Chapter 107

My name is Erich von Ludendorff, 53. Living on Karl Marx Avenue in Berlin, married. I have to work overtime until the early morning every day. I don't smoke. I just taste the wine. If you don't sleep at night, you should sleep three hours a day. Before going to bed, I must shout long live Emperor William a hundred times, then approve the front-line statements for 20 minutes, go to bed and sleep immediately. As soon as it's dawn, leave fatigue and stress until the next day. Doctors say I only have the Second Empire in my head!

As the director of the army of the Second Reich of Germany, rudendorff felt that no one could do more than himself. He punched Italy and stepped on czar Russia. If falkenhain was not a simple batch, he could kill as many people as the Czar came.

After the war, he fought all the way to victory, but as he went farther and farther, he found that the victory seemed to be far away from him. The German army and air force won countless battles over the years, but the enemy not only did not decrease, but more and more. At the beginning, it was only Europeans. Later, Americans, Africans and Asians all joined in, Not only are foreign enemies surrounded, but there are also many contradictions within Germany, including political parties and even various vassal states.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you work hard, you can reverse the decline of the war situation!" Looking at the rows of Gotha GV bombers behind him, rudendorff comforted himself.

The mustard gas bomb has been developed, and the strengthening agent developed by Dr. Elisabeth pill has also given him new ideas. He wants to build a powerful Superman army, which can easily tear up all enemies. At that time, the Empire will become the master of the world!

"The first step, France, Britain, then the United States, India!" Murmuring rudendorff did not notice that a German armored vehicle creaked into the airport.

"Sir, there is another riot in Berlin!" The adjutant knocked on the door, walked into the room and put down a routine briefing.

"Damn it, these unscrupulous beasts, the empire gave them food and clothing. Now they ask the Empire to stop the war, these traitors!" After a fit of anger, rudendorff covered his face and motioned for the adjutant to go out. He wanted to be quiet.

"Hello, is general rudendorff there?" Suddenly, rudendorff heard a familiar sound outside the house.

"Yes, the director himself is in the office!"

"OK, thank you!"

Fisher smiled brightly and then raised his pistol.

"Bang!" The adjutant who couldn't believe what had happened fell down with his chest covered, and then a row of soldiers with mp18 stood behind Fisher.

"Fire!"

The dense bullets scattered the wall in an instant. After hitting a magazine, Fisher lit himself a cigarette, and then a row of grenades flew into the room.

The violent explosion tore the civil structure office apart, and all kinds of documents and paper scraps flew everywhere.

"Come on, general, you're careful enough. Dig trenches in the office. I don't know who you're guarding against?" Spit out a rim of his eye and Fisher throws a basically short cigarette into the dilapidated room.

"Promise, I'll light you a cigarette today. I'll send you on the road in advance!"

But the room was still dead silent. Fisher waved his hand and motioned the Rangers to leave to help Steve destroy the factory and leave him where he was.

"Why, general, don't you dare to see me alone?"

At this time, a burst of footsteps came out of the room, and then his face was ashen, but rudendorff, who was in high spirits, walked out of the ruins with his sword.

"Who are you?" Looking at each other's German military uniform, rudendorff thought it would not be the Junker in China who sent someone to get rid of himself!

"What? Didn't you offer me a reward for my head? That guy didn't bring you back? " Fisher made a shot and covered his thigh again.

"It's you!" As soon as rudendorff opened his mouth, he felt that his thigh began to phantom pain again. Fisher's shot was less than three centimeters away from his little brother. The doctors who performed the operation were very frightened at that time. They sent someone to kill him, but they were killed instead. They also sent someone to bring a message to themselves. He had never seen such an arrogant person in his five or ten years of life.

"Haven't you seen such an arrogant person as me!" Fisher took out his pistol, loaded it, opened the safety pull sleeve and finished it at one go.

"You still have the courage to come to me. Do you know how many guards I have here? They will be here in less than three minutes!"

"I know, so I brought a super long leg with awesome strength, and I think your guard will be rubbed on the ground." Fisher pointed to the camp where he was playing not far away, and then raised his pistol.

"You're finished, sir. Not only you, but also your empire will be finished. The emperor will step down and go to Africa to provide for the elderly. The army will be dissolved, leaving only the police. The territory will be dismembered. Alsace and Lorraine will be given to France, and Ruhr Industrial Zone will be returned to France. In short, your country will soon become a mess!" Fisher didn't forget to make a mockery.

"Why, you, Britain and France, relying on the food you can eat in the colonies, are full of oil. We just want to expand and obtain the resources to feed our people!"

"The British are shameless. Don't say anything else. Your Excellency, it's time to take you on the road!" Fisher pulled the trigger again and again, and the bullet made several blood holes in rudendorff, but the other party just looked at the holes in his body and didn't fall.

"You underestimate what power is!" Rudendorff smiled and pulled out his sword. The old man in his fifties was stunned by bolt's speed and cut off the sword.

Looking at the other party's abnormal face, Fisher knew that the other party must have taken the medicine given to him by Dr. pill. The film only showed that taking the medicine would make rudendorff extremely powerful, but now it seems that the effect has more tenacious vitality and sensitive speed.

"I'm most annoyed with you who can't fight and take drugs!" Fisher dodged the attack and snapped the remaining bullets into the other party's head, but rudendorff reacted faster. He raised his sword and blocked the 9mm bullets.

"Boy, don't struggle, the victory must belong to us in the end..." before rudendorff finished, a war hammer hit him, not only breaking his sword, but also smashing his face.

After Nianli controls the hammer to fly back to his hand, Fisher sincerely exclaimed, "no wonder so many people like the hammer. It feels great to hit people!"

Rudendorff's face was covered with blood. Although Dr. Wan's medicine enhanced his physical qualities, Fisher's hammer directly smashed the bone. At the moment, he was very conscious, but the pain was also very clear. The most important thing is that he couldn't faint because of his enhanced physical quality.

"Well, stop playing. Bye, your excellency!" Fisher swung the hammer, hit and whirled with a heavy blow. Rudendorff's body with a broken head rotated 180 degrees in the air and landed heavily. Blood gushed out and soon dyed his military uniform red.

"Is it over?" Fisher thought so. Just as he was about to turn around, a sharp sword pierced his body.

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"Are you... Not Diana?" Fisher, struggling with great pain, looked at the shadow standing behind him, urging the spirit to repair the damaged organs and wounds, and looked at each other.

"Are you ares?"

As like as two peas in Diana, he laughed, and then the body became Patrick, a former British general, Steve, and Ludendorff. Finally, he became a strong man wearing a horrid armor and a horns helmet.

"PT Lawrence, or Fisher Adams, your existence is a mystery to me. You dare not exist in this world. Where do you come from?" The armor man or Ares was very confused. Although he was the God of war, he also had some feelings about fate, but he couldn't see through Fisher, especially the trace of divinity on Fisher, which made him afraid.

"It doesn't matter where I come from. What matters is that you won't exist in this world right away!" Feeling that the wound had recovered, Fisher wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, raised the hammer covered with golden psionic flame and aimed at Ares.

"Come on, the bastards who sneak attack behind you, have a good fight!"

"As you wish!" Ares had one hand, and the two long swords were quickly reorganized. Then he crossed his swords and split at Fisher.

Fisher opened his left psionic shield and let the sword strike the shield to spark. His right hand threw a war hammer to repel the opponent. Then he grabbed in his left hand and pulled a thick wood to hit Ares.

"Small skills!" With a flick of Ares's long sword, the wood was cut into pieces, and dozens of metal flying swords stabbed Fisher at the same time.

"Damn it!" Fisher could only pull out the mental barrier again. After the flying sword touched the mental barrier, the huge impact ejected Fisher more than ten meters away.

"Damn it!" Knowing that he couldn't beat the other side, Fisher immediately changed his strategy. All kinds of weapons and explosives smashed at the other side, but ares could fly!

"Fuck!" Fisher, who was carrying an EM1 Plasma Rifle, bit his teeth and fired directly with the overload rifle. After the red plasma beam hit ares's body, he successfully left a scar on the other party's armor.

"Strange weapon!" Ares couldn't help but be amazed. This was the first time he saw such a mortal weapon that could hurt himself, but so what? It's just injury, and it can't be fatal.

Fisher looked at the rifle that had begun to alarm, directly hit the rifle at the other party, then took his head, fell down in the mud, curled up and prepared for the impact.