(Girls' Literature) "Your Highness, I don't know what to do with the rebels' prisoners of war?" Misa ordered the corpses of Mork and the other rebels to be removed, and asked Rose.

"What do you think? I'll listen. Rose whispered.

"Now the loss of troops in our southwest theater is too great, and there are not many troops, my opinion is...... Let them be converted. Misa said.

"Mocha what your opinion is?" Rose asked, glancing at Mocha.

"I ......" Mo glanced at Wang Chen and said, "I listen to Lord Dragon's Tooth's opinion. ”

As soon as the ......words fell, Misa frowned slightly, and Rose was also slightly stunned, and then she looked at Wang Chen and said, "What do you think?" ”

"Temporarily appease, and when they are no longer vigilant, they will all be killed at once!"

Wang Chen said this, lit a cigar, and continued: "There are too many rebels who have surrendered, almost equal to your strength, if they turn against each other in future battles, the blow to the Southwest Theater will be devastating, and the gains outweigh the losses!" You can't take that risk in order to convert them. ”

When they said the first sentence, Rose and the others were a little puzzled, but after listening to the second sentence, they all nodded.

"Misa, Mocha." Rose had already decided, and stood up and shouted at Misa and Mocha.

"The subordinates are here." Misa and Mocha replied in unison.

"To appease them for the time being, to promise them submission, and two days later to march them to the Gobi Desert in the name of sending troops, and then ...... Annihilate them all! Rose commanded Misa and Mocha.

"Yes!" Misa and Mocha nodded and left the command together.

Nearly an hour later, Misa and Mocha returned, and the trivial matters had been taken care of, just waiting for the rebels to be annihilated two days later.

Rose revoked Wang Chen's authority as commander-in-chief of the Southwest Theater and returned it to Mocha, and the two left the front line, boarded a bulletproof helicopter, and returned to the palace.

"In just a few days, you turned the endgame of the Southwest Theater into a victory, say, how do you want me to repay you?" The two sat in the living room of the palace, and two servants stood behind each of them, pouring them wine.

"I don't need to reciprocate, I said at the beginning that I was interested in the South African theater of operations, and now I'm just learning about the South African theater of operations." Wang Chen raised the wine glass in his hand and said softly.

"Are you interested...... Check out the other eleven war zones? As long as you want to know about the commander-in-chief of other theaters, I can still let you be the commander-in-chief. Rose smiled and took a sip of red wine.

"You're treating me like a free thug?" Wang Chen raised his eyebrows and asked softly.

"No, I'm just granting your wish to let you know about the South African theater of operations! By the way, borrow your abilities and help us defeat the rebels! There is a saying in Huaxia that is very good, a husband and wife for a hundred days, although we are not husband and wife, but you shouldn't want to see the defeat of the Temple of God now, right? If the temple of God is defeated, I will die. Rose whispered as she shook the red wine in her glass.

"Of course." Wang Chen nodded and didn't say anything more.

In fact, no matter whether the rebels win or the God Temple wins, this is the same for Wang Chen! But it is better for the Temple of God to win than for the rebels! As long as he is the commander, he can let the water out a little, without being seen, break the strength of the Temple of God, and then defeat the rebels!

As a result, after the rebels are eliminated, Wang Chen will also know a lot about the Temple of God at the same time, and in the future South African War, he can also know each other and confide! In the long run, this can still be done.

From a short-term perspective, he had to do the same, because now he wanted to escape from here, and there was no hope at all! You can only take one step at a time.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, two days passed.

"Boom, boom! ……”

"Da Da Da! ……”

"Bang bang bang! ......"In the southwest theater, in a certain Gobi Desert, as soon as the rebels surrendered troops marched here, fifty or sixty helicopter gunships suddenly appeared and bombed them.

The rebels immediately fled in all directions, but before they could take a few steps, a dense crowd of field tanks and armored vehicles and soldiers from the Temple of God appeared! In less than an hour, the surrendered forces of the rebels were completely annihilated.

War has always been cruel, tens of thousands of lives are only decided in the hands of a few people, as long as these few people let them die, they will never live! One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, this is a true interpretation.

Within two days, the news of the defeat of the second main force of the rebels in the Southwest Theater also spread to the other eleven theaters in the South African theater, and even to the headquarters of the rebels and the headquarters of the Temple of God, as well as to the purgatory headquarters, which had been monitoring both sides.

South African theater of operations, rebel headquarters.

"What? The total annihilation of the Southwestern Theater of Operations? What the hell is going on? The Southwest Theater is the second main force of the Lord of the Main Hall! Didn't the previous battle report win eight battles and eight victories, and was about to take the Southwest Theater? How could it be defeated all of a sudden? Even if the army is defeated, why will the whole army be wiped out! The leader of the rebels, a middle-aged man with a golden bat on his chest, shouted coldly.

When he first heard the news, he thought it was a joke, thinking that the communication corps had confused the victory and defeat of the two sides, but now ...... He doesn't think so, because that's where the facts are!

"Hall Master, this is the last telegram sent by the communication soldiers, recording the whole process, you can see for yourself." The same middle-aged man with a golden viper on his chest handed the telegram to the leader of the rebels.

The leader of the rebels took the telegram, his face turned ugly, he slapped the telegram on the table, and shouted: "Mock, this waste! The second main force of the Lord of the Main Hall was defeated in the hands of the 20,000 ordinary troops of the Temple of God! If this matter spreads, it will be a big blow to the morale of the entire South African war situation! ”

"Hall Master, what we should be thinking about now is not this matter, but the Southwest Theater has been lost, and the other eleven theaters are ...... There must be no more accidents! The middle-aged man with a golden snake on his chest said.

"I understand." The leader of the rebels nodded, his eyes gloomy.

South African Theater of Operations, a country, in the temporary headquarters base of Purgatory.

"Lord Yan, something interesting happened." The took the battle report of the Southwest Theater and handed it to Lord Yama.

"Hehe......" Lord Yan said with a smile: "This is not in line with reality at all, when did the God Hall have a commander who could destroy the second main force of the 50,000 rebels with 20,000 troops?" ”

"Yes, I think so too, but this battle report is true." The nodded.