The atmosphere in the conference room was a bit silent.

After a long while, a man in a tunic stood up: "Chief, I still say the same thing, with the current strength of Middle-earth, we have no hope of winning this war at all!" ”

"The Consulate still sticks to the previous opinion, peaceful negotiations!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a combat uniform suddenly stood up: "Elder Councilor!" You have to understand that this war is no ordinary international dispute! ”

"It's race and race fight! In international disputes, everyone will abide by the Geneva Conventions, but it is obvious that the other side does not take the Geneva Conventions into account! ”

Note: The Geneva Conventions are a set of international conventions on the protection of civilians and victims of war. It was first started in 1864.

The chief of parliament said lightly: "General Lin Zebing, I understand your current mood very well. But the Secret Bureau and the Operational Staff have made countless deductions, and the chances of Middle-earth winning this war are basically zero! ”

"As you said, defeat is followed by the destruction of the country and the extinction of the species. Since it is the destruction of the country and the extinction of the species, then why can't we avoid this outcome? ”

"We can resolve disputes through negotiations.

Mr. Hu's face was haggard, but his tone was extremely indifferent: "Negotiation? What do we use to negotiate? ”

"As you said, the odds of the opponent are so high that it's almost a certainty. In that case, why should the other side negotiate with us? ”

The chairman of the council said softly: "Whether it succeeds or not, you have to try." ”

He turned to the chief and said, "Chief Lord, I think we should prepare for both. On the one hand, he put on a low profile and released the news that he wanted to negotiate with the old gods, the temple, and the drunken capital. ”

"On the other hand, we rely on the Great Wall as our last line of defense. Actively prepare for war and prepare for all-out war. ”

"Chief, this is the best decision the Consulate can make."

The chief man stared at the chairman of the council, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

The latter stared at him intently, his gaze extremely calm.

After a long while, the chief chief nodded slightly: "The Consulate will immediately organize manpower, with the cooperation of the Supervision Department, to contact the Old God, the Xudu, and the Temple respectively. ”

"Express the willingness of Middle-earth to negotiate."

"But Chief Shaw, you should understand what I mean. Negotiations are only a means to stall for time, not an end in itself. Because we can't afford to give what they want, and we can't give it! ”

The chairman nodded seriously: "I understand." I'm not going to let the chief grown-in down. ”

The chief nodded slightly, and said, "General Lin Han, how is the current modification of the field corps?" ”

Senior General Lin Han's voice was sonorous and powerful: "At present, only 30 percent of the military regions have changed their equipment, and the arsenals in various localities are already working overtime to complete the tasks we have assigned. ”

"But times have changed. A qualified field soldier is not necessarily a qualified demon suppressor. ”

"And more than three hundred old gods are wreaking havoc all over Middle-earth, they are very smart, they have been picking arsenals, grain reserve centers, and scientific research centers to start, and our production simply can't keep up."

The chief asked, "Doesn't the Secret Bureau have a countermeasure to this?" ”

Mr. Hu said softly: "We have done our best. In order to snipe the old gods, we even invited Shaolin Temple, Maoshan Mountain, Longhu Mountain, as well as Emei, Shushan and other masters of exorcism. ”

"Even the major families have sent people to fight."

"Chief Chief, Wei Wuguo hasn't closed his eyes for half a month, and there are seven S-class old gods who died in his hands! If I continue to fight, I even suspect that Wei Wuguo's old injuries will recur! ”

There was silence in the room.

During this time, the Secret Bureau did pay a great price.

In order to deal with the three hundred old gods who came to Middle-earth, Wei Wuguo single-handedly used the technique of shrinking the land into inches to fight everywhere.

Every time he killed an old god, he immediately rushed to the next one.

The most important thing is that the opponents he chooses are all real S-rank, and he doesn't even bother to use false gods.

But after half a month of high-intensity fighting, as well as the uninterrupted use of the technique of shrinking the ground into inches, the current Wei Wuguo is almost at the end of his crossbow.

If he continues to fight, once he is ambushed by the old gods, he is afraid that he will be in danger of falling.

The chief elder said categorically: "Deliver the news to Wei Wuguo immediately!" Let him come back and fix it for two days! Killing the Old God is important, but he can't ignore his own body! ”

"Also, let Song Jian take the guards to the front line! Share the pressure for the Hidden Bureau! ”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone objected: "No! ”

"Grown-in-chief! The guards are your personal bodyguards, and if they are transferred, who will keep you safe! ”

"You know, the followers of the Old Gods are still lurking in Kyoto! They have been plotting how to create a panic and chaos in Kyoto! ”

The chief said coldly, "In Kyoto, no one can hurt me!" ”

"Song Jian!"

An inconspicuous man silently stood up from behind the chief man, and he replied softly, "Follow the orders of the chief man!" ”

Everyone looked intently and saw that Song Jian was wearing a very simple combat uniform, and his style was very old.

He had a straight waist and a long sword in his arms at all times, which looked like the kind used by the honor guard.

His name is Song Jian, and he is the personal guard of the chief man.

It was also the person personally arranged by Wei Wuguo.

It is said that before the advent of the end of the law era, Song Jian was the leading master of the Secret Bureau, and even Xu Zhen's corpse had to shout his predecessor when he saw him.

Since he was transferred to the Governor's Mansion, he has never moved again.

No one knows what level of strength he has reached, but everyone speculates that he must at least be an A-level peak, and may even embark on the road of conscience.

Song Jian's identity is very special, he is just a simple guard, and he only obeys the orders of the chief executive.

Facing the high-ranking bigwigs in the conference room, he didn't even look at it, turned around and left the conference room.

The chief man arranges for himself to fight, then go to fight.

Other people's opinions were never in his consideration.

The chief said: "Logistics Department, we must do a good job in the deployment of materials, our soldiers are bleeding on the front line, their weapons, food, as well as medical supplies and special yin and yang materials, must not relax!" ”

"We can't let everyone go hungry to fight a powerful enemy!"

"Minister Zhou! If you can't do this, quit your job and replace it with a capable person! ”

Minister Zhou said solemnly: "Don't worry, I won't let this happen!" ”

The chief elder nodded slightly, and said, "The First Academy of Sciences of Middle-earth is very important!" Although Mr. Zhang is in charge, in order to prevent the believers from raiding, the protection force must also be strengthened! ”

"If you don't have enough manpower, you can transfer it from the field corps!"

The Kyoto Demon Envoy said loudly, "Don't worry! As long as I'm in Kyoto, don't think about making waves! ”

The chief elder's gaze swept over, and finally fell on Qi Beyu.

"Is there still no news from the Supervision Department about Zhang Sanfen and Chu Wu?"

At the mention of these two names, everyone's hearts immediately tugged.

These are the two S-class powerhouses in Middle-earth.

Zhang Sanfen is known as the god slaughtering madman, and even has the title of the grave god among the old gods.

Chu Wu is known as a knife in two.

The Miao knife in his hand has almost never encountered something that keeps chopping.

If they were here, seriously, the three hundred old gods really wouldn't dare to be so rampant.

You must know that Zhang Sanfen and Chu Wu are both existences that can fight one against two.

What's more, Zhang Baiqiang, the Queen of Secret Hearts, and He Yongheng, who has been missing for half a year and is only a flash in the pan in the Siberian wasteland.

If they were, how could the Secret Bureau be so embarrassed?

Qi Beyu said softly, "There is no news from our spies who stayed in the underground world. ”

"Elder Chief, the Burial Abyss is unpredictable, you better not have too much hope for them."