"That..that is?"
Looking at the figure running towards them, the reporters were stunned for a moment, then raised their cameras and took a lot of pictures of the figure.
"This should be the legendary Thunder General Vivian, right?"
"Judging from her age and the general's uniform she's wearing, this must be Vivian."
"I've only seen him in newspapers and live broadcasts before, but I didn't expect that I would have the chance to see him in person this time!"
Everyone suddenly became excited, as if they had completely forgotten that they were still in the midst of a war.
However, when Gordon approached the armored vehicle and started banging on the window frantically, they finally reacted and expressions of disappointment appeared on their faces.
"What? It's fake?"
"I was saying, as the most prestigious admiral of the navy, how could the Thunder Sword Master come down alone to lead the charge?"
"I don't know who this guy is. He is so bold that he dares to impersonate General Thunder."
"I'm afraid he came down here to make his presence felt."
The reporters were talking to each other, and from time to time they raised their cameras to take a few close-up photos of Gordon's face. Looking at his unhappy look, it seemed that they had already thought of the news headlines in their minds, and planned to expose this "clown" in front of them after returning, so as to achieve the purpose of making the world laugh at Gordon together.
Gordon, on the other hand, became extremely impatient when he saw that the people sitting in the armored vehicle had no intention of opening the door for him. Not only did he knock on the door more vigorously, but he also shouted in front of the door: "Hey! Which newspaper are you from? Don't you recognize who I am?"
"Who are you?"
Everyone turned their noses towards Gordon with disdain and asked in a contemptuous tone.
"Listen carefully, I am the number one person in today's journalism industry! The founder of "The Biography of the Thunder Swordsman", a legendary journalist, the godfather of the magazine, Kitz Gordon!"
"Kitts Gordon?"
Fitzgerald slammed on the brakes.
At the side, all the reporters also frowned, and the contemptuous looks they had just given them were instantly retracted, and then turned into a look of doubt.
"What proves you are Kitz Gordon?"
"That's right. Why is Kitz Gordon not writing the Biography of Thunder Swordsman in the newspaper office and coming to the Red Earth Continent?"
"Did you also receive an invitation from the Revolutionary Army to come and film the evil deeds of the World Government?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, all the reporters reacted at once.
Isn't the newspaper that Kitz Gordon works for affiliated with the World Government
This guy was obviously hired by those celestial dragons to beautify themselves.
The positions suddenly became opposing, and after hearing Kitz Gordon introduce himself, the reporters in the car became even more reluctant to open the door.
"Hey, open the door quickly! If a new round of bombardment comes down, I will be turned into ashes!"
Seeing that Fitzgeral and the others still had no intention of opening the door, Gordon became even more anxious. He raised the middle finger he learned from Vivian to Fitzgeral and threatened loudly, "If I die, there will be no sequel to the Thunder Swordsman Biography. You will never see this series of magazines for sale again!"
The words fell.
The reporters in the car were stunned for a moment again. After a few seconds, they seemed to realize something and their expressions gradually became filled with fear.
"What?!"
"The Biography of the Thunder Swordsman will not be updated anymore?"
"Then what shall I watch to fall asleep in the future?"
"I can't accept this. I've already collected nine volumes of The Thunder Swordsman's Biography, and I've also bought the extra chapters. And you, the milkman, actually said that you won't sell them anymore. Who can accept this?"
"Damn it, stop kidding me, bastard! The Biography of the Thunder Swordsman is the original intention for me to join the journalist industry! How can you just stop it like that!"
Shouting and cursing filled the spacious armored vehicle.
However, Gordon's expression at this moment is like this: 凸(゜皿゜メ)
"So if you open the door, this won't happen, right? Hurry up and open the door, asshole!!!"
The words fell.
boom!
The shell landed less than 20 meters away from Gordon. The powerful impact caused him to be blown away. After rolling on the mud for a long distance, Fitzgerald finally came to his senses, turned the car around, and drove quickly in front of Gordon.
"Hurry, get in the car!"
“Cough..cough cough…”
After struggling to get up from the ground, Gordon, who was in a very miserable state, was finally carried into the car by a group of reporters.
At the same time, Fujitora, who jumped down with him, rushed in another direction alone after successfully landing, and quickly disappeared in the ruins and jungle.
...
The other side.
They went down the elevator to the bottom and saw that the outer town ahead had been blown into pieces by the bombs. The Celestial Dragons breathed a sigh of relief and rode on the slaves kneeling on the ground. They ordered the guards and navy to go ahead and scout the way for them.
Of course, there is more than one elevator in Mary Geoise.
From left to right, there are a total of seven elevators in front of the stone wall, each of which can accommodate about 200 people.
Therefore, the people in Pangu City fled very quickly. After three rounds of travel, in less than twenty minutes, four or five thousand people had been transported to the bottom of the Red Earth Continent.
The navy who had just landed were not idle either. Under the intimidation of the Celestial Dragons, they raised their flintlock rifles and went deeper into the ruins to search for the traces of the Revolutionary Army.
At the same time, Saint Musgarud, along with his parents and servants, had also moved down from the Red Earth Continent in the elevator. However, as soon as he stepped on the ground, magma on the stone wall erupted and flowed slowly down the wall, scaring all the people on standby nearby and causing them to flee in all directions.
“Damn it…”
Glancing at the two elevators that had been destroyed by the lava, a high-ranking Celestial Dragon could not help but frown. He then looked at the CP0 member next to him and asked, "How many people are still up there?"
"There are probably about 20,000 to 30,000 people."
"Two or three thousand people?"
Upon hearing this, the Tianlong man rubbed his beard subconsciously, and then asked: "Does it include the number of slaves and servants?"
"Yes, there are 15,000 slaves and about 5,000 servants. As for the remaining 10,000, 9,000 of them are elite navy officers from various branches and the headquarters."
“I see…”
The Celestial Dragon nodded.
After hesitating for about four or five seconds, he waved his hand and continued, "Tell the bug above that all the slaves and servants who haven't come down yet should stay up there. First, let our people down, and then the navy."
"clear!"
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