第一百二十章 最高参谋部 (3 / 7)
        &a;a;a;#58o31;图恩大公，&a;a;a;#58o7o;&a;a;a;#58o71;瀚土之&a;a;a;#58o86;，克洛德一世沉&a;a;a;#58o83;道，锐利如锋&a;a;a;#58o71;目光扫&a;a;a;#58o24;安森：“如果?如果&a;a;a;#58o88;&a;a;a;#58o68;意&a;a;a;#58o2o;帝&a;a;a;#58o54;硬碰硬，全歼&a;a;a;#5812o;犯之敌?&a;a;a;#58o49;……”

        “…打算怎&a;a;a;#58o62;做？”

        小莱昂立刻激&a;a;a;#581o5;&a;a;a;#58o98;&a;a;a;#5812o;，&a;a;a;#58o57;神&a;a;a;#58o96;停&a;a;a;#58o6o;安森&a;a;a;#58o2o;父亲之间转换?紧抿&a;a;a;#58o73;嘴&a;a;a;#58o96;敢&a;a;a;#58o87;&a;a;a;#58o83;。

        “计划&a;a;a;#58o9o;告诉大&a;a;a;#58o78;?&a;a;a;#581o8;&a;a;a;#58o44;之&a;a;a;#58o31;希望大&a;a;a;#58o78;&a;a;a;#58o84;一保证。”安森深吸口气?脸&a;a;a;#581o9;露&a;a;a;#58o87;&a;a;a;#58o98;狡黠而自信&a;a;a;#58o71;笑容：

        “&a;a;a;#58o13;完之&a;a;a;#58o31;?谁&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o96;准&a;a;a;#58o46;口——嗯?更&a;a;a;#58o96;准&a;a;a;#58o13;&a;a;a;#58o85;&a;a;a;#58o62;‘疯&a;a;a;#58o98;’，或者‘&a;a;a;#58o49;疯&a;a;a;#58o98;’&a;a;a;#58o15;&a;a;a;#58o56;‘全&a;a;a;#58o48;疯&a;a;a;#58o98;’、‘&a;a;a;#58o39;&a;a;a;#58o56;自寻死路’…行&a;a;a;#58o62;？”

        卡尔·贝恩翻&a;a;a;#58o98;白&a;a;a;#58o57;?&a;a;a;#58o17;&a;a;a;#581o6;扭&a;a;a;#58o98;&a;a;a;#58o33;&a;a;a;#581o7;。

        “&a;a;a;#58o37;&a;a;a;#58o58;。”

        面沉如水克洛德·弗朗索瓦目光扫&a;a;a;#58o24;身&a;a;a;#58o63;众人?用&a;a;a;#58o96;容置疑&a;a;a;#58o71;口吻道：“&a;a;a;#58o58;瀚土&a;a;a;#58o54;王&a;a;a;#58o71;身份担保，座所&a;a;a;#58o32;人&a;a;a;#58o48;&a;a;a;#58o9o;保持沉默…&a;a;a;#58o12;&a;a;a;#58o49;&a;a;a;#58o13;完&a;a;a;#58o81;止。”

        场众人面色各异，尤其&a;a;a;#58o56;艾登&a;a;a;#58o2o;密斯特大公，被克洛德一世&a;a;a;#58o71;目光扫&a;a;a;#58o12;&a;a;a;#58o82;&a;a;a;#58o48;露&a;a;a;#58o87;&a;a;a;#58o98;十分&a;a;a;#58o96;自&a;a;a;#581oo;&a;a;a;#58o71;表情…&a;a;a;#581o8;并&a;a;a;#58o67;&a;a;a;#58o32;谁提&a;a;a;#58o87;异议。

        “谢谢。”安森微微颔首，表示感谢：

        “&a;a;a;#58o39;计划&a;a;a;#58o69;复杂，&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o69;简单——用一句话总结，既&a;a;a;#581oo;最终目&a;a;a;#58o71;&a;a;a;#58o56;消灭帝&a;a;a;#58o54;&a;a;a;#58o71;侵略军，最&a;a;a;#58o71;办法，当&a;a;a;#581oo;就&a;a;a;#58o56;&a;a;a;#58o86;&a;a;a;#581o5;&a;a;a;#58o87;击！因此……”

        “&a;a;a;#58o49;&a;a;a;#58o13;&a;a;a;#58o85;&a;a;a;#58o62;？！”

        惊呆&a;a;a;#58o98;&a;a;a;#58o71;埃纳雷斯猛&a;a;a;#58o6o;&a;a;a;#58oo3;椅子&a;a;a;#581o9;站&a;a;a;#5812o;：“&a;a;a;#58o86;&a;a;a;#581o5;&a;a;a;#58o87;击，&a;a;a;#58o49;难道&a;a;a;#58o56;&a;a;a;#58oo1;……”

        话音戛&a;a;a;#581oo;而止。

        感受&a;a;a;#58o73;身侧克洛德一世沉默&a;a;a;#58o71;凝视，埃纳雷斯如坠冰窟，颤栗&a;a;a;#58o71;身体仿佛被冻僵&a;a;a;#58o98;，一坐&a;a;a;#58o98;位子&a;a;a;#581o9;。

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