chat group for the fourth disaster

"oh! no!!!"

"Oh my God! Father! I repent to you! I want to return! I will not serve the Four Gods of Chaos anymore!"

The wailing sounds in the hall quickly disappeared one by one, leaving only Liu Kaiwen's smirk, and the sound of this record being finished and the next one kept coming out.

. . . . . .

"Okay, everyone, don't have any other ideas. As for me, I am the most reasonable. As long as you do things well for me and don't think about being a bum like Horus in your heart, I won't let you Let the discs in your hands spread outside!"

After a long time, Liu Kaiwen had five more CDs in addition to the original one.He looked at the primarchs in front of him who had returned to their original state, and promised them with a smile.

Of course, give a sweet date with a stick. After the stick has been beaten, it is time to give the sweet date.

He ignored the black faces of the Primarchs who could almost drip ink and the resentment behind them that almost turned into reality, and said to them unhurriedly: "Of course! You do things for me with your heart, and I will not treat you badly. That guy from the Human Empire used to treat you badly, right? Since you are now with me and are my younger brothers, then I, the big brother, should help you out! The girl god emperor was caught, and then a god emperor series was filmed. How about AVI release in the human empire?"

The eyes of all the Primarchs present widened at the thought of an idea that even the most daring Primarch had never conceived.

How blasphemous is this idea to the Lord of Humanity, who is now thoroughly fixed in the image of a woman!But after the Primarchs thought about what the Lord of Humanity had done to them, a subtle feeling suddenly surfaced in their hearts.

This feeling. . .Seems good too?

In the silent hall, Angron took the lead in voting on Liu Kaiwen's idea.

"Old... I agree! I want to let her experience this feeling of powerlessness and remorse!" He glanced at Liu Kaiwen in fear, and was the first to stand up and express his thoughts.

"I also agree, but I have an additional request." Fulgan followed the second one, but he made a request to Liu Kaiwen.

"Oh? Come on, if I don't think it's too much, I can agree." Liu Kaiwen nodded slightly, looking at Fulgen with a different meaning in his eyes.

"That... that's that... can you... let me be crowned with her and you..." Fulgen's handsome face was blushing, and he made a request to Liu Kaiwen timidly.

"Go away! Go as far as you can! It's impossible! Give up!" Liu Kaiwen's face darkened, and he directly refused to Fulgen.

Although Fugen is also a stunning beauty after being transformed into a girl, Liu Kaiwen, who clearly knows that the girl with glasses has a time limit for her magic, just looked at Fugen's body admiringly for a while.On the contrary, Sister Shi was very excited and used some intimate props on her, so Fugen realized the feeling that men can't feel.

Seeing that both Luo Jia and Fulgen had expressed their opinions, the other four primarchs also expressed their approval to Liu Kaiwen after looking at each other.

"Since everyone thinks my idea is very good, can we start planning the next action based on this core goal? I am not proficient in combat, so I need to rely on a few people." Liu Kaiwen saw the six original Everyone agreed to his plan, nodded and gave them instructions.

"Yes, we will definitely prepare a feasible plan for your reference!"

The primarchs agreed in unison.

Chapter 126 Kotra's Decision 29/63

Battlefield 1 April 1917

The Lady's Trail was designed by King Louis XV of France for his daughters for entertainment. This sightseeing trail is located in the Aisne province of France. It is a leisure walk built on a ridge with a total length of about 35 kilometers.From here, visitors can enjoy the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Aisne River.

But now, this obscure path that was originally used for sightseeing is about to go down in history in another way.

By the time the First World War was raging in 1917, the knightly romanticism of war had already been sent to hell with machine guns, gas bombs, and cannon.In the eyes of soldiers huddled in the cold trenches, or people who lack food and clothing, the sacred aura of fighting for the country has become worthless.The only question everyone cares about is: When will this damn war end? !

The war, which was supposed to end quickly, has become protracted in the face of the rapidly expanding gun power and military technology. Any attempt to tell the winner in a short period of time has resulted in trenches and failure reports one after another.

When the pointless attempts came to an end, trenches and bunkers became the only shelters for millions of soldiers.Countless corpses are decomposing in no man's land, and the stench is so strong that it makes people lose their sense of smell.Countless rats and maggots are occupying every inch of land, including bed sheets and lunch boxes.Soldiers chewing expired canned food are shivering on the cold, damp, and water-filled positions, day after day, year after year.Perhaps more terrifying than death is despair.Every soldier on the front line has two paths: either become a rotting corpse in a certain charge, or go mad in an endless standoff.

Like the countless soldiers involved in this war, Kotla, who was originally a college student in his previous life, inevitably began to gradually numb his feelings.

But unlike the numb soldiers, Kotla has a chat group anyway.In the group, there is a group of sand sculpture group friends who like all kinds of funny things to control his emotions. After all, this still prevents him from completely numbing his emotions like many other middle- and lower-level officers and soldiers.

Kotra, who has been in the world of Battlefield 1 for more than a year and has survived countless bloody battles, will definitely be stronger than those so-called soldier kings in future generations.

Not everyone survived more than a year of assault and counter-assault, charge and counter-charge trench warfare with all their tails, but Kotla did.

Even though he actually found out that he was actually the player who prescribed the first-aid injection plug-in, he did indeed survive all the bloody battles, big and small.

Compared with those unlucky ones who have been buried in the soil without first aid needles, Cotra has done well enough.

Over the past year, his military rank has gradually risen from second lieutenant to major.However, he has almost no subordinates, more like a soldier active on the front line with the rank of major.

It's not that the rear command is unwilling to assign subordinates to this major who is almost legendary among grassroots soldiers, but because no matter how many people are assigned to him, there is a 90.00% probability that the major will be alone in the end Survive, while his teammates are all dead or only a few lucky ones survive.So among the frontline soldiers, all the curses in the past have become I wish you to be selected by Kotla to follow the team.

Over time, his superiors also abandoned the idea of ​​letting Kotra command the troops, and only sent him a team of soldiers to assist him when needed.

But now, Kotla sat in a corner of the headquarters, quietly listening to a major general pointing at the map and starting to make military arrangements.

until. . .

"...The transferred commander-in-chief, General Neville, believes that launching a massive barrage attack to attack the German defense line, and then occupying the enemy's positions with infantry can quickly end the war and win the war. Therefore, we Decided to make your regiment the main attack..."

Before the major general finished speaking, an abrupt voice interrupted him.

"Sorry, General, what did you just say? Who is our commander in chief? Isn't it Marshal Joffre?"

The major general raised his head angrily and looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a major leaning on a chair in the corner, holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand, spraying eye circles and looking at him.

The major general who had just been transferred didn't know this major who was known as the "Death Messenger" nearby, so he asked the colonel beside him suspiciously.

"General, he is the major who has a 100% mission completion rate and is called by the soldiers to bring death to his comrades." The colonel quickly explained Kotra's identity to the major general with a smile.

"It turned out to be him... Well, Major, for your meritorious service and being busy fighting on the front line, let me repeat this 'news'." The commander, Marshal Joseph Joffre, has been reassigned, and the current commander-in-chief of the French army is Admiral Robert Nivelle.

"Do you have any questions, Major?" The major general asked the major who threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out after hearing the name Nivelle.

"No, General, thank you very much for telling me this, thank you." Cotra stood up and gave a casual salute to the major general, then sat back on the chair and took out a cigarette from his arms to smoke.

"Doesn't he have any respect for superior officers?" The major general asked the colonel beside him a little annoyed.

"Uh...General, don't be as knowledgeable as him. After all, he is capable and very good at fighting. We need such talents..." The colonel smiled and comforted the major general.

Hearing the colonel's words, the major general looked at Kotra's not strong body and asked even more angrily: "Can he fight? How capable is he? I remember the rumor that he seems to be the Chine man? Could it be that he is invulnerable to anything? Kung Fu? Hasn’t this been proven to be a joke long ago?”

"Er... General, he alone, took out half a regiment of Germans in the trenches during a raid, and then captured all the rest. Just him! And..." The colonel had to say Some of Kotra's achievements were whispered to the major general.

After listening to the major general, he looked at Kotla strangely, but in the end he ignored him and continued with the deployment of the next battle.

Kotla didn't care either, just sat in the corner and listened quietly to the major general making all kinds of military terms on paper, but in fact, except for the old, old-fashioned way of suppressing artillery fire → charging → suppressing artillery fire → charging. Routine.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, and the time had come to April 4th.

'After struggling for half a year, did you really decide to leave this world? He thought of this attack and the most famous mutiny in the history of the French army, and secretly made a decision.

Chapter 127 You Are a Really Good Person

But before making up his mind, he still has a few things to ask the chat group.

He opened the chat group and asked the world consciousness: "World consciousness, if I settle in another world, will I continue to receive tasks?"

"Yes, but the reward points for the task will be reduced. Are you really sure you want to leave the world you are in? Shouldn't this be your favorite world?" World Consciousness asked Kotla with concern.

"This is my favorite game world, yes, but... I'm tired, and I don't want to be numb like this anymore. Do you know? If it weren't for the chat group, if it wasn't for the sand sculpture group friends in the chat group, I'm afraid I've lost all affection long ago. Thought I could just go on like this, but tell me now that I'm about to join the Nivelles Offensive on a par with Verdun and the Somme, Sorry, I want to continue to be a human being, not a mindless beast," Cotra said to World Consciousness.

"...So that's it, I understand. Then when do you plan to leave?" World Consciousness asked Kotla.

"Let's wait until the end of the Nivelles offensive. After this time, we can take advantage of the large-scale mutiny of the French army to leave. Helping this regiment achieve some results in the Nivelles offensive can be regarded as repaying the one who treated me well." Always a good Colonel," Kotla said to World Consciousness.

"Okay, remember to say it in the group when you need to leave." After the world consciousness replied, it ended the private chat with Kotra.

"Finally... you can stop fighting this damn war!"

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April 1917, 4, seven o'clock in the evening

Kotla was taking out his mobile phone in his own small room in the trench, and was about to see what the friends of the sand sculpture group were talking about in the group today, when he heard footsteps walking towards his small room in the trench.

He quickly threw the phone into his pocket, touched the gun and watched the door of the room vigilantly.

"Kotla, I... well, it's me, take it easy, friend." The commander of Kotla's unit came in with a bottle of wine in his hand, and he saw Kotla's vigilant Staring at the door with a gun, he quickly raised the wine bottle to greet him.

"It's you...Francisco." Cotra breathed a sigh of relief, the person who came was his immediate boss, Colonel Francisco.

"Friend, we are going to launch an attack on the Germans tomorrow. I found a bottle of red wine produced near Bordeaux from the supplies sent from the rear. I will taste it with you and treat it as an upcoming battle against you." Let's celebrate the victory!" Francisco said to Kotla, raising the red wine in his hand.

"Celebrate the victory? Why do I think this is a dead wine?" Cotra said to Francisco unceremoniously.

"duan tou jiu? What's this word?" Francisco opened the red cork on the red wine, found two glasses and asked Cotra while pouring the wine.

"In the East, when prisoners are executed, they are often given a good meal and a good drink before the execution. The meal before the execution is called the meal and the wine. But now you Only wine was brought, no food, so it can only be a dead wine." Cotella explained to Francisco.

"This..."

Francisco froze for a moment, not even noticing that the red wine was almost poured to the edge of the glass.

"Hey! The wine is about to be poured out!" Cotra hurriedly grabbed his hand, so as not to let the red wine spill out of the glass.

"Sorry, friend, I didn't mean that." Francisco quickly apologized to Cotra.

"It's okay, I didn't say you meant it. I just felt it when I saw you coming over with a drink. It seems that tomorrow will not be as easy as our new commander-in-chief said. I guess Right?" Cotella shook the glass and asked Francisco.

"You really can't hide from a warrior with such a keen intuition like you!" Francisco smiled wryly, then lowered his voice and said to him, "You know, Kotla, I have a little relationship with it anyway, according to the information I inquired about Let's see... Our battle plan has probably been known by the Germans. You can imagine that since the Germans knew that we were going to launch an offensive from the Lady's Lane, how could they not strengthen the defenses related to it? We are One of the main attacking regiments tomorrow... God, I really don't know how to face the eyes of the remaining officers and soldiers in the regiment after this battle is over!"

Francisco drank the red wine in the glass while talking, and he said helplessly to Cotra: "Cotra, if you are a pure French, no, even if you are a European! Why do you Why is it an oriental? You are the strongest and most heroic warrior I have ever seen. You should not fall into this life-swallowing meat grinder. To be honest, I have promoted you twice And the transfer report, but above... you know. Unless an Oriental is in the Foreign Legion, how can the local army give you a higher rank above major?"

"You drank too much, Francisco. There are some things that you and I cannot decide. I am very grateful for your kindness. I appreciate your help to me." Cotra also drank the red wine in the glass and said lightly .

"Ugh... when is this damn war going to end? I don't want to come home from the war and find my wife, whom I haven't seen in two years, holding a baby and telling me it's our baby. It's horrible Already!" Francisco thought of his wife in the rear, and thought that as a frontline officer, he could not leave his post without authorization, and complained to Kotla.

Now that he made up his mind to leave after Nivelle's offensive, Kotla let go of his worries.He said ambiguously to the colonel who had taken care of him a lot: "When will this war end? I think it will take another two years or so? But Francisco, even if the war ends, Europe will not be safe. The only safe place is the American continent. To be precise, it is the United States. I suggest that you immigrate to the United States with your wife and family after the war is over."

"Huh? Kotra, I think you are drunk. Hahaha! America? The safest? Hahahaha! Okay, it's getting late, you still need to rest, I'm leaving first. This bottle of wine I’ll send it off to you, and we’ll celebrate after this attack is over!” Francisco laughed for a while, stood up and said goodbye to Kotla.

When he was about to enter the trench, Kotla suddenly stopped him.

"Francisco."

"Ok?"

"You are a really good person. A good person like you should be rewarded. As a friend and someone who knows a little bit more, I advise you to find an excuse to go to the rear headquarters immediately after this offensive. The higher the better. When the war is over, take your family to America!"

"...I will consider your suggestion, thank you."

Chapter 128 Gu La Feng, Ah Na Feng! 30/63

1917·April 4·Morning·Lady's Path

"...Our great France will definitely win the final victory! General Nivelle has made a decision, we will use countless shells to flood the positions of the Germans on the opposite side! Soldiers! What you need to do is like Like the ladies who walked this path back then! Rush up and drive those dazed Germans out of the trenches! Now, for France! Attack!"

After a boring speech as usual, the officers leading the team blew the whistles hanging around their necks.Under the stern whistle, tens of thousands of French soldiers charged towards the German positions that were hit by hundreds of thousands of shells on their heads during the long artillery preparation stage!

"Gula wind, ah Nafeng!"

"Gula wind, ah Na Feng!!"

"Gula wind, ah Na Feng!!!"

On the front of just a few kilometers, the roars of French soldiers one after another can be heard everywhere.

At the beginning, the charging French soldiers carefully prepared for various tactical actions.But until they bowed their waists and pressed their helmets and rushed halfway without being attacked by the German army, the French soldiers began to relax their vigilance, slightly reduced their charge speed, and strode towards the German army's position not far away. go.

Just when the French soldiers had completed two-thirds of the charge, and there was one third left, the sudden change happened!

"Da da da da da da da da da da da da!"

"Da da da da da da da da da da da da!"

"Da da da da da da da da da da da da!"

Countless tongues of flames swept towards the French soldiers who relaxed their vigilance and slowed down.

The momentum of the entire French army's charge has stagnated!

"Rush! Rush over! We are already so close to them! Turning around and running away is the only way to die!" The officer leading the team immediately recovered after a short period of stupefaction, waving a pistol and shouting.

So the French soldiers who had been in decline shouted again, 'For France!attack! ', mustered up the courage to brave the rain of bullets from German machine guns and charged to the German positions.

The desperate and numb scene in the three-year bloody battle was staged again: the French soldiers who shouted and charged were swept down in pieces, and the blood in their bodies was pooled into pools of blood along the craters made by the shells; The corpses of his comrades continued to move forward, but they soon became mutilated corpses; the officers holding their pistols high tried to maintain the attacking queue, but in the next second they were taken care of by the German snipers and fell to the ground twitching with blood spraying on their bodies; followed The tanks advanced by the infantry were attacked by German artillery and anti-tank guns, and soon turned into burning fireballs, which also made creepy screams. . .

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In the chat group, Kotla, who was not the first to charge, picked up his mobile phone and took a few photos and sent them to the group.

Battlefield 1 = Kotra: Image. jpg, picture. jpg, picture. jpg.

Ship r=Xiao Yuhang: Kotla, this is you. . .Going to charge again?Put your hands together and hope you're okay. jpg.

Frontline of War = Land War Specialist/Wang Xuan: I hope people are okay. jpg.

World of Warcraft = Li Anming: I hope people are okay. jpg.

Tomorrow's Ark=Alina: So many people, what are they doing?