The afternoon light poured down, crossing the black and gray city walls, shining on a large area of ​​the station.

The coldest seasons of the year is winter, especially in the north. However, the afternoon sun here is also the most comfortable, warm but not dry, and shining on the body always makes people feel lazy from the bones, and then they will have the urge to take a nap.

Borg was now confused. Of course, this was not about sleeping. He was thinking about things in a daze and his mood was complicated. So he ignored him when he was walking on the road.

Because of the extraordinary performance of a certain team... or in other words, the two battles of confrontation in the morning had already ended, and the ending was self-evident. The Fourth Army's spear regiment won a great victory. If it weren't for the sudden conflict between the officers of the two armies and the old Marshal Oumeng gave a reprimand, he could even go home for lunch.

To be honest, these two confrontational wars that later evolved into a battle of sentiment between the two armies had little to do with him. The one who could gain the rewards was that he received verbal praise from the old Marshal Oumeng in it, which was not easy and rare. But Borg is still not happy now...

He was a little confused and confused now... and the little fear that he was hidden deep in his heart that he didn't want to face up to it.

How brave can a person be? Ten enemies, hundreds of enemies? After all, there is an end and limit. Only by controlling tens of millions of people, waving their hands, swaying their iron hooves, and shaking their feet, shaking their feet, shaking their feet, shaking the earth and trembling the sky, is the real power!

This is what my father said and it is also Borg's goal. But after watching those two battles, this originally unwavering goal became a bit unreal...

Borg had no good feelings for Tang En, or even resentment. This is certain. There are many reasons for this. His strength is not as good as the other party. His relatives were injured and his beloved woman also favored him...

It can be said that as a man, in this world where the strong are respected, Borg is completely defeated.

But despite this, Borg still did not give up. In terms of strength, Borg knew that there was no chance and went along the way. He knew better than anyone else that Tang En's strength grew faster. However, he also had his own advantages, which was his unique talent in tactics. Recently, he worked hard with Oumeng and benefited a lot. He originally thought that when he grew up to be a general of the army, he could look down on the other side and prove to Joshia who is the strongest!

But now Tang En appeared with the gray space. To be honest, although Borg had been very optimistic about the gray space before, it was in other fields. In his heart, he also thought that this team was not suitable for survival on the battlefield. But the fact is that these few dozen people played a group of soldiers in an applause.

What if the gray space is larger in the future? What will continue to grow? What will happen if your strength continues to grow... When you have thousands of troops in your hands, can the other party easily break it?

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"Hu..." Borg shook his head, breathed a long sigh, and walked into the gate of the family gathering place.

The Gray Clothing Army had no privileges, and the leader Losha only lived in an ordinary house. However, the Elvis family where Borg was located was too many, so they set up a separate place to live.

The area is not large, but you can see at a glance that there is some difference from other buildings at the resident. The most obvious thing is the front yard you see after passing the gate. Ordinary people's habit is to build yards behind their own houses to dry clothes, or raise poultry in captivity, etc.

There are several potted plants in the corner of the front yard. Although they are just ordinary flowers and plants, you will still feel a bit elegant when you see them swaying gently in the wind.

If it were the manor in the past, there should be a master-level sculpture... I shook my head with a complicated expression, Borg walked towards the front hall, and his thoughts began to churn again.

That's right, I used to be a nobleman, so why don't I learn etiquette and sword skills? Why can't I win a mud-legged civilian now? I can't figure it out... And that Joshia, who is obviously a nobleman, should be used to this lifestyle and likes the people in this circle. But why are you always as dull as water to me? I can't figure it out...

Is it because I am not a noble now? No, I think too much, I think too much... Isn't that Philip's name also failed...

He patted his forehead lightly, and Borg forced to dispel the meaningless random thoughts in his mind.

This time, the gray space is just a trick. It is really on the battlefield. How could it be so easy for them to destroy the command post and capture officers at all levels? Well, my path is right... Why doesn't Joshia like me? What's wrong with me... I don't want these, don't want these...

Ahhhh... Borg suddenly hugged his head and squatted at the door of the front hall, opening his mouth and roaring silently. His ferocious face and depressed movements looked extremely frustrated.

"...This time it's an opportunity. After the city publicity plan is launched, it is imperative to establish a secret contact point in the city. Enoch, you are fighting to take over the leadership of this institution."

"I have no problem, but brother, this involves intelligence, it's very sensitive..."

"It is precisely because of this that we need it more!"

“…Yeah, that’s right.”

"This area was useless in the past, and it was always under the control of Luosha. Now she can't be distracted by many things at the station, so she has to find someone who is directly responsible for her... Now our problem is how to squeeze out the other few."

"I understand! Who else is there?"

"A few unrelated people, haha, mainly those guys who are standing behind them who think they have experienced... It's ridiculous to say that they were just living a farmland life, but now they are trying to seize power desperately. I really don't know what to do... If this position wasn't very important, I really wanted to let them go and see how they manage this huge organization by using the method of managing the vegetable garden."

"Haha, it's a pity that this opportunity to watch jokes."

"There will be something in the future. By the way, there is another person who is more troublesome."

"who?"

"Joshia!"

Borg outside the house had already cleaned up his emotions. Although he heard some conversations in the house, he naturally would not think much about it in his current mood. He was about to reach out to knock on the door, but he was frozen by the sudden emergence of "Joshia".

"Joshia..." Paused, and the voice in the room started to sound again, "Isn't she in the Propaganda Department? Why did she think of fighting for this position?"

Oh, it was my father and third uncle Enoke! Borg nodded, and then he couldn't help but secretly discussing, why did they discuss Joshia?

"It should be Luosha's meaning. She is different from those old guys with shallow knowledge. It is impossible for her to understand the importance of this position. She just wants to find someone who thinks she is more at ease."

"Yeah? Losha doesn't trust us?"

"That's not that we are in a boat now. And even when we don't trust, Luosha will not be stingy with what our family gets. Haha, she is a smart person and knows our important role."

"What I said is...but this matter is difficult to deal with. The city publicity plan was Joshia's idea, not to mention that she had participated in it personally. She would probably get the consent of some old guys when she joined the competition."

"That's for sure... Alas, it's also weird. This Joshia, by the way, and the one named Tang En, was not in the garrison when they joined, and I lost the opportunity to get along with each other. As a result, when I came back, one became a person around Luosha, and the other became our potential enemy. It's really... Alas!"

"Yes, it's a pity... If there were them, our family's position in the gray-clothed army would be completely consolidated!"

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It was Tang En again, Tang En again... Borg's breath was thicker and he clenched his fists. He wished that Tang En was in his palm and then he could directly squeeze it.

Borg originally came here to hope to get some words of encouragement from his father, but now he heard a high evaluation of Tang En from it, so he was naturally depressed.

After a moment of silence in the room, Enoch's voice sounded again: "But there is no chance. Isn't Borg pursuing Joshia now?"

"Yes, but the chance is not great!" Bosco in the room sighed, "Borghe...ah, that Joshia seems to have a better impression of Don Eun."

"Uh, it's this Tangen again?"

"Yeah, but this result is not surprising. Joshia knew Tang En before Borg, and Tang En made great achievements again and again... Who doesn't love the heroes who turned the tide during this period?"

“It makes sense!”

Damn, Damn... Borg could no longer listen, so he turned around suddenly, his eyes turned red, and his face left with a tangled look.

Borg, full of anger and unwillingness, did not notice. Just as he first left the door, a gap opened in the front hall door in the back, and a slightly gloomy face narrowed his eyes and looked at his back. Needless to say, this should be Borg's third uncle Enoke.

"Haha, I look very angry..." He chuckled, Enoch turned around and said, "Brother, isn't this exciting and a bit ruthless? Borg has been working hard recently, and I heard that Oumeng has a good evaluation of him..."

"It's not enough!" Bosco, who was standing in the center of the front hall, had no expression on his face. "It's different now. Even if we take a wrong step, we will go directly into the abyss. And now the family is equivalent to demolishing and rebuilding. We will grow old after all. If he cannot grow up quickly and assume the responsibility of his eldest son, the family will never have a future!"

Enoch nodded silently and expressed his agreement. Of course, he knew that if a family wants to develop, the first three generations are the most important. Just like architecture, if the foundation cannot be laid, even if the descendants appear, no matter how terrifying the nature, they must spend a lot of effort to correct themselves.

"Let's go!" Bosco walked towards the door while wearing the black-edged hat, "Go to visit the old guys with me, well, I hope this time won't be too long. I hate the tasteless decoration and strange smells in the vegetable farmers' homes."

"Yes." Enoke opened the door and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Who made them have the food we need now?"

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ps: Sorry, I will only have one chapter today, and the rest will be supplemented tomorrow.

The power was out of stock at home, and it was in an Internet cafe code more than ten miles away... Alas, I really want to complain. The few people next to me should be middle school students, playing with lol. That voice and attitude were like a serious military commander!

Sexy young people, work hard, it depends on you to resist aliens in the future...
Chapter completed!