Wang Tu dominates the industry.
This is not a casual joke.
You must have sufficient strength and foundation.
If all these millions of elites are defeated.
Even this mountain of gold and silver cannot be defended.
What a mess.
For Mr. He, a middle-aged man, he can regret it, but you can't laugh at him from the sidelines.
This sarcastic voice is too unpleasant to hear.
"Military Lord, you are worrying too much."
"I'm just being realistic."
"The army chief doesn't want to hear it, so I won't say anything."
"But now we have no choice but to hold on for a while longer."
"If we retreat at this time, there will really be nothing left."
"If we persist a little longer now, we might still have a chance."
Zeng Songlin, deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, shrugged.
Things have come to this.
Even the qualification for self-selection has been lost.
For a while.
Feeling extremely vain...
The picture in front of me is also being torn apart bit by bit at this moment.
A surge of emotions.
Arrives in an instant.
immediately……
Destroy the present.
From Zeng Songlin's point of view, he regretted that he had joined the so-called dead ghost army...
Although he got a deputy commander.
But no day is happy.
It feels like I'm completely trapped now.
Everything he does seems to be irritating and boring.
All kinds of messy emotions gathered in my mind.
For a time, his expression became worse and worse.
He frowned, then let out a long sigh of relief.
All expectations have been completely silenced at this time.
What has evolved at the moment is perhaps just...a sigh of despair?
Got on a pirate ship.
If you want to get off the ship now, you have no chance.
From start to finish.
Confused everywhere...
A blank look.
So hopeless.
"Four hundred thousand..."
"The casualties reached 400,000..."
"Crazy devil..."
"That's crazy."
"Damn it!"
"Song Lin."
"After this battle, immediately seize the time to expand the army...recruit new soldiers."
"First let our troops return to the size of one million."
"Then purchase advanced weapons and equipment and change them."
"We will continue to expand our troops later."
“If we want to stay relevant in this troubled world, we must work harder!”
"Song Lin."
"You and my brother."
"Let's work together!"
"Recently, there have been some misunderstandings between us."
"But I believe that these misunderstandings are bound to not affect the most sincere feelings between us."
"Our future is destined to get better and better."
"Songlin!"
"The country will be picturesque in the future."
"You and I share the reward!"
Mr. He, a middle-aged man, is now very skilled at drawing pie.
Maybe after you have power, this is basically equivalent to a necessary ability.
Anyway, once you get to that point, it’s natural to learn how to draw a big pie.
I don't know if there is any necessary connection between the two.
"Report!"
"Report!"
"The devils retreat... retreat!"
"The devils have all retreated!"
The messenger rushed over with his body trembling.
His eyes were filled with light.
As he spoke at this moment, his lips were trembling.
I was trembling right there.
The surge of emotions lasts only for a moment.
Excitement surged.
Take care of it in minutes.
Lips pursed, agitated...
For a moment, his whole body was twitching, violently!
In an instant, everything seems to be annihilated!
This kind of passion cannot be described simply in a few words.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.
The passion in his eyes seemed so smooth at this moment!
"Return?"
"Really quit?"
A middle-aged man, Mr. He, suddenly rushed over.
I couldn't help but swallow at this moment.
The sound of breathing seemed particularly real.
this moment.
The wait has been too long.
For this moment.
The price paid was too heavy.
Millions of elites.
Nearly half were killed or injured.
Four hundred thousand troops.
He was beaten to death just like that...
Only 600,000 elites remain...
After this battle, the Dead Ghost Army was almost defeated.
If this battle continues for another ten hours, the middle-aged man Mr. He doubts that his army of dead ghosts will be disbanded on the spot.
At this time, the middle-aged man Mr. He suddenly thought of the officer again.
It stands to reason that the commander is now 'deceased'.
When I was working under that officer, I often encountered unfavorable situations in battle.
But at that time, everyone could shift the responsibility to the superior, thinking that it was the superior's micro-operations that caused all these consequences.
Again and again.
I think so.
But now.
The situation seems to be gradually changing...
The situation...changed so quickly.
For a moment, I felt really unbearable.
Those things that I have been thinking about.
At this time, everything is falling apart bit by bit.
There is no external influence now.
The battle situation is completely controlled by yourself.
As the military leader and the first commander, he has complete control over the overall situation.
But now, the Japanese have been attacking for less than a day, and coupled with two days of mediocre attacks, the casualties have reached 400,000...
This is a horrific casualty figure.
"Question sir."
"Become a commander."
"Beyond sir?"
"Why……"
"Only when you are in this position can you truly empathize..."
"Otherwise...you won't be able to feel the taste at all."
"It seems that in the past, the officer was wronged."
"This officer's seat is destined not to be so easy to sit in."
"call……"
"Now."
"Now that the Japanese have retreated..."
"Then seize the time... seize the time to recruit new soldiers around Qingcheng."
"Can't lose a moment."
"And...and those little warlords."
"Send envoys to talk about it."
"tell them."
"The general trend of the world is that if it unites for a long time, it will divide and if it unites for a long time, it will unite!"
"In this troubled world, it is unrealistic to protect one-third of an acre of land."
"If you want to protect your rights and interests from harm, join our army of dead ghosts!"
"Our Dead Ghost Army is in need of recruiting talents right now!"
Conclusive words.
Passionate!
The more I talked, the more excited I became.
At this time anyway.
Emotions or something.
They all followed suit.
In the eyes.
shining!
The main thing is hysteria!
Mr. Nong, a middle-aged man, clenched his fists...
"Military Lord."
"Recruiting troops aggressively...and also recruiting small warlords..."
"Military Lord..."
"Are you doing it to fight the Japanese or to compete in the world?"
Zeng Songlin, the deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, asked silently.
This is very important.
something.
It was destined not to just pass by in a daze.
Need to be more thorough.
otherwise……
A piece of crumbs.
"Why did Song Lin say this?"
"Troubled times."
"What's wrong with me growing my power?"
"No matter when and where I am, my strength is my capital."
"Only because I am strong do I have the right to choose."
