"This ...... Where did they get the courage to provoke us?"

"With this kind of difference in strength, they don't have any hope of winning at all, right?"

Long Yingxue pouted and said with a depressed face.

She didn't understand what was holding these dark-skinned soldiers in the middle of the ice.

Although this spirit is quite admirable......

But the fighters who freeze out from time to time because of hypothermia really don't make people much interested.

At the same time, in the camp on the other side of the red line.

A middle-aged man wrapped in a cashmere coat walked out of the tent with a frown on his brow and looked in the direction of the red line.

Behind him, there were two captains with crooked hats.

This middle-aged man is none other than the current Minister of Armed Forces of the A-3 Federation, Carters.

"Minister, when are we going to attack?"

One of the people next to Carters rubbed his hands, forced a stiff smile on his face and asked, "If we continue to consume like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on!"

"There are already many fighters on the front line who have been frozen and unconscious because of the low temperature!"

"I'm in a frozen coma?!"

Hearing this, Cartes' eyes froze, and he slowly turned around, his gaze locked on the two retinue commanders beside him like a falcon.

"Where did all the money allocated last time to purchase winter clothing go?!"

"Didn't you specifically explain before, at least 100,000 fighters must be equipped with cold equipment?"

Hearing Carters' question, the faces of the two entourage commanders suddenly became a little embarrassed, and they hesitated for a long time, but they didn't spit out half a complete sentence.

"Tell me the truth, how many fighters have a full set of cold equipment now?"

Carters stomped his foot heavily and questioned sharply.

"Six or six thousand ......"

The retinue's voice was like a mosquito humming, and as soon as it exited, it dissipated into the snowstorm.

"Six thousand?!"

Hearing this, the corners of Carters' mouth twitched, and when he pulled out his hand, he beckoned to the faces of the two men.

Syllable!

Syllable!

The crisp slap echoed, and a blood-red chilling slap print suddenly appeared on the faces of the two retinue commanders.

There was also a trace of red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

It's just that it didn't take much distance to be frozen into a blood bar in the cold air.

Even so, the two of them did not dare to defend themselves in the slightest.

"Tell me!"

"Where did all the other money used to equip 94,000 fighters with cold gear go?!"

"This matter has always been handled by the two of you, right?!"

Quiescence.

There was a long silence.

"Good, good!"

Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Carters grinned at the corners of his mouth, and immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed it directly at the head of one of them.

"Give you ten seconds, do you say it or don't you say it?!"

The two retinue chiefs shivered frantically, and after their eyes met for a few moments, one of them opened his mouth in a hesitant manner.

"Minister Carters, did you forget?"

"After we got the grant from Minister Charro last time, we paid you three-quarters of the money directly!"

The Minister Charo in his mouth is the Minister of Finance of the Three Kingdoms.

In the end, the final review of the allocation of military funds is also made by Charro.

But in the Asan Federation, once there is oil and water, it is definitely necessary to "honor" your boss first.

Even several ministers of the three federations have long regarded accepting this kind of "filial piety" as a matter of daily routine.

As for the subordinate personnel such as the retinue commander, they need to honor the boss above them before they can consider fishing out their own oil and water from it.

The cycle goes on and on, and when it comes to the places where the appropriations are needed, I'm afraid that the remaining tenths will be thankful.

This kind of phenomenon is not uncommon in the three federations of Argentina.

Even Modisian himself is extremely troubled by this so-called "filial piety" and "goose plucking".

But he couldn't cut it off with a single sword.

Because all the people in power in the Asan Federation are tacitly acting as schistosomes in the Federation!

This time, more than 6,000 sets of cold equipment can be arranged for the members of the Federation's clans, which can be regarded as the mercy of those bigwigs above.

In the eyes of those bigwigs, some fighters are not worth wasting this money at all!

The bigwigs just need to enjoy their lives of paper fans, as for these fighters at the bottom......

Who cares if they die!

It's enough to give them a bite to eat and make sure they don't starve!

As for the equipment used to protect against the bitter cold......

What do you think?

Hearing the words of the two retinue commanders, Nacaster's body was stunned, and his face suddenly turned blue and red.

If it weren't for these two people reminding him, he really couldn't remember that he had smoked this kind of oil and water some time ago!

After all, he really did too many similar things, and as for the specific amount, he didn't record it at all.

"This ......"

Carters rolled his eyes, then coughed dryly twice, retracted the pistol back into his pocket, and looked away, pretending to be nonchalant.

"It's okay, you're doing a great job!"

"You are very visionary!"

"Those armored vehicles of the Huaxia Special Combat Team are simply vulnerable in front of my great A-San Federation armed combat team!"

"Six thousand sets of cold equipment are more than enough to defeat the Huaxia special combat team!"

Seeing Custer's appearance, the tense bodies of the two entourage commanders also relaxed.

There was also a bit of sarcasm in his gaze at Cartus.

Didn't you just interrogate them where that money went?

Why do you remember that the oil and water were pumped away by yourself and then stopped talking?

Feel like it hurts to hit yourself in the face?

Just then, Cartes' voice came from the front again.

"It's almost time now, let's go to the front line now to boost the morale of the soldiers!"

"This time, I'm going to let the Huaxia Special Combat Team take a good look at the strength of my Three Federations!"

"I want them to know that in the face of our invincible Asan Federation, all difficulties are just paper tigers!"

With that, Carters waved his hand and slipped into the tent again.

In a short time, Carters, who was tightly wrapped, got into a snowmobile with the two retinue commanders and rushed towards the confrontation between the two armies.

About twenty minutes later, Cartes and his party arrived near the red line on the Ksena Plateau.

"Warriors of the Three Federations!"

Carters' voice came from the loudspeaker on the roof of the car.

"In front of you is the fragile Huaxia Special Combat Team!"

"Your task is to drive them out of our territory!"

"I have prayed for the blessing of the god of Huanhe, and now you have received the blessing of the god of Huanhe, you are the invincible warriors of our Three Federations!"

"Take up your weapons and attack the invaders!"