The intruders riding Black Widow motorcycles galloped through the campus streets as nimbly as swimming fish, firing continuously with mini-submachine guns. For a time, the elites of Cassel College were temporarily suppressed in the safe passages of various buildings.
As soon as the riders entered the campus, they broke into pieces and infiltrated the college like a military fortress. In the library control room, Guderian and Manstein hurriedly opened the door and entered.
Wearing a pure white oxygen mask and looking like a hawk, Von Schneider, the head of the executive department, had his hands behind his back and was staring at the three-dimensional map in front of the screen.
Each red dot that lights up on it represents the students who joined the battle after receiving weapons. They are now firmly guarding the entrance to each building fortress.
Once all the red dots in the area disappear, it means that the building has completely failed.
"Dragon invasion, what's going on? The dragons will ride motorcycles and form a group with MP5 submachine guns to attack Kassel College? If so, I suggest you put your head in your hands and surrender immediately." The bald Professor Manstein spoke loudly and excitedly, spitting Stars splash.
Be skeptical of the information promoted on emergency broadcasts.
"I don't know. This was determined by Norma independently. I don't have enough authority to understand why Norma determined that the invasion was caused by the Dragon Clan." Schneider tapped his fingers on the keyboard, calling up the currently intact Video footage captured by the monitor.
Black motorcycles roared past, and the heavily armed intruders, wearing helmets and masks, behaved well-trained.
"Where is the principal now?" Professor Guderian, who looked bloated after putting on his combat uniform, asked.
"In the underground base, they are preparing to test the brass cans brought from the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River." Schneider said.
"The brass can may be the target of these guys." Manstein pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said with great certainty.
Regardless of the time or starting point, this goal is very consistent. The three people present are all experienced in the martial arts world, and they can understand everything at once.
"Then the focus of our defense work should be on the underground level. The Hall of Valor, the church and the library are the three most important entrances." Schneider stretched out his hand again and swiped across the large screen in front of him, and the 3D map of the college was once again displayed. After calling it up, he easily circled three places on it.
"Can I contact the principal now?" Guderian asked in a deep voice. Before that, he felt it was necessary to tell the principal that someone was going to destroy his house and let him be prepared.
"I have already called his cell phone, which is turned off. Moreover, in order to ensure that core secrets or scientific research results are leaked, the Shikodi District prohibits all private communications, including radio and local area networks." Schneider replied.
On the academy grounds, this is the high command. The heavy burden now falls on Schneider and these two middle-aged and elderly professors with almost zero combat power.
"Then we don't have to think about anything else. We just need to focus on guarding the entrances to these three places." Manstein waved his hand decisively, with the courage to abandon the car to save the commander.
"To be precise, just guard the Hall of Valor and the church. The library is left to Norma for defense. When her war personality is activated, she can connect the metal tunnel with tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity after it is determined that the dragons have invaded." Schneider Speech correction.
"The commissioners of the execution department are all performing tasks overseas. The retired SEALs can handle ordinary incidents, but this time it is a dragon invasion, and the power of ordinary people is nothing more than a drop in the bucket." The head of the execution department glanced at Just understand the question Manstein opened his mouth to ask.
"Then what fighting strength do we have left?" Manstein nervously touched his smooth and shiny head with his hand. This was the first time that Kassel College had encountered such an attack since its establishment.
These old professors who specialize in academics are so new that they have almost forgotten how to load a pistol.
"Don't forget, there are also our trained students with excellent bloodlines. They will guard this academy with us." Schneider's iron-gray eyes revealed a deep light.
"Caesar Gattuso will lead the student union to guard the Hall of Valor, and Chu Zihang will lead the Lionheart Society to guard the church. They are both elites in the A-level mixed race, and their men are also strong and brave." Schneider's words made some The nervous Manstein and Guderian gradually calmed down, and they naturally knew the abilities of their beloved students.
"That's all it can do." Manstein said.
"We seem to have forgotten someone, a person who can greatly change the situation of the war." Guderian raised his head slightly and looked at Schneider.
They subconsciously ignored the monster. In the lavishly decorated and spacious Amber Pavilion, the crystal palace chandelier shines with soft brilliance.
After arranging their weapons, Caesar and Chu Zihang received the news through the radio equipment almost at the same time. They looked at each other silently, and then took their people away.
"Hey, let's compete and see who can kill the intruder first." Suddenly, Caesar, who was loading Frigga bullets into the Desert Eagle pistol, called out to the black-clad Ice Cube who was walking towards the door of Amber Hall. Face boy.
"What's your bet?" Chu Zihang tilted his head, his voice cold. He did not refuse the offer.
"A Bugatti Veyron." Caesar grinned, showing off his rich boyish demeanor. This multi-million dollar sports car is nothing more than a small bet.
Even the crowd couldn't help but make noises for this huge bet, and at the same time stared at Chu Zihang with interest, anticipating his bet.
"Then I'll just use this sword." Chu Zihang slightly raised the black-sheathed Japanese sword in his hand with a calm expression.
This imperial sword, Murasame, is not only an excellent alchemical knife, but also a relic left to him by his father.
Chu Zihang's belief in this bet is self-evident.
"Very good, it's an equal bet. I look forward to your good news." Caesar nodded and did not hesitate to give his blessing to the other party.
The handsome boy in black clothes and black trousers turned his head and continued walking outside. Every step was as even as measured by a ruler.
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"Potato Chips, who did you send to take the place of No. 13?" asked an intruder who was riding a Black Widow motorcycle and held down the headset with one hand.
"Keep it secret." A woman's voice mumbled from the other side, as if she was chewing some kind of puffed food.
"You only need to be responsible for leading the team to the Hall of Valor. The original plan remains unchanged." The woman comforted her again.
The slender black figure riding the motorcycle shook his head helplessly and turned the handle. The Black Widow's engine roared heavier and heavier.
The dozen or so motorcycles following behind accelerated together. The wind pushed away the dark clouds in the sky at some point, revealing the moon as bright as a silver plate.
A figure in a green robe stood on the top of the highest building with a sword in his hand. His handsome face was immersed in the dim moonlight, like a god untainted by the mortal world.
He seemed to be overlooking, and he seemed to be sneering.
"Potato chips, I think I saw that monster." The captain who took the lead in speeding towards the Hall of Valor just glanced back at the figure at a very high place, and then turned his head hurriedly.
Sight has weight, especially for a hybrid who perceives terror like this.
"Okay, you are just a small character in this mission, and you are not worthy of being treated so seriously. If you are accidentally captured, use a honey trap to escape and win over the old cow to eat the young grass." Headset The women inside seemed to be talking and laughing in a low voice.
"I hope he won't say expressionlessly when I show off my figure: Monster, look at the sword." The captain curled his lips and pressed the hang up button.
"Follow my orders later." The man turned his head and ordered again. His eyes inevitably glanced upward slightly, but the figure at the top of the Gothic building had disappeared.
The captain's heart trembled, and he immediately turned the handle of the motorcycle to the maximum. The more they get to know this guy, the more unfathomable they find him.
Definitely the biggest variable. In the small attic of the church bell tower, a shy old guy with a beer belly, wearing a rolled-brimmed cowboy hat, slightly showing his frosty white temples, wearing a plaid shirt, and riding his cowboy boots high, was lying on a half-used cowhide sofa. watch TV.
The character in the picture is also a cowboy, holding a revolver and dueling three gangsters single-handedly.
It's just that his appearance is much more handsome than this old guy.
"Ding, ring, ring." The old-fashioned desk phone rang, and the old cowboy took the call while lying on his back.
"Watching "High Noon" so many times in a row, don't you ever get tired of it?"
"Hey, Angers, it's great to hear your voice." The old cowboy changed his position excitedly, from lying on his back to lying on his back, like a straightened potato.
"A classic is a classic." The old cowboy was extremely excited.
"I'm here to ask you to lift the commandments." The other person got straight to the point.
"Are you serious?" The old man sat up straight and his expression became serious.
"Young people also need this experience. Let's relax the restraints on them appropriately. What we need is not obedient sheep, but fearless lions."
"But are the young people ready?" the old cowboy murmured. But the other person didn't continue talking.
"Then, I agree to your suggestion for the time being." He hung up the phone. The light in the black and white TV screen was still changing on the old man's face, and it was impossible to see his expression at the moment.
The phone rang again. The old man picked up the phone again.
"Dad." The voice on the other side was a little nervous.
"Oh, Manstein, my dear son, good evening! I miss you very much." The old cowboy's tense expression suddenly became beaming.
"What's the matter with you looking for me?" He patted his thigh and continued to ask.
"I would like to ask you to lift the commandment." The man's voice was low but extremely firm. This conversation was followed by a long silence.
"Dad?" After a long time, another tentative voice came.
"Hey, I'm here." The old cowboy replied.
"If it really violates the school rules, please blame me and Professor Schneider from the Executive Department for the consequences..." Manstein said hesitantly.
"No, no, son, your birthday is coming soon. I will break the commandments right away and treat it as my birthday gift to you. It is a unique gift. Tell your friends that having a father who loves you is a gift. What a happy thing." The old cowboy stopped the man from continuing, said everything in one breath, and hung up the phone.
On the other side, Manstein, who was driving the speakerphone, was completely stunned. The two people next to him were looking at him with strange eyes.
"I envy you so much..." After a while, the gray-haired Professor Guderian said in a sour tone.
Manstein touched his shiny bald head with some embarrassment and forced himself to explain.
"He usually, oh no, he has never been like this before..."
"It's really amazing to have a dad who is willing to carry the school rules and regulations for you." Schneider's cold voice directly defeated all Manstein's struggles.
In the church attic, the old cowboy picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. He looked serious and sat on the sofa with his back straight, and the magnificent golden color began to flow from his eyes.
The candle beside the wooden table beside him has been burning for many years, and the spirit of words and precepts has enveloped the academy for many years.
Now, the old man lowered his head and slowly blew out the candle. The powerful one that could envelope the entire academy.
The "spirit" collapsed. Almost immediately, hundreds of silver-blue beams of light shot into the sky on the screen of the underground monitoring center of the library, and the students' speech spirits were slowly recovering.
It is the awakening of the power flowing through the blood. The captain riding the motorcycle was chanting in a low voice for the first time, and then her figure became as dark as ink.
"Follow me later." The captain jumped off the speeding motorcycle. More than ten people behind him also clapped their backs and stood up. After landing lightly, they stood in a circle on the lawn.
Everyone's figures disappeared into the night. For the students of Kassel College, the Hall of Valor is an area that is rarely visited.
Because the ashes of dragon-slaying heroes of all ages sleep here, the heroes should not be disturbed. Only when degree certificates are awarded annually, students will sit on rows of oak benches wearing Prussian robes and receive their degree certificates amidst the applause of the crowd.
Caesar was sitting on the bench in the front row, still wearing the expensive and elegant white suit, and his hair was as bright as the most dazzling gold.
Beside him were two desert eagles made of pure gold and a black hunting knife. This is all his confidence and confidence.
The young man now rested his hands relaxedly on both sides of the bench, closed his eyes, and had a faint smile on his lips. The people from the student union rushed here as soon as possible after receiving the order.
The girls in white dresses who had no time to change at the dance held Uzzi submachine guns, with magazines and short guns tied to their inner thighs. Sixteen students who had achieved excellent results in the war practice class were divided into guarding the front door, and ten controlled the back door. The passages on the second floor were arranged. Ten guerrillas, holding light and heavy weapons.
The rest picked up submachine guns and carried cold weapons, sitting sporadically on the oak benches, or observing what was going on outside through the blinds.
The number of invaders this time was estimated to be over a hundred. Their scale and firepower were staggering. But they must defend the most important level.
At a certain moment, the invisible wind demon Kamamaita began to fly randomly in the sky above the vast Hall of Valor. Everyone felt that the power inside their bodies had awakened, and pairs of golden eyes burned slowly in silence.
That was the moment when the old cowboy broke his commandments. As time passed by, flames and flames rose from every corner of Kassel College. The intruders were already at war with the guarding students.
But the people from the student union still stood firm and did not move. They are competing against time, and they are also competing against the enemies hiding in the dark, waiting for them to relax their vigilance.
Finally, Ange, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, raised the corners of his mouth and slowly stood up. All members of the student union turned their attention to him at the same time.
"How should we welcome guests from afar?" Caesar slowly walked up to the podium, held down the tabletop, looked at the people in the venue with stern eyes, and asked slowly.
The only response to him was the uniform sound of submachine gun bullets being loaded, with the unique coldness of metal and murderous intent.
