Chapter 149: Expedition

On May 8, tens of thousands of Paris fans gathered at the Lloris training camp. The purpose of their trip was to practice for the home team.

The glorious Paris Saint-Germain is about to set foot on their battlefield, and they are going to capture the Bernabeu.

They won the game 2-0 in the last home game, so they are full of confidence in this game.

The mentality of the current Paris fans is no longer so timid in the victories again and again. They have the confidence to overthrow any powerful team. Now Paris is like the team in their minds.

Not to bully the weak, but to challenge the powerful.

Bi Yalong led the diehard fans to stand at the gate of the training camp. They raised their hands high and sang the "Song of Yi Le" loudly.

It's a favorite melody for Parisians right now, it's a 'victory' melody for them.

This is a song adapted from "AllezAllezAllez". The melody is simple, catchy and full of joy and vigorous momentum.

‘We are about to conquer all of Europe! '

'We will never stop! '

'From Paris to Madrid! '

'We won so many times! '

'Amazing Chinese commander! '

'He told us not to be afraid! '

‘We are the most loyal flock! '

'Here is Pariiiiiiiiiis! ! '

Amidst the vigorous singing, the Paris bus slowly drove out of the training camp, and the fans burst into loud cheers.

Die-hard fans such as Bi Yaron even got into the car directly, and followed the Paris coach to challenge the front field and away game.

Walking out of the Logos training camp, we drove all the way to Paris Avenue. On the wide road, the Paris bus led the way, followed by the ostentatious fans.

In the aisle, the private cars passing by were also infected by this atmosphere, and they all honked their horns for a long time.

The piercing long whistle pierced the sky.

On the roads on both sides, passers-by also stopped and waved towards the Paris bus.

Their eyes were full of anticipation, and they knew that these Parisian fighters had gone to fight in Spain for the glory of the city.

At this moment, they are glorious Parisian fighters, and every Parisian citizen likes them from the bottom of their hearts.

The wonderful goals of Paris were scrolled on the big LED screen, and the slogans were extremely arrogant.

'We are going to take the Bernabeu! '

Romantic Parisians are not romantic at all, they burst out with the most raw enthusiasm.

They are united as one, waiting for the news of the team's victory.

Since the Champions League quarter-final match against Bayern Munich, the enthusiasm of the whole city has been ignited.

The recognition of his hometown and the support for the team have skyrocketed.

A sense of honor and pride filled the hearts of every Parisian.

They are proud of Paris, and they love Paris Saint-Germain who gave them pride from the bottom of their hearts.

Among them, Yi Le won the title of "Hero of Paris" for his lore goal.

This is not the hero of the Parc des Princes, but the hero of the city of Paris, from which we can see how much they like Yi Le.

Crowds of people came to both sides of the main road from various intersections. Due to the traffic pressure, the city bureau mobilized police forces to block all intersections. Except for the main road for Paris buses, other roads leading to the airport were blocked .

Looking down from above, apart from a straight main road, the rest of the branch roads are filled with a large number of Paris fans and citizens, like a dark ocean.

And the bus in Paris is like the absolute protagonist in the military parade,

Wherever they go, there will be cheers and applause.

French TV station urgently mobilized a number of live broadcast vehicles to broadcast this grand event to the whole world.

French name Powell stood excitedly in front of the isolation fence, facing the camera and shouted:

"Today is the Carnival in Paris. This scene is really unbelievable. I feel like the whole city is here!"

"They came to practice, they cheered for our team."

Powell turned around and pointed the camera at the isolation fence behind him. The black crowd excitedly said: "Look, how crazy they are!"

Where the camera captures, the Parisian fans are performing crazily.

"This is Paris! We will win!" A young man shouted towards the camera, holding up the Paris team scarf.

"They are the children of Paris! They are the bravest fighters! Yes, we are about to capture the Bernabeu! Eliminate the Spanish team, I believe they can definitely do it!" A grey-haired old lady about 70 years old looked shouted excitedly.

"They make us feel proud and honored. They have done a great thing for their hometown, and they are entitled to this!" A strong man grinned, took a gulp of his wine, and laughed loudly: "We will Fuck Real Madrid!"

When the camera was pulled back, Powell's cheeks twitched a little. He was so excited that he couldn't control his expression, but he tried hard to keep his face sullen, and said in a deep voice:

"With these lovely people behind us, there is no reason for us to fail! Nothing!"

Powell paused, turned his head to look at the street in the distance, and said with a smile, "They are here!"

The Paris bus came slowly from a distance, followed by a convoy of Paris loyalists.

They haven't arrived yet, but the sharp whistle has already exploded.

The street bombing operation in Paris begins!

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep! ! !

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The scene was boiling, and loud and loud shouts filled the sky over Paris.

The crowd shouted loudly at the crossing, and some white-collar workers leaned out of the building, waving their arms and cheering loudly.

"Fuck them to death!!"

"Come on! You are the best!!"

"Don't give up! We are waiting for news of your triumph!"

"Neymar, don't be afraid, we are all behind you!"

"Killian, you need to run faster, I want to see you score!"

"Thiago, the team is in your hands!"

Among the noisy cheers, Yi Le's voice was the loudest.

"Yi! Take out your skills and kill this game!"

"Yi, this is my phone number!"

"Yi, win this game, I can do anything with you!"

Amidst the cheers, the Paris bus swaggered through the city, and they silently stepped onto their own battlefield.

The bus was very quiet, and the Paris players watched the scene outside through the windows in silence.

The expectant faces and the hysterical shouts really made them feel great pressure.

Mbappe was sitting next to Yi Le, he couldn't help swallowing, and said anxiously: "Yi, if we lose, will they beat us?"

Yi Le turned his head and forgot about the past, his eyes full of incomprehension.

On the contrary, Neymar in the front row turned around and said with a smile: "Beat? They will tear you apart!"

Mbappe: "!!!"

Yi Le frowned and said, "Don't scare him!"

Neymar smiled, and the others couldn't help laughing.

In the Paris team, Mbappe has always been a doormat. The players always like to bully him, watching Mbappe angrily and complaining to Yi Le.

Mbappe was a little dissatisfied, he always felt that the players looked at him as a child.

Among them, the black-bellied Neymar is the most extreme. Now that I think about it, Mbappe can't help being glad that he found Yi Le as the boss at the time. Although the training load is a bit heavier, it is all for his own good.

Looking at the smiling eyes of the players, Mbappe couldn't help puffing out his chest, and said firmly, "I'm not afraid. Besides, they like us very much, and they won't beat us even if they lose, right, Yi?"

Hearing this, Yi Le was taken aback for a moment, and then remained strangely silent.

Others also fell silent.

This time, Mbappe panicked.

Why don't you speak?

Mbappe said cautiously: "There will be security guards to protect us, right?"

"Pfft! Killian, you are scared!! Hahahahaha!!"

Everyone couldn't bear it any longer, and burst out laughing one after another.

"Didn't you just say you're not afraid?"

"Hahahaha, little Killian is afraid of being beaten!"

Neymar even patted his thighs and laughed, tears were about to come out.

Yi Le also couldn't help laughing, turned his head and shrugged his shoulders.

Mbappe's face was flushed, and he turned his head angrily: "Big liar! I won't talk to you anymore!"

Hearing this, the car burst into laughter again...