"Boss, boss, King Yan! I want to join the First Army!"

A figure rushed in, seeing Mu Shao'an frowning, but he was helpless, who let this be his daughter?

"Mu Xiaoye, recommend me a few excellent internal affairs talents, our planet needs to develop rapidly, so we can't herd sheep." ”

Mu Shao'an quietly changed the topic, the Taishan descendants clan currently has five main group armies, so he has changed his name, from the first to the fifth, simple, easy to remember, and most importantly, very distinctive.

And so far, Mu Shaoan only plans to start the First Army, and the other four are empty shelves, but the First Army is going to the battlefield in two months, and he doesn't want Mu Xiaoye to go too, it's better to stay at home and grab a little white face and come back.

"Boss, there is a special team of arrangers in my Night Howling Legion, a total of 158 people, each of them is very good, so you don't have to worry, from the beginning, they are the ones who command and dispatch everyone, otherwise why do you think you can climb high and shout, and gather more than 7 million people? You are an outsider, don't you think this is very unreasonable?"

Mu Xiaoye's big horse golden knife sat opposite Mu Shao'an, his eyes were scorching, domineering and protective of his body, shocking Mu Shao'an speechless.

Indeed, his daughter may have grown up herding sheep since she was a child, and in addition to babbling, the conditions are extremely excellent in all aspects.

Mu Shaoan even investigated her resume.

When I was in the new barracks of the Chaos Base, I punched the administrators, kicked the soldiers, and created a small team of badass bugs and garbage that were the worst, baddest, and hardest to deal with.

But this garbage, which was originally worthless, finally became the main force of the Nightroaring Legion, and since 2,000 years ago, it has been fighting all the way and rampage.

1,300 years ago, the Nightshowl was a small legion in the Chaos Base.

But today, when the main forces of the former Chaos Base have been emptied, when the clan of the descendants of Mount Tai is crumbling, it is still the Night Howling Legion running around, for hundreds of years, it will never compromise!

Even Mu Xiaoye directly refused to be a listener, refused to join the cleaners, and refused to join the Divine Army!

Now, the Nightscreaming Legion has a total number of 6.5 million people, merging hundreds of teams along the way, and bringing together a large number of like-minded people - so it wasn't Mu Shaoan's speech that made him the king before, but Mu Xiaoye's Nightcrying Legion was willing to follow him, or more precisely, it was this daughter who was unconditionally supporting her father.

Rubbing his eyes casually, Mu Shaoan said with a serious face: "What I need is a master who can coordinate the overall situation and make a global plan, can you understand what I mean?"

In fact, Mu Shao'an's subtext is, you dead girl, find out your wife quickly! Do you have to ask Lao Tzu to speak in person, and I have to beg you in person? Lao Tzu is now a king.

Yes, Mu Shao'an is very sure that Cynthia is in the Night Screaming Legion, and Mu Xiaoye's so-called 158 layoutr teams, most of which are so-called layouts, should be taught by Cynthia.

Even, many of the important strategies of the Nightcrying Legion in the past were mostly from Cynthia's hands.

Otherwise, no matter how good Mu Xiaoye is, she is now an SS-level Demon Dragon Axe warrior, she is smart, resolute, righteous, born with the temperament of a leader, and her ability to control is not bad, but even so, it is not a reason for her to manage nearly seven million people in an orderly manner.

These are seven million S-class anti-virus hunters, not seven million pigs, not ordinary people, ordinary people are satisfied as long as they have a house, land and a wife.

S-class anti-virus hunters need to train and fight frequently, how about group battles, how about squad battles? How to raise food and grass for war, how to heal medicines, what about the replacement of weapons and equipment? The enemy is too cunning and too powerful, so how can we win the maximum victory at the minimum cost?

To be honest, none of these affairs can be handled by Mu Xiaoye, including the so-called 158 layout team under her.

There's only one person who can handle it all, Cynthia.

Mu Xiaoye seemed to understand Mu Shao'an's subtext, because she suddenly fell silent, and then her eyes began to redden, and tears swirled in her eyes, but in the end, they still didn't fall.

Seeing this scene, Mu Shaoan's hair stood on end, and his heart was broken, but he still maintained an expressionless appearance.

But what he didn't expect next was that Mu Xiaoye gritted his teeth for some reason, and shouted in a low voice with great resentment: "How difficult is it for you to admit that you are Mu Shao'an? You have to watch our race fall apart, if you can stand up and don't have to do anything, it will be a completely different situation! What are you thinking? What are you trying to do, are you testing people's hearts? Don't you understand that in this world, the most untempting thing is people's hearts?"

"Where have you been in the past 1,000 years? Where have you been in the past 350 years? What you see now is that the clans of the descendants of Mount Tai have rebelled and split up, but what I see is that in the past 350 years, each of us has been working hard, each of us is fighting, we don't want to be annihilated, we don't want to be exterminated!"

"Since returning to Dahe, we have killed a full 1.2 billion elite soldiers, do you know why those elite main forces were taken away? No one wants to leave, but the battlefield of Dahe is several times more terrible than the battlefield we once had, more than ten times, the S-class is just cannon fodder here, and if we continue like this, we will really be exterminated, so we can only choose to compromise, choose to be divided, and choose to rely on the strong——"

Mu Xiaoye suddenly covered her face, whimpering silently, crying silently.

Mu Shao'an's lips trembled, his hand moved, he retracted again, and after settling down, he asked in a deep voice:

"Where is Lin Yuan?"

"Lin Yuan died, he died in battle one hundred and seventy-six years ago, he thought it was his fault, which caused our Taishan descendants clan to be deceived by the Arbor Clan, and all of them returned to Dahe through Shengxiantai, so they took the initiative to seek war, and finally died in battle. ”

A person walked in outside the door, Mu Xiaoye's usually inseparable subordinate, but at this moment, her voice was the same as Cynthia's.

"Your friend the Great, Arthur also died in battle, and in addition to those high-level leaders who have chosen to solidify history when they were alive, in the past three hundred and fifty years, almost four-fifths of the high-level leaders of the clan of the descendants of Mount Tai have been killed in battle, because the difference in strength is too great, the SSS+ with the highest combat power in our clan is only equivalent to the middle-level combat power here, and our high-level combat power is almost none. ”

"There is no way for the rest of the top brass to make this decision. It's cruel, but this is the reality, the branch civilizations under the Great River Civilization have tens of thousands of branch races, increasing every day, decreasing every day, and our Taishan descendants clan is no exception. ”

"So you didn't do anything wrong, and no one was wrong, wrong, just because we were too weak, just because our fangs weren't sharp enough. ”