East Africa, Ethiopia.

The city of Makalay was littered with ruins, and the ground and rubble were charred black with smoke.

The soldiers who escaped the catastrophe found a random corner and shrunk their bodies, hanging their heads to rest.

The remnants of the carriage were everywhere, the artillery and weapons on it were scattered on the ground, and the cracks in the ground spread outward like cobwebs.

The fire burned for 3 days and 2 nights and then was extinguished, but the Northern Route Army had no will to fight.

Seeing the horses flee and the car swept away by the flames, the comrades inside jumped out of the car with fire all over their bodies, and fell to the ground after a few steps, their bodies scorched as they disappeared, like cooked lobsters.

Black smoke billowed out, and when you breathed, your lungs felt like they were being burned by fire, and the stinging pull made you want to cut out your lungs and throw them away.

Many people coughed up blood and fell to the ground, and many more fell into a coma, allowing the fire to spread to their bodies and be burned to a blackened mass of dry wood. ’

When the fire subsided, they felt like they were going to rush out of here, only to find that there was nowhere for them to run.

The damn bastards didn't retreat, they hid on the outskirts of the city and waited until the blast was over to re-encircle all the exits.

The Italian army organized a few breakouts, but they were all beaten back by the Egyptian army.

But the elusive snipers seem to be gone, which may be the only good news.

Until now, the Italian Northern Route Army has no fighting spirit, and it is good if it does not pee its pants.

The ammunition was ignited, and I don't know how many of my own people were killed, and the weapon became ineffective because of the dust involved in too much smoke.

Food, food is the worst, 50% of the food is burned, the whole logistics is blown up for days, and the rest can last a week.

Lacking medicine, no food, lack of weapons and ammunition, a large number of friendly soldiers were burned to death in the fire, surrounded by charred 'charcoal' and mutilated corpses.

"General, why is there no news from the follow-up troops, if this continues, we will all be trapped and die here. ”

In a small dilapidated building that is still half left, is the temporary headquarters of the Italian army, although the building has collapsed, but the beams above are still there, and if there is artillery fire, it should be able to withstand it.

"Still can't be contacted?" said General Bono, grim as his face covered in smoke.

Seeing the communications soldier shake his head, General Bono's face darkened.

Now he is more anxious and angry than anyone else, but as a manager he has to stay calm, especially when everyone is flustered and low.

This mistake was a mistake on his part, he did not expect the Egyptian army to have such a large amount of explosives, nor did he expect them to dare to do so.

Half of the city was used for the burial of the Italian army, and according to the reconnaissance after the fire was extinguished, in order to confuse them, there were at least tens of thousands of people who remained here.

This kind of ruthlessness and resoluteness makes Bono's heart chill, is it really right to provoke a war again?

The economic pressure at home is enormous, and now, they have lost a large number of soldiers, weapons, ammunition, and are besieged in abandoned cities.

Regardless of whether he wins or not, he won't end well, and Bono knows that.

But he had to find a way to turn things around, not for himself, but for the men and soldiers who followed him, and for his family, who were thousands of miles away.

Mussolini's methods, as his own people, knew better that if he could not reverse the war and lose again, the family would really have to be put in order.

......

"Do you need me to prepare a special party tonight?" said Lima, who placed his laundry next to his bed.

Li Zitao was a little moved, but thinking of what Jonathan was having a headache, he felt that it was better to be honest.

It would be really embarrassing if you did something you shouldn't do.

"Forget it, I'll be very busy these two days, I'll come to see you next time. Seeing the smile lines at the corners of Lima's eyes, Li Zitao stroked his hand and asked, "Why don't you use energy needles?"

"Can't buy it. Lima smiled bitterly.

How could she not want to use it, what woman doesn't care about her appearance?

The key problem is that she can't buy that thing at all, and on the black market, its price has been speculated to triple the price, so it's still in short supply.

For any woman, energy needles are more important than life.

"In this way..."Li Zitao thought for a while and said, "Tia will help you communicate with Osborne, you can prepare." ”

Lima was overjoyed, she originally wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Li Zitao about it, but now it's just right.

But what does 'prepare' mean?

Leaving the apartment and going downstairs, the car was already parked at the door, and after getting into the car, Li Zitao instructed Ava, "Let Tia accompany Lima to Osborn, and hand over the sales of energy needles to her." ”

"All?" Ava raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. "Anyway, it's a woman who follows herself, and she tries her best to make him happy.

Doesn't she like to socialize?

I believe that with the right to sell energy needles, she can knock on the door of more ladies and become friends with them.

Following.

Following Tia out of Osborne, looking at the contract in his hand, Lima still felt a little dizzy.

From today onwards, all energy needles produced will be in her hands.

Shaking her head, Lima immediately began to think about how much benefit this would bring her.

It's not about money, it's about influence, and every energy needle means that she will have a new friend.

I believe that it will not be long before she will become the guest of honor at various family cocktail parties and charity dinners, and the name Lima will be envied and respected by countless people.

......

The bunker branch ended the meeting with Hans and other executives, and Ava also told him the news of the end of the handover.

Because the production was too low, Miss Lima suggested that the price be increased by another 5%. Ava put the report in front of him.

"Let her take care of these things by herself, and remember to keep some inventory in her hand, maybe she will need it. Li Zitao glanced at it and left the report aside.

The above is nothing more than the popularity of sales, the price of black market circulation and the price that people can accept, and the analysis of the positioning of the noble lady group.

When Ava left, Li Zitao put the pen still on the table, leaned back and handed over the weight of his body to the back of the chair, and put his legs on the table and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

I don't know what the situation in East Africa is going on, and in order to clear up the situation, except for a few people who were left behind to take charge of the command, all the others, including intelligence, were withdrawn.

What is the situation on the battlefield now, not to mention Li Zitao, even the monks are not very clear.

Compared with the distant African battlefield, the Spanish civil war was in a state of preparation, Li Zitao picked up the pen and turned it in his hand, thinking about whether to talk about another business.

The last time I had a good deal with Franco, this guy was very happy to give money, unlike the old guy in Poland who died, and wanted empty gloves for the white wolf, and the bad old man was very bad.