"So, just wait."
"When the procedures are completed, His Excellency the Prime Minister will dispatch reinforcements from the flying regiment to you."
The Japanese envoy Miyata Shino seemed very impatient.
Snapped……
The old devil Okamura didn't get used to it, so he just went up and slapped him.
"what are you doing?"
"Are you crazy?"
The Japanese envoy Miyata received a slap in the face and immediately started to tremble.
"This slap is a reminder for you."
"Who knelt down before this commander and begged for mercy?"
"This commander can kill you once, but he can kill you a second time."
"Ugly shit."
"What you promised to this commander must be fulfilled."
"Or I'll cut you."
"Don't look at me like that."
"Don't use your prime minister to pressure me either."
"At this point, do you think this commander is still afraid of death?"
"Compared with death, this commander cares more about the recovery of Tiancheng and the destruction of the New First Division."
"As long as the New First Division is destroyed, I, the commander, can commit seppuku now to thank His Majesty Tian Locust."
"Don't try to anger this commander."
"Don't think that you can do whatever you want by becoming the prime minister's lapdog."
"You...are still far...far away from doing whatever you want."
boom!
As the old devil Okamura spoke, he kicked him out, looking calm and relaxed.
The Japanese special envoy Miyata Masao suppressed a lot of anger in his heart...
But in the end... I got it under control.
You can't compete with a madman.
If you lose the contest, you have nothing.
If you win the contest...what good will it do to you?
Just to relieve anger?
No need, absolutely not necessary.
Nothing.
When I think of this, the resentment in my heart becomes unbearable.
The murderous look in his eyes followed the trend, as if he wanted to cut everything.
Faced with the cold eyes of the old Japs Okamura, the Japs' special envoy Miyata Shino was paralyzed on the spot.
For a moment, his lips trembled and he was speechless.
The various thoughts deep in my heart...are broken a little bit...and continue to be broken.
It has no doubt about the authenticity of what the old devil Okamura said.
This is a lunatic.
If something unexpected happens, Old Devil Okamura will take it with him to hell.
When you are with such a lunatic, you must exercise caution.
Remember not to mess around.
"Your Excellency Okamura, please rest assured..."
"Everything shall be done according to your will."
"one day."
"Give me a day to make arrangements, and the five flight groups will be arranged immediately."
"As for the special poison bomb I told Okamura-kun before, it may... it may take some time to produce..."
"But don't worry Okamura-kun, it won't be long."
"It won't be long before the special poison bombs are in place."
"When the time comes, relying on these technological means, the New First Division will undoubtedly die."
"Don't worry Okamura-kun."
"Okamura-kun, the most important thing right now is to dispatch the air force to support the troops attacking Amagi."
"The new division that has gained control of the air, as long as there are enough aerial bombs, can continue bombing and..."
"At that time, the three hundred thousand imperial elites gathered in Tiancheng will all be reduced to nothing."
"At that time, all of this will really be over."
"Okamura-kun."
"The empire's military numbers in Xia Kingdom are already tight."
"If something unexpected happens to these 300,000 imperial elites, then your so-called million-strong army will not be able to take shape."
"One move affects the whole body."
"The impact is far more than this..."
"There are many things deeper and beyond!"
"If something unexpected happens to the 300,000 imperial elites led by General Abe, the morale of the imperial army will be completely affected."
"If by that time, the empire wants to unify the Xia Kingdom, it will really be just a fantasy."
"On this point, Okamura-kun definitely knows better than me."
"Now I just hope Okamura-kun can think clearly about these impacts."
"The Air Force can no longer hold on to this."
"All six existing flight groups must be dispatched."
"Suppress the air force of the New First Division and gain air superiority!"
"This is the top priority right now!"
The Japanese special envoy Miyata Masao was speaking, and in his eyes, the infinite murderous intent gradually... overflowed.
"What do you mean, I... don't understand..."
"But this matter is far from that simple..."
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"What if the new 1st Division's air force has more than a hundred fighters exposed?"
"What if our six flying regiments cannot suppress the new 1st Division's air force?"
"What if our air power continues to suffer defeats like it has in the past?"
"Have you not considered these?"
As he spoke with certainty, bursts of rays of light lingered wantonly in his eyes.
For a moment, the extremely fierce sense of depression made people feel extremely terrifying.
Old Japs Okamura gritted his teeth, his face getting worse and worse.
Obviously.
For the old devil Okamura, it takes more things into consideration.
"hehe……"
"so what?"
"If we can use six flying regiments to die together with the air force of the New First Division, it will be worth it."
"We can still mobilize five flight groups from the base camp, but how can the New First Division rebuild its flight groups in a short period of time?"
"At that time, air control will still be in our hands."
"In order to deal with the New First Division, it is necessary to sacrifice six imperial flying regiments."
As soon as this sentence was spoken, it seemed majestic.
For a moment, there was an inexplicable burst of extreme pressure.
The Japanese envoy Miyata Masao showed a cruel look on his face.
At this moment, I didn't care about any of this at all.
Now Miyata Masao is crazy.
Materialism...
Profit comes first, and other things don't matter at all.
The main thing is to suppress the momentum.
Very realistic.
Very direct too.
The unnecessary nonsense was directly put to an end.
"Miyata-kun..."
"You...have changed a lot now."
"I see that you only care about gaining military glory for yourself, and you don't care at all about the life and death of the Empire's warriors."
"The empire just has too many utilitarians like you, and the empire will decline again and again..."
When the old devil Okamura thinks of this, his teeth itch with hatred...
Shameless!
despicable!
asshole!
What qualifications does this kind of bastard have to become an imperial general?
"Okamura-kun."
"You're not still so naive, are you?"
“Who isn’t a utilitarian these days?”
"you are not?"
"Isn't it because your reputation was damaged and your mentality collapsed that you desperately wanted to kill the new division?"
"how?"
"You still want to talk about truth? Is it for the sake of the empire once and for all?"
"Don't talk too much nonsense, okay?"
"They are all bastards, they insist on fighting to be the tortoise..."
