"Whoosh!"

With a slightly dull whistling sound, a coffee cup filled with warm coffee rushed straight out of the improvised military tent, through the night, and smashed the chest of a strong soldier outside the tent, brown liquid flowing down his military uniform, and some coffee was spilled on his military rank, which symbolized his status as a colonel. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Inside the military tent, a low and suppressed roar carried unconcealed anger and cruelty, and the terrible fresh food was transmitted directly to the outside through the tent.

"Damn it! Elwin, you bastard, you damn it!"

"Dabinit, Ulysses, bastards, all bastards, damned, bitch-raised bastards, pigs who only know what to do, shit, idiots, fools who don't understand anything, you're the sinners of America!"

"Bastard, stupid, damned, damned!"

Outside the tent, the colonel, who was about to enter the tent, was stunned for a while, looking at the traces of coffee on his clothes, listening to the roar inside, and was in a dilemma for a while.

"Who's out there?"

Inside the tent, a low roar sounded, and the people inside seemed to realize that someone was outside.

The colonel smiled bitterly, gritted his teeth, and walked directly into the tent: "Mr. Governor." ”

"Is there anything going on? Colonel Wood?"

Inside the tent, Hovington sat on a foldable chair and looked at Wood in front of him with a somewhat unkind look.

After Wood was the stationmaster of the dark town, the only remaining colonel of the field legion was also a figure in the Hovington group, most of the field corps was lost, but it was not a war crime, under normal circumstances, in the face of Wood, the only remaining high-level officer, Hovington had to be kind enough to appease him.

But now Governor Hovington is not in the mood at all.

Wood really needs comfort.

Field regiments also need comfort.

But he, Governor Hovington, also needs comfort.

He could go and comfort Wood, who the could comfort him?

No, not a single one!

In the few hours since the end of the war, Hovington has only gotten a stone!

He clenched his fists and gasped rapidly, and the current governor of real power felt that his body seemed to be filled with countless explosives, and the slightest movement seemed to blow himself up completely.

Calm down.

You have to calm down.

"That's right, Mr. Governor, I have reorganized the surviving fighters in the field legion, after the war in the dark town, there are still six thousand three hundred and one survivors of the field legion, including nine hundred and twenty seriously wounded, and now it can be confirmed that they have lost their combat effectiveness, five hundred and thirty-three are lightly wounded, and they can continue to fight with the large army. ”

Colonel Wood reported in a measured manner, while cautiously looking at Hovinton's face.

Sure enough, Hovinton's face was even darker, as black as the bottom of a pot.

Even though he is now one of the top and most powerful figures in the United States, the loss of the field army still makes him feel heartfelt pain.

Of the 28,000-strong field regiment, only about 5,000 soldiers can participate in the battle today.

These... It's not just an ordinary garrison who is only responsible for maintaining order and local stability in the city on weekdays.

These are the elites, the real top elites in the regular troops, the elites who can adapt to any battlefield, any situation, any war!

The Third Field Corps of the U.S. Army, it is no exaggeration to say that this is the main army that can be compared with the Combined Army in New York, even in Hovinton's camp, it also has a very important position, although the former commander Robert Kennedy is a hawkish figure, but the field corps has always been in the hands of Hovinton, and now it is only a dark town war that has ended up with almost total annihilation, Hovington only feels that his whole person is going crazy.

"What about the losses of special operations personnel in the Marine Corps?"

Hovington asked slowly, his voice hoarse.

The total number of nearly 200,000 Marines can be said to be the largest special forces in the world, and the interior has always been full of mountains, so far, no group has ever been able to fully control the discourse of the Marine Corps, and the special operations regiment with the field corps stationed in the dark town is nearly 3,000 people, and the strength of the Marine Corps is also close to the midstream level, such a force, Hovington is also not much.

"They... More than half of the losses were lost, and only about 1,000 people still had combat effectiveness. ”

Colonel Wood stumbled and said with difficulty.

"Oh, a thousand, a thousand... Huh..."

Hovington muttered to himself, his face suddenly flushed, as if it had been burned by fire, it was completely red, and under Colonel Wood's concerned gaze, Hovington slammed his chest, and under the rage, a large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

"Governor!"

Wood was shocked, the whole person was even a little panicked, he still didn't understand what was going on, but he was sure that with Hovinton's determination, he would definitely not spit blood for these losses, although these losses were equally huge, but they did not have much impact on the overall strength of the Hovington group, to be exact, the right to speak would not change, and the loss was only some combatable forces, this kind of loss, when the United States was not at the end of the road, basically could not be seen.

Coupled with the fact that Hovington was still yelling at President Ulysses and Congressman Dabinite in the tent just now, Wood already had some speculation about Hovington's anomaly.

Mr. Governor must have felt the pressure from the other two giants, and it was the kind of pressure that was so great that Mr. Governor vomited blood.

But it was precisely because of this that Colonel Wood was even more frightened.

The pressure to make Hovington vomit blood definitely requires their entire group to work together to deal with it, and at this time, if Hovington falls, the entire group will be leaderless, and it will be a disaster for everyone in the group.

Originally, Wood was angry and looking forward to the loss of the field legion, he was angry naturally because the loss was too big this time, and it was too shameful to be beaten like this by drug dealers, but he was also looking forward to it, and now there is only one high-level left in the field legion, but Hovington is here to command the battle situation, Wood has countless opportunities to get close to Hovington, as long as he behaves well, Wood can be sure that his military rank will return from colonel to brigadier general in a few months.

And that's not all.

With such a heavy loss of the field corps, it is almost impossible to maintain the original number and establishment, but if the original number is canceled, the Hovington group will not agree, so it is very likely that the field corps will exist, but it will shrink, and the field corps will become a field division, a field division in the early 10,000s, and the division commander is just a brigadier general.

Wood felt that he saw a great opportunity, and that it was all to be expected if they could get back the Dark Town, but if Hovington fell, it would be impossible to talk about it at all.

"Damn, hehe, damn it!"

Hovington wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pushed Colonel Wood away, smiling hideously.

Wood shuddered for no apparent reason, and didn't dare say a word.

A screeching telephone rang in the corner of the tent.

Hovington didn't move.

Colonel Wood hesitated, quickly got up, walked to the corner of the tent, picked up the mobile phone that Hovington threw out, and glanced at it, on the screen, the caller ID of the four words Mr. President was flashing, Wood's palm trembled slightly, walked quickly to Hovinton's side, and whispered: "Mr. Governor, the president is calling." ”

Hovinton's body tensed up obviously, he took a deep breath, took the phone, and said in a cold tone: "Say!"

"Man, it doesn't sound like you're in a good mood. ”

On the phone, Ulysses' flat voice sounded.

"No, I'm in a good mood, is there anything wrong with Mr. President?"

Hovinton sneered unabashedly, and asked in an increasingly cold tone.

"Of course, it's about the dark town, although the dark town is not big, but it is the territory of the United States, and it is our face, you know man, in less than half an hour after the news of the loss of the dark town came out, I received calls from many heads of state, including South Korea, Vietnam, India, the Philippines and other countries, they all expressed doubts about the incident of the loss of the dark town, you know what that means, right? They are our most important allies in the war with the Divine Empire, and I don't want anything to affect their confidence during this period. ”

Ulysses said lightly: "So, you must take back the dark town again, as fast as possible, Governor Hovinton, this is an order!"

"I'll do my best!"

Hovington said with a solemn expression that he could scold Ulysses and Dabinit, but he was more eager than anyone else to get Dark Town back.

"I want to be sure, not to hell do my best! At this point, I will be completely in agreement with Congressman Dabinit, Governor Hovinton, I will give you twenty-four hours, and within twenty-four hours, if the dark town still cannot return to the arms of the United States, we will reconsider whether your abilities are worthy of your current position and status!"

Ulysses said in a cold tone: "Take back the dark town, then nothing has happened, you can't get it back, you are the sinner of the United States, so, Mr. Governor, for your future future and historical status, go to war, I am waiting for the news of your victory, remember, you only have twenty-four hours!"

"But twenty-four hours..."

Hovington retorted angrily, but before he could finish his sentence, Ulysses hung up the phone in shock.

"Grass!"

Hovington roared in anger and threw his phone out of the tent.

"How long will it take for our first reinforcements to arrive at the rendezvous point?"

Ulysses asked, gritting his teeth as he looked at Colonel Wood.

"It will take about six hours, and in six hours, the first batch of 20,000 reinforcements will arrive at the meeting point here. ”

Wood said cautiously.

"Six hours? Okay, very good, pass my order, after eight hours, launch a counterattack on the dark town, no matter the cost, you must get the dark town back!"

Hovinton gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"But Mr. Governor..."

"No, but!"

Hovington roared angrily, "This is an order, Colonel, it must be carried out!"