At this time, he will come to save Sebastian Shaw, and he will teleport, Zhang Xuan immediately thought of the red devil in the movie who was red all over his body and had a strange tail.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him in surprise, Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly, pointed to the place where Sebastian Shaw disappeared, and shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression: "Red Devil, Sebastian Shaw's subordinates, are good at teleportation, I can't catch up with him." Zhang Xuan was a little lucky, fortunately he copied Sebastian Shaw's ability earlier, otherwise he would have regretted his death now.

"And this plan is considered a failure?" Namor snorted coldly and looked at Zhang Xuan with a mocking expression, as if the failure of the plan was all on Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan didn't have time to pay attention to this half-human, half-fish with a surging temper, turned his head to look at Steve and said, "I'll go and solve the sunfire first, and when the matter over there is resolved, I'll come back!" "The ability to copy can only last for more than a day, and Zhang Xuan must take advantage of the absorption capacity to solve the solar fire as soon as possible.

Steve chuckled with a look of nostalgia on his face, "I'm looking forward to seeing our brothers fight side by side again." ”

Zhang Xuan's body paused slightly, and his spiritual power enveloped everyone and instantly returned from the Arctic Ice Field to the Howling Commando camp. Without stopping for long in the howling commando, Zhang Xuan immediately returned to Huaxia after letting go of everyone.

As soon as he appeared in the valley camp, Zhang Xuan unexpectedly saw Mr. Song anxiously waiting outside his room, with a sense of fear that a catastrophe would befall him.

"What's going on, Mr. Song?" Letting Mr. Song into the room, Zhang Xuan asked in surprise.

"Zhang Gongzi, last night the national army suddenly suffered a great misfortune, nearly a million front-line soldiers died mysteriously, and the front army's defense line completely collapsed." As he spoke, Mr. Song took out a handkerchief from his waist pocket and kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, "In a few days, I'm afraid the Japanese army will enter the mountain city!" ”

"Nearly a million?!" Zhang Xuan stood up suddenly, and his mind immediately appeared that Shiro Yoshida was covered in blazing flames, his heart burned with anger, and his face became extremely hideous, like a demon emerging from the underworld, "Little devil, you dare!! ”

Mr. Song stood aside and trembled violently, and now Zhang Xuan looked really terrifying.

Holding back the anger in his heart, Zhang Xuan turned his head to look at Mr. Song and asked in a deep voice, "What else is the news?" ”

"There's news from Japan that they are going to fight to the death with the Ghost Army." Mr. Song wiped the cold sweat from his forehead again, and said cautiously, "Zhang Gongzi, the opponent is powerful, it is better to avoid the edge for the time being." ”

There was a large group of mutants on the other side, Zhang Xuan would not be really stupid enough to take the ghost army to send him to death, and glanced at Mr. Song lightly: "Where is it?" ”

Swept away by Zhang Xuan's eyes, Mr. Song did not persuade again, and immediately said: "Nanjing City! ”

"They will choose a place, Mr. Song, help me pass a word, I will take this battle!" Zhang Xuan snorted lightly, turned his back, and said in a quiet tone, "Tonight, I want to use the lives of all the Japanese soldiers in China to comfort all the heroes in Nanjing City, and pay tribute to the soldiers and civilians who died under the butcher's knife of the Japanese army in the past five years of the Anti-Japanese War!! ”

The death of a million soldiers overnight made Zhang Xuan completely rampant, the devils did it, Zhang Xuan no longer had scruples, he wanted to see if there were more Chinese people, or if he was a little Japanese beast!

"Mr. Song, prepare me a few local photos of Japan, I'll be useful!"

After driving Mr. Song away, Zhang Xuan thought about it and disappeared again.

"Master!" Seeing Zhang Xuan who appeared suddenly again, Straker was used to it, and shouted respectfully.

"What is the power of Hydra in Japan?" Zhang Xuan glanced at Straker and looked around casually, this seemed to be a laboratory, and there was a trace of blood in the air.

Straker was silent for a while, then explained: "The Japanese are paranoid and arrogant, everyone believes in bushido, it is not easy to control them, and the development of Hydra in Japan is not smooth. ”

Zhang Xuan's brows furrowed slightly when he heard this, and he said after a moment of silence: "Soon Japan will be destroyed and extinct, what you have to do is to quickly control the situation in Japan and strive to grasp Japan's military and political power." From now on, Japan will be the home base of Hydra! ”

Zhang Xuan has already made up his mind to take advantage of the absorption capacity to strive to solve all the problems of Little Japan in one fell swoop, but how to arrange it in the future will be a little troublesome. As soon as Little Japan is removed, China will immediately fall into a civil war again, and if Little Japan takes advantage of a few opportunities to rise rapidly and repeat the path of his previous life, Zhang Xuanke will be depressed. Therefore, Zhang Xuan needs to completely control Japan, and the most suitable one is only Hydra.

After leaving Straker, Zhang Xuan returned to the valley station, sitting by the narrow window of the room, Zhang Xuan's thoughts flew up, and his mind could not be calm for a long time. After thinking about it and thinking about it, Zhang Xuan disappeared again.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the thin bald head in front of him, Zhang Xuan was a little surprised, it was rumored that the person in front of him was very afraid of death, and the other party did not react at all when he suddenly appeared.

"The man who killed you!" Zhang Xuan snorted lightly, a grim smile appeared on his face.

The bald head smiled faintly, took a leisurely puff of cigarette, and said casually: "Say, who are you?" ”

Looking at the bald head's undisguised expression, Zhang Xuan said with some discouragement: "Ghost Army." ”

The bald head was slightly stunned, and the old man's face showed a look of approval: "It is worthy of being a ghost, it comes and goes without a trace!" ”

"After tonight, most of the Japanese troops in China will be killed or wounded, and the Japanese mainland will also suffer a huge blow." Zhang Xuan didn't want to beat around the bush anymore, and said bluntly, "Japan's withdrawal from the war is a foregone conclusion, and I hope you can work hand in hand with that one to rebuild China." ”

Zhang Xuan knew that the possibility of this was extremely slim, but he still had a little thought in his heart. It is undeniable that Mao Taizu is a great man who is rare in Chinese history for thousands of years, but the bald head in front of him is not weak, if the two can work together, the future of China will be bright.

After listening to Zhang Xuan's words, his bald head was slightly stunned, the light in his eyes flashed, and he looked up at Zhang Xuan and said word by word: "This is impossible." ”

Although he knew in his heart that it would be this answer, after hearing the bald answer, Zhang Xuan's face still unconsciously flashed a trace of helplessness: "In this case, I hope Mr. Chairman will do it himself." ”

"The Japanese devils have been driven away, and I have no shame for Huaxia." Unable to change the situation of the civil war, Zhang Xuan's heart was slightly gloomy, and he could only comfort himself like this.

When Zhang Xuan returned to the valley station, slowly waiting for the night to fall, the words he entrusted Mr. Song to spread also spread all over the country, and the whole of China was excited. The defeat of the million-strong army last night made everyone in Huaxia worry, and now that the ghost army wants revenge, how can they not be excited?

Some are happy, others are angry.

"Ghost Army, have you found out?" In a quaint courtyard, a gorgeously dressed young man held a goblet, the amber liquor in the cup swayed gently, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Young master, it's been found out." The bald middle-aged man respectfully handed over a piece of paper in his hand.

The young master didn't answer, just looked down at the note, and frowned slightly: "Zhang Xuan? ”