possible to have a good fight with the Dark Race's legion. Forget these gunpowder guns, it is probably difficult for the original weapons in their hands to cause effective damage to the Dark Race.

"Where is the closest gathering point here? How many people are there? Is it possible to contact them and fight against the Dark Race?" Lu Menglin thought for a while and asked again.

Zhong Ming looked embarrassed and smiled bitterly: "There are some connections in contact, mainly because there are connections between us middle and lower-level officers. The closest to our Sandstorm City are Heishui City and Xuanming City. The strength and population of these two cities are similar to ours. If you get together, it will be no big problem to get together 5,000 soldiers."

"But it is impossible for these two cities to join forces with us! Because they have commanders, those commanders are directly appointed by Ye South Korea, and they will only obey the instructions of Ye South Korea's military."

"Lord Wu Hao, as long as we concentrate our superior forces and resist the attacks of the previous waves of the Dark Race Legion, we can survive in the cracks in the battlefield!" Mi Xiaochong said with a reluctance.

Lu Menglin nodded, but in fact he understood what Mi Xiaochuang meant.

When the Dark Race came to this plane, the primary target of the seven major powers was the seven major countries, and Ye South Korea was one of them. The gathering points of the human race near the desert were just nails that they pulled out when they passed by.

If the marching speed of the large corps is delayed for these human gathering points and cannot complete the primary target, it will be really not worth the loss.

So Mi Xiaochong's opinion is that as long as everyone defends the Sandstorm City and survives several waves of attacks from the Dark Race, they may be directly abandoned by the army and instead attack more valuable military targets, such as Ye South Korea.

This suggestion sounds tempting, but the risk is also great, because if Sandstorm City cannot block the attack of the Dark Race, everyone will have no way to escape.
Chapter completed!