In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Under the cover of night, Gan Daolin opened his mouth, his equally tired face full of struggle.

exercise?

This is no longer an exercise!

When several returning veteran gods of war want to regain their glory through this exercise, and do not hesitate to increase the casualty rate, this exercise is equivalent to actual combat.

The coalition forces from various countries also conducted military exercises in a semi-actual combat mode.

The casualty rate has hit new highs repeatedly.

"Exercise? Are your hands stained with blood?" Gan Daolin stared at those powerful generals.

When everyone heard this, their scalps went numb.

Of course they were stained with blood.

Even Chinese soldiers were killed in battle.

Although the casualty rate is within the standard.

But the bloody level of this military exercise has indeed reached unprecedented heights.

"You should be lucky." Gan Daolin lit a cigarette, and his originally burly body became dwarfed by fatigue. "It's not like we met the Bei Mang Army on the outer battlefield."

Gan Daolin looked around and said in a cold voice: "If you can't fight the Beimang Army to the end even in a military exercise, under such a low casualty rate standard, you won't have enough courage to fight to the death with the Beimang Army. "

"Then on the outer battlefield, why should we compete with the Beimang Army? There is no restriction by international public opinion. Only the strong can survive!"

Gan Daolin made the final pre-war mobilization for the decisive battle after dawn.

He was familiar with this situation.

Before he was defeated and retired in the outer battlefield last time, he faced the equally powerful Beimang Army and said the same thing to those warriors who had no masters.

But the final outcome was a river of blood and corpses strewn across the land.

Gan Daolin stood up slowly, looked down at the soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit, and said word by word: "If we win, we are heroes! If we lose, most of them can return home safely and bring their valuable combat experience back to greatness. America!"

Gandaulin danced like a great orator.

But the audience in the audience didn't seem to want to finish the bowl of chicken soup.

The harshest sentence heard in the ears of most soldiers is "most people can return home safely."

Then who will be the small number of people who cannot return to the country?

Who would pay with their lives for Gan Daolin's proposal to increase the casualty rate?

There was total silence.

Some soldiers even laid down their weapons.

"What are you going to do!?"

Gandolin shouted angrily: "Pick up the gun!"

……

breaking Dawn.

The color of fish belly is white in the east.

Han Dong's eyes, which had been squinting for ten minutes, were bloodshot but bright.

For just ten minutes, his mind was filled with fallen soldiers.

Beimang's elite troops and front troops all opened their blood-red eyes.

Enough rest.

It's time to avenge those fallen brothers!

"Set off."

Two words full of power reached everyone's ears.

Led by a figure who looked like a god descending from the earth, he rushed towards the enemy camp like a wolf and a tiger.

……

The scattered coalition forces from various countries huddled together and joined forces to stay warm.

Their morale was demoralized and their fighting spirit was completely defeated.

Everyone was discussing whether to surrender or not.

If the fight continues, the casualty rate will continue to increase.

"I will never surrender!"

Gan Daolin said loudly: "The United States will never surrender!"

The war gods of the other countries looked sarcastic.

Many of the elite Americans even put down their guns.

Is this called not surrendering?

Even if you persist, apart from unnecessary deaths, you will eventually lose. What's the point?

Does it make sense to fight for this breath?

We are not like you Gan Daolin. You have a strong backing and are protected by people. Even if you are killed in battle, it will not be your turn.

Boom!

The sound of artillery fire exploded.

Chinese elites came from all directions, shouting loudly.

Several war gods who had been hesitating before stood up and decided to surrender.

There is an old saying in China that it is better to live than to die.

If you don't surrender, some people will really not be able to return to the country.

Capitulationism in the coalition camp is like the effect of many-bone rice cards. One party surrenders and many parties support it.

Even the U.S. military is a little out of control.

No matter how Gandaolin scolded them, the soldiers no longer had the fighting spirit.

Gan Daolin's face was full of astonishment. On one side was the listless coalition army.

On the other side are the Chinese elites roaring in from a distance.

As the legendary God of War from the outside world, he knew that if he persisted in this battle, it would collapse at the first touch, and it would be meaningless except for increasing the casualty rate.

Gan Daolin raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xiangbei, who was standing in the crowd and smelled of blood.

His heart trembled, and he slowly put down the gun in his hand.

The tide is over...

The Chinese elite rushed to the base camp, but when they saw that the coalition forces gave up resistance, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Not to mention military exercises, even if you really face a group of prisoners of war who have laid down their weapons on the battlefield, it is impossible to kill them all.

What's more, in this semi-actual military exercise.

Everyone looked at that figure.

Including the commander-in-chief of this military exercise, Qin Huan.

"Pick up the gun."

The man walked out of the crowd and stared directly at Gandalin: "It's not over yet."

Upon hearing this, the Chinese elites roared loudly, raised their guns, and pointed at the coalition forces: "Pick up the guns!"