The peaceful and tranquil life is nothing but an illusion and fantasy. I have been swept into the vortex of this era of war. Unable to escape, I can only struggle endlessly.
The blast door was gently pushed open, and Boswell walked in. Fatty quickly closed his eyes and lay on Milan’s lap.
"Get up, stop playing dead in front of !" Boswell grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Fatty.
"I’m a bit dizzy..." Fatty reluctantly sat up, the flesh on his waist pinched twice hard by Milan.
"I know you’re tired..." Boswell sighed, patting Fatty on the shoulder: "But now is not the ti for you to rest. When the war is over, we’ll take Little Pi back to Gallipalan Laboratory and live our lives."
Milan clung to Fatty, thinking sweetly about the future life. Turning her head, she saw Fatty looking embarrassed, hesitating as if he wanted to speak but stopped... Feeling great hatred, she kicked him hard. Three sons? Ann Lei, Bonnie... this dead Fatty, who knows how many more he has!
"Little Pi hasn’t returned yet; I’m a bit worried..." Boswell didn’t notice the small gestures between the two disciples, shaking his head: "Forget it, let’s talk about business first."
He looked at Fatty and said, "You know about the Fei Alliance Joint Army establishing a joint cha research departnt to develop the twelfth generation cha, right?"
Fatty nodded. He should have been involved in this matter from the beginning. Who knew that on the way to Chuckna, they were attacked, and fate led him on a big detour to Mars Free World.
"The experintal cha has been finalized..." Boswell continued: "This ti, we brought ten prototypes over, originally planning to conduct individual and squad combat tests. Who knew, we encountered a sneak attack from Jiepeng. All the way over, we could only do our best to protect them because we feared the chas would fall into enemy hands, so we dismantled all the chas. Even in the most dangerous tis, we never used them."
Saying this, Boswell glanced at Fatty: "Earlier at the command post, I heard them say that the cha warriors you brought are all War God-level chs?"
Fatty proudly nodded: "There are now about 500 Quasi-chanical Battle Gods with hand speeds above 65, 3,000 Level 10 cha warriors in the bandit army, and almost 18 million eighth and ninth-level chs now. In the future, there will be even more!"
Fatty wasn’t bragging.
Since the end of the Mars battle, the bandit army has already completed its control over Mars. Although the Feiyang people arrived later, thanks to achieving victory in the cha arena by defeating several cha Gods representing the old forces of Mars, the bandit army’s prestige is at its peak. cha sects that joined under the bandit’s banner already account for 80% of all Mars.
These civilian chs have been trained since childhood in the modern warfare, increasingly reliant on close combat. The accumulation of fighting skills by the major sects is not sothing the military, which has been detached from combat for thousands of years, can compare to.
The modern military of various countries has also started focusing on close combat, but Fatty, at this crucial ti, has moved ahead of everyone.
In this crucial mont of leadership, the subsequent gaps are calculated by thousands of miles.
Moreover, the cha martial arts mastered by Fatty is far more core than the core techniques of these sects! With his guidance and instruction, the level of chs joining the bandit army has made trendous progress. The original titles and levels such as chanical Warrior, chanical Knight, Commander, etc., are not even ntioned now.
The traditional grading assessnts cannot asure the level of the bandit army chs at all.
These chs have entered a new cha realm and have seen a new world. For them, those assessnt standards have beco obsolete things, and using them to asure themselves now is completely a joke!
If one must asure, then before, a Level 3 cha Fighter, after the assessnt, might have the level of a chanical Commander!
Fatty was speaking the truth, but to Boswell and Milan, it was like a thunderbolt. They did not doubt Fatty’s honesty; they only doubted their ears.
The modern armored division establishnts vary across countries, but most maintain around 6,000 people. Among them, only about 4,000 are combat units, and the rest are logistics, transportation, maintenance, and engineering troops. The numbers are far fewer than the infantry divisions, which can easily reach ten thousands, even thirty or forty thousand.
This is caused by the particularity of cha combat. Although in this era, chas have beco an indispensable part of human society, extensively used even in construction, agriculture, and mining, those who can control chas in life and death battles are, after all, the minority. Not to ntion that countries cannot afford to produce so many chas, even if chas were supplied without limit, the selection rate of 1 in 500 would make these chas display pieces in a warehouse!
The 20,000 chs in Fatty’s hands represent four entire armored divisions! Twelve armored groups! And these are all super armored units composed of eighth and ninth-level cha warriors!
What does this an?
Consider how the Gazalin Mythical Army, with a single Level 9 cha Warrior and several thousand fifth and sixth-level chs plus the main seventh and eighth-level chs, could dominate invincibly, and you will understand the terrifying power of this force in Fatty’s hands!
On the battlefield, such a division can defeat an enemy ten tis its size head-on! In any battle, it is a crushing force!
Leray ancestors protect us!
Boswell broke into loud laughter, Milan hugged Fatty and kissed him passionately!
These are the forces to revive Leray!
The stimulated Fatty instantly lost control, rummaging through the box bottoms like showing off treasured possessions: "We’ve already rendezvoused with Teacher Russell, captured two Royal Elephant-class Fleets of the Binart Empire. Also, we now have modular warships that can pass through any small Jump Point. Mars is our base! Additionally, we have stealth technology... we’ve even captured the twelfth generation chas of the Binart Empire, all the data is with Pipi..."
The more Boswell listened, the brighter his eyes beca, smiling until his mouth couldn’t close. anwhile, under Fatty’s pointing fingers, Milan, thrilled, hugged and kissed him again and again.
"...all of these I’ve kept hidden for the critical mont in the Resk Battle, then we’ll bring them out as our trump card!" Fatty was trembling with excitent: "By then, I want to show them the power of Leray!"
"Good, good!" Boswell laughed, vigorously patting Fatty on the shoulder, tears of joy flowing: "I’m already seventy years old this year, I always thought I wouldn’t live to see Leray’s victory, wouldn’t see the day of returning to my roots, and would die in exile in Chuckna. I didn’t think, today, you showed hope."
The old man opened his arms, hugging Fatty tightly: "Fatty, thank you."
Hearing the old man’s choked voice, Fatty’s nose turned sour too.
"Since you’ve told so much good news..." The old man released Fatty and stood up. Pacing two steps in the small room, suddenly, he beca energetic with radiance: "I also have good news for you!"
"What good news?" Fatty suddenly felt inexplicably nervous and turned his head to see Milan, already tearful, nodding frantically at him.
"I’ve cracked the Space Jump Point technology!"
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. Early update today, right? Summon the bandit army brothers, asking for monthly tickets, have been pushed out of the top ten.
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