"A part of the test results of Ke Pengfeng were released. He is a completely normal human. Unless he is bitten by the blood clan in the future and becomes a blood clan in the blood clan, he does not have any possibility of becoming a saint..."

Several senior executives of the Bastille Training Camp in Chief Li Zhengmin's office were not interested in opening the thick test report submitted by medical officer Mu Zhiyuan, but after listening to his stereotypical and emotional report, everyone relaxed.

Mu Zhiyuan had no objection to the fruits of his hard work that were not valued by Li Zhengmin and Qian Guolin. He knew that they could not understand the technical indicators, and would not have any thoughts on the precise numbers in the test report.

But Mu Zhiyuan had a considerable opinion about Chief of Staff Song Zhihao, who had not opened the test report. Seeing him leaning on the sofa and looking relaxed, he felt angry and said to him with a slant. "Chief Song, you graduated from the Federal Higher Education Institution. Why are you not even interested in taking a look at the contents involved in the report? Are you not afraid of problems or omissions in these data?"

"You are an old medical officer at Bastille Training Camp. You have been in charge of the medical department for a long time, so I believe the report you provide will be in line with your professional ethics and professional ethics, so I naturally don't need to look at it, just listen. Do you think I need to have doubts about your professional ethics and professional ethics?"

Song Zhihao's statement instead used Mu Zhiyuan's army, which made him even more annoyed, who was not good at using words as weapons.

Master Li Zhengmin, who noticed that the atmosphere of the meeting was in a quarrel, quickly knocked on the table. After everyone's eyes turned, he took out the military message that was sent by the orderly before he was placed in the drawer.

"Everyone, the removal plan that the military headquarters had originally planned to implement has been revoked, so the matter about the coming of the saints has ended here.

I don't know the specific reason, but the public part shows that the elite team sent by the military department raided a stronghold of the Lesenbra family, killed several blood clans in the stronghold, and finally found evidence of the spread of rumors about the saints' coming to the world and a draft action plan.

Therefore, it was finally determined that the prophecy of the Saints's coming to life was still a conspiracy, and it was a conspiracy prepared by the Demon Banquet Alliance..."

Mu Zhiyuan, who has been troubled by the fact that he has been troubled by how to stop the possible military massacre orders, immediately stopped paying attention to Song Zhihao's attitude. "What? It's just a rumor spread by Lesenbra? Could it be that they want to use this method to attack the foundation of the alliance army?"

"No matter what their purpose is, these members of the Demon Banquet Alliance who call themselves elegant Fallen are not easy to deal with. This time the military raided their strongholds, but killed a powerful Count of the Lesenbra family. The tug-of-war that had just been stable is about to change..."

Unlike what Mu Zhiyuan was concerned about, Chief Li Zhengmin, who had served on the forward line for many years, thought more and more, so after explaining, he took out his cigar, lit it incision, frowned and began to suck the clouds.

Also knowing the impact of the battle situation after a blood clan's strength Count was attacked, Chief of Staff Song Zhihao, with a gloomy face, stopped saying a word, leaned on the sofa with his hands in his chest, but was thinking about how he should deal with himself after the war broke out.

Although the Bastille Training Camp is located in the rear of the war zone, with the vengeful and unscrupulous style of the blood clan's behavior, a powerful earl was killed enough to make the middle and senior management of the Magic Banquet Alliance furious and immediately launch bloody revenge. In this way, both the Shaoshang Center and the Training Camp will become the preferred target of the blood clan's revenge.

"Zhengmin, it's been a tug-of-war for a long time. This time, the military headquarters has taken a ruthless move to solve the problem of the saint's death. Next, they need to wait to welcome the other party's revenge. There are many madmen in the Lesenbra family, and they will definitely not bear the losses of the powerful Count..."

Qian Guolin's speech made Li Zhengmin, who was in deep thought, raise his head. "I am just thinking about this. The military region is not afraid of the sneak attacks of the blood clans, but the defense power of the Shaoshang Training Center and the training camp is quite weak, especially camps like us in the rear, which are even more popular with the blood clans. When sneak attacks, it is basically a big victory, and it is a headache..."

Song Zhihao became more and more uneasy when he heard this. He had never thought that he would face such risks even if he stayed in the rear. "Can he be able to support the military region? You can't just rely on the defensive power in the camp to face the sneak attacks of the blood clan, right?"

Mu Zhiyuan, who had never met Song Zhihao, immediately started to mock him. "What do you want? The military region sends troops to defend against the coming of the blood clan? Do you know what kind of teams are needed to prevent the blood clan's sneak attack? If every training center and training camp in the military region provides assistance, then there will be no one on the front line..."

"This is an important base for cultivating federal reserve troops, especially our Bastille, which has always been a cradle for the training of federal grassroots officers. This place is definitely a top priority in the training camp. Isn't it justified that the military region sends troops to assist in defense?"

Song Zhihao, who ignored Mu Zhiyuan's provocation, stared at Li Zhengmin and said such words, which made Qian Guolin look down on him a lot.

But I know clearly that this guy is Li Zhengmin, who is here for a short period of time, and will not be deceived by his behavior.

But it would be a great thing if the military region could really send personnel to assist in defense. Therefore, he did not expose Song Zhihao's true intentions and said slowly. "Captain Song said it well, so you will handle and coordinate the negotiation tasks of requesting assistance in defense from the military region. Our purpose is for all students, but it is not that he has any concerns about the blood clan..."

Song Zhihao, who was afraid that Li Zhengmin would not agree, was overjoyed, so he naturally did not care about Li Zhengmin's words. He immediately stood up and said that he would deal with the military officials as soon as possible so that the soldiers who assisted in defense could enter the Bastille Training Camp as soon as possible for assisting in defense.

Song Zhihao, who had left the office in a hurry, naturally did not notice the strange smile on the lips of Chief Li Zhengmin, nor did he notice that Qian Guolin secretly gave Li Zhengmin a thumbs up.

Only the medical officer, Mu Zhiyuan, was still in a state of uncertainty, and after the office door was closed, he was full of questions and wanted to seek an explanation.

Li Zhengmin, who gave Qian Guolin a wink, was unwilling to let Mu Zhiyuan understand these inside stories. He found a reason and sent him out. Then he chuckled proudly and took out a bottle of good wine from the cabinet, poured two glasses and sat down on Qian Guolin and said with a smile. "Hehe, it is still very beneficial to have such a family of aristocratic families in the training camp who are afraid of death, right?"

"You know that they are not stupid to cheat these aristocratic families. Afterwards, you will definitely understand that you are a gunman, and the possibility of your return to the Federal Main Star to retire is getting lower and lower..."

"At the time of office, we will naturally mobilize all the power that can be used. We can only talk about the future. Moreover, if the military region completely drives away the blood clan one day, it will be good to retire here."

Li Zhengmin's optimism and open-mindedness made Qian Guolin smile bitterly. "It has been more than two hundred years. Unless the minerals here are completely dug up, you don't think that the blood clan will give up evacuation voluntarily. I, an old man, can retire in some years, but you still need to stay for a lot of years..."

"What are you afraid of? In those years, you always left with the determination to die. If you were afraid of death, you would have died outside long ago. I have been working here for so many years. Although the vampire is powerful, don't want me to be afraid that I will lose my life here."

Li Zhengmin, who drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, made Qian Guolin, who was worried, shake his head and sigh. However, since the prophecy of the saint's arrival was proved to be a conspiracy created by the Lesenbra family, the sword of Damocles hanging above the heads of the training camp students was lifted. As long as the military region's cooperative defense and combat power could be in place in time, the days of Bastille would return to normal.

Thinking of the tedious matters that needed to be handled, Qian Guolin said goodbye after drinking the glass of wine. Chief Li Zhengmin, who was tasting the wine and enjoying the cigar, was also in a state of great excitement for taking Song Zhihao as a gun...
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