(Girls' Literature) Wang Chen's words fell, and the general with the broken arm frowned, with a strong question in his eyes, but this time he did not speak directly, but remained silent.

Wang Chen walked to the podium, coughed lightly, and his gaze swept over the dense recruits below.

"What are you fighting for?" Wang Chen asked loudly.

"For the chief, for the liberation of South Africa, for the peace of South Africa." The recruits below made a voice, and there was not the slightest fighting spirit in the voice, and if you only listened to the voice, you would think that it was only a few thousand, not a hundred thousand.

The Severed Arm General nodded, although the momentum was not good, but he was very satisfied with this declaration, because this declaration was taught by him to this group of recruits.

"Dog!" Wang Chen shouted loudly.

When the words fell, the general with the broken arm was stunned, and the recruits below were also stunned.

"You are not fighting for your leader, nor for me, nor for the liberation of South Africa and peace in South Africa, at least not yet! Therefore, do not think of you so noble and say declarations that even you have no confidence in! ”

"You fight for yourselves, you fight for your families! If you don't pick up your guns and resist, then the time will be ...... Your homes will be burned, your women will be reincarnated, your children will be slaves, you ...... will be slaughtered! ”

"You must know very well that no matter which side wins, the losing side will be slaughtered! I just want to ask you, do you want to be the ones who slaughtered the city, or the people who were slaughtered? Do you want to be someone else's woman and slaughter someone else's children, or do you want to be someone who is someone else's woman and slaughter your children? ”

"Shout out, what kind of people do you want to be!" Wang Chen shouted loudly.

"Wheel their women, slaughter their children, burn their houses, rob their property!" The sound was deafening, everyone almost screamed, and everyone's expression was no longer wooden, but crazy.

Everyone knows the consequences of the war, and these original inhabitants of South Africa know the consequences of defeat even more! When they think of the consequences of that defeat, they are terrified! Fear will inspire them to go crazy!

No one is the Virgin Mary, especially to those in war! War is never merciful, kindness to others is only cruelty to oneself! Rather than being slaughtered themselves, their own women were wheeled jian, of course, they hope that they can slaughter others, turn jian other people's women!

"Very well, you only need to remember this, the rest, nothing else! If the war is won, you can take turns to slaughter other people's women! If the war is defeated, others can take turns to slaughter your women! ”

Wang Chen said this, looked at the time, and then shouted: "Good luck, recruits." ”

After speaking, Wang Chen strode towards the helicopter, and the severe-arm general glanced at the group of recruits, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, although the combat effectiveness of these 100,000 soldiers was still very weak, but their morale was burning.

"Führer, those recruits ......" the severed-arm general said on the helicopter.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Chen and said, "General, now our problem is not recruits, but the war in the Southern Theater!" So, don't mention topics that don't matter. ”

"Yes." The severed arm general nodded and said, "Führer, where are we going?" ”

"At the junction of the Central South Theater, by the way, the radio informed them that they should set off from the base immediately, and they must be there before dark! At the same time, inform the leader of Allen and guard the door. Wang Chen said to the severed arm general.

"Yes." The Severed Arm General got up, walked towards the helicopter radio, and began to get busy.

……

Time passed minute by minute, and at eight o'clock in the night, Wang Chen, Tianhu and others arrived at the junction of the Central East Theater and the Central South Theater, and 100,000 troops also arrived here.

"Is there news from Bobik?" In the temporary conference room, Wang Chen asked Balding.

"Nope." Balding replied.

"Let's go and rest, four hours of rest, come here in the early hours of the morning, Balding, don't rest, continue to watch the phone." Wang Chen said.

"Okay." The crowd answered and went their separate ways.

Four hours later, in the early hours of the morning, the tents here had been put away, and the whole army was ready to fight at any time, Wang Chen, Tianhu and others gathered again in the makeshift conference room, discussing what could happen and how to deal with the impossible.

……

Southern Theater of Operations.

"Da Da Da! …… Boom Boom! ……”

The sound of gunfire and artillery fire continued, and the two sides continued to fight fiercely, but this situation did not last long, because ...... After several days of continuous fighting, the strength of both sides of them continued to decrease.

At this time, Angola's troops were less than 20,000, and Baburu was not much better, with only more than 20,000 troops left.

"Angola is a waste with well-developed limbs and a simple mind!" Babru's face was extremely ugly at this time, he really didn't expect that Angola would fight with him for three days and three nights! Originally, he thought that Angola was just a symbolic small fight, and it would not really hurt both sides at all, but now it seems that ......

"Chief, what should I do?" One of Baburu's officers asked.

"Since that waste wants the Southern War Zone so much, then Lao Tzu just give it to him! Inform the whole army to immediately withdraw from the Southern Theater and march into the ...... Outer War Zone! Bablu exclaimed.

He has no choice anymore, continue to stay in the Central South Theater, with their little strength, it won't be long before he will be swallowed up by other private countries in the Central Theater! Although he said that he would cede the Southern Theater to Angola, his meaning was also very simple, with Angola's little troops, he would definitely not be able to hold the Southern Theater!

"Maybe we were all fooled, and Angola is the same, we all made wedding dresses for others!" Bablu sighed, as if he had guessed something by now.

In the early hours of the morning, Baburu led his troops to evacuate his base and retreat towards the outer theater of operations.

"Report, Bablu has withdrawn from the base, and looking at him, it seems that he is going to the outer war zone." Meanwhile, inside the Angolan base, an officer reports to Bobique.

"I see." Bobick nodded, and when the officer left, he immediately began to contact Balding, muttering to himself, "It seems that Babru has sensed something, and he has to solve it quickly." ”