Chapter 80 The arrival of the phantom flow

Thelwall got off his horse and got off the ground. A follower had already taken the polo club from his hand and handed him a wet towel that was hot but not hot. The trainer who had been standing next to him also quickly led the sweating horse.

Open, slowly stroll around and catch your breath.

Accompanied by the incessant sound of cannons and explosions beyond the distant horizon, the dusty polo ground was still filled with thunderous hooves, and dozens of knights were waving their clubs, shouting, and galloping back and forth.

Thelwall sat calmly on a chair on the sidelines, drinking tea and watching the game. He closed his eyes again to rest his mind, and then turned his attention to the intelligence officer who had been waiting beside him for a long time.

Before Thelwall turned his gaze over, the intelligence officer stood straight beside him without making a sound.

This is Thelwall's rule.

Even if the sky is going to fall in the next second, the Nademik Dynasty will never allow its descendants to panic like those low-class people.

Calmness is a basic quality that a royal family with noble blood should possess since childhood. As a descendant of the dynasty, Thelwall, while devoutly following every rule handed down from the Nademik dynasty, also has a certain attitude toward his subordinates.

The same is required.

"President." The intelligence officer opened the file and reported the current situation: "... the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment has cut off the 7th, 25th and 25th and 25th routes leading to Central City from Bering Port and Qianlong Port.

No. 29 Resource Highway, and deployed layers of defense... The reconnaissance ship of the Bloodwing Fleet sent back news that it had discovered that the Longxing Huiqing Flagship was gathering in the Spartan Troops Corridor of the Da Channel. The current movement of the Red Flagship is unknown.

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The da channel is a B-level channel that connects the Odin Free Channel to Chakna and Suss. Su Kezhou sent a fleet to station there, just as Thelwall expected. After all, this is Chakna.

The passage of life that leads to immortality.

It's a pity that the current main channel is under the control of the Suss Empire. And the large channel, which is inextricably linked to the main channel, cannot be controlled by a green flagship fleet.

With a sneer on his lips, Thelwall nodded with his eyes closed and said calmly: "I know."

The intelligence officer closed the folder and continued: "In addition, the mecha battalion of the Scarlet Mercenary Group has approached Puluo Town and has not yet had a head-on conflict with the Xintai Flow. We have just received intelligence. The Phantom Flow has given up on its master.

The library and its major branches set off at ten o'clock yesterday, passing through the central city and entering Puluo Town."

"Phantom flow?" Thelwall slowly opened his eyes, looked at the dust and mist filling the polo field, and couldn't help but frown.

The identity of the new director of the Tailiupuo Branch Library is no longer a secret.

This fat man Leray who appeared out of thin air and single-handedly promoted the outbreak of the genre war has already made Thelwall feel threatened.

Especially the melee on Puro First Avenue made him have to re-examine this fat man who seemed to pose no threat.

Fifty mechas are nothing in this world of mechas.

However, the combat power that those fifty mechas unleashed in that short battle, as well as the energy cannons equipped on them, were obviously not as simple as a number.

As a collaborator of the Sous Empire, the Fei League is Thelwall's natural enemy. This enemy used to be only Su Kezhou, but now, there seems to be one more.

What makes Thelwall feel the most unhappy is that the arrangements he made many years in advance seem to be facing the threat of a larger plan.

It was hard for him to believe that the Longxing Chamber of Commerce, which was inextricably linked to Chakna, had nothing to do with that fat man Le Lei!

If the fat man was pushed to the forefront by Su Kezhou. If all these conflicts were planned by Su Kezhou behind the scenes, does that mean that the Longxing Society, a behemoth that has dominated Mars for many years, has already had someone like himself?

plan?!

At this moment, the land of Tailiu is splitting, and what does the arrival of the phantom flow mean?

Why is the Longxing Society still in a defensive posture? It has never had any contact with Puluo Town? Even their mecha troops have not moved closer to the central city?

We can no longer let these people from the Fei League hide behind.

Thelwall made up his mind in an instant. It is actually very simple to know the Longxing Meeting's plan and the Fei League's arrangement in Mars.

All you need to do is poke the key parts with a bamboo pole!

The most eye-catching part of this hornet’s nest is naturally Puo Town!

Thelwall wanted to see how long the hidden Fei League forces could remain hidden when his own troops were massacred in Puluo Town!

After exiting First Avenue in Prolo, and twisting and turning through the central business district lined with high-rise buildings, the flying car stopped at the intersection of Piccadilly Avenue in Protown.

On the deserted streets, there are still traces of arson and looting by thugs who took advantage of the fire. Several shops and supermarkets on both sides of the street have been looted. Even the display windows were smashed to pieces. Several cars were burned black.

The flying car with a metal frame was still parked on the roadside. Glass fragments, shoes, clothes and papers were scattered all over the floor.

Sandbags have been piled up at the intersection, and old-fashioned machine guns have been set up to defend against infantry. Portable missiles and several energy machine guns have also been set up on the upper floors of several buildings near the intersection.

Several metal plates disassembled from the wreckage of the mechas on First Avenue were welded into a simple bulletproof wall. The isolation net was also pulled up. Seven or eight bandit mechas and a dozen escort mechas sealed the bridge head.

Strictly true.

The fat man pressed his face against the car window and stared blankly outside the cordon.

He knew that it was Old Smith who asked to see him, but he never dreamed that Old Smith's arrival would be such a huge force.

Old Smith was standing outside the isolation net at the intersection. Behind him were dozens of Phantom Flow-specific agile mechas. And surrounded by the mechas were hundreds of Phantom Flow disciples armed with various weapons. Among these

Among the disciples, there were more than twenty giant trucks.

The automatic doors of several of the truck trunks have been opened.

Several children who knew no worries were happily running around on the automatic landing gear of the truck. In the carriage, women and old people were huddled behind the partition, with only half of their heads exposed, watching quietly.

Obviously, these are the family members of the Phantom Flow people, and they have already left in full force.

The fat man scratched his head with a pair of fleshy hands, as if this was the only way to show his confusion at this moment.

Fat people always know their weight very well. Although they are a little heavier than ordinary people, they are definitely not to the point where they can make people bow to them just by showing off their body weight.

If Old Smith came over first to talk about the price, and then he undressed and undressed after everyone exchanged glances, the fat man would have figured it out. His understanding of Old Smith was enough. This old guy was a man who never saw rabbits, never spread eagles, never saw Japaneses, and never hung up on strings.

Old fox.

But what I saw in front of me was that this old fox had brought the entire phantom stream to Puluo Town. If this wasn't a clear sign of coming to seek refuge with him, what else was it?

The fat man was confused for a moment. Could it be that he was so domineering that the pie in the sky just fell down?

Confused, the fat man quickly put on a smile as soon as the car stopped, got out of the car and strode forward to greet him.

This is exactly what he wants. No matter what, he must eat this phantom stream in one bite.

When he saw the fat man with his facial features deformed and a smile on his face, Old Smith sighed softly. From this guy, he could not see Le Ray's heroic demeanor at all.

However, now, he has no other choice.

Unlike other top-ranked schools, the Phantom Flow has no mercenaries, no business groups, and no exclusive armed fleet. After the outbreak of the war, several factories under the Griffin Knights Hall have been forced to close, and the area where the main hall is located

.It was even blocked into an isolated island by other vertical and horizontal separatist forces.

The war was in chaos and thugs were rampant. Many poor disciples took their families to the mecha hall. Phantom flow was their last resort.

But Old Smith knew that relying only on people like himself, the Phantom Flow would never be able to last until the end of the war. After carefully reading the notice announcing the break with the Tai Liu led by Cooper, he finally

Made up my mind.

Go to Protown!

Old Smith didn't care about betting all the phantom flow on the gambling table. He had nothing to lose.

Thus, the phantom flow began to travel through the rain of bullets.

From the location of the Central City Main Hall to Pro Town, the flying car usually only takes an hour's journey. The Phantom Flow traveled for a whole day. After paying the price of the lives of two giant trucks and several escort soldiers, they finally arrived.

Protown.

Tian Xingjian walked towards him.

Old Smith looked back behind him.

Led by Cozmo, dozens of Phantom Flow core disciples lined up neatly in a square formation.

These young people who grew up in the free world stood tall and silent at this moment. They only stared at the figure coming towards them.

Including Cosmo, the eyes of these young warriors showed clear and undisguised admiration!

He led more than 270 prisoners of war across thousands of miles behind enemy lines to break out of the siege. He sneaked into Mozic alone and stirred up a violent storm to capture James. He blocked the Hunter Army, rampaged through thousands of mechas, and charged forward arrogantly amidst the sky full of artillery fire. He fell into the abyss and then returned.

Miraculous survival.

The most important thing is that he once controlled a mecha to eliminate a hundred with one, and was invincible with a pair of iron fists roaring in the main hall of the Phantom Flow. He repaid the humiliation that Cooper had inflicted on the Phantom Flow a hundredfold.

Whenever I think about the scene at that time, not only this group of young pilots, but also Old Smith himself and several steady and indifferent elders can't help but be fascinated.

The future of Phantom Stream is firmly tied to this person, and no one objects!

Therefore, here comes the phantom stream!

But, can this fat man really bring a bright future to Phantom Flow?

Old Smith is not sure!

Until now, he still can't figure out how this fat man can clean up this mess! Even if he needs the core skills again, no matter how embarrassed he is at this moment, Old Smith will not hand over the lives of the young people behind him to a hopeless war.

Looking at the fat man walking in front of him, Old Smith's eyes were as bright as lightning. He was silent for a long time, and then he asked a confused question: "Are you sure?"

The fat man was startled. From beginning to end, he and Old Smith were not familiar with each other. They didn't even know each other formally.

But now, the old man standing in front of him simply asked the question he was most worried about.

Turning his gaze behind Old Smith, the fat man put away the smile on his face when he faced the fiery gazes of the Phantom Jets.
To be continued...