In the night, Gan Daolin opened his mouth, and his equally tired face was full of struggle.

Exercise?

This is no longer a drill!

When several veteran gods of war who came back wanted to recreate brilliance through this exercise, and did not hesitate to increase the casualty rate, this exercise was equivalent to actual combat.

The coalition forces of various countries also conducted military exercises in the mode of semi-actual combat.

The casualty rate has reached new highs.

"Drills? Do you have blood on your hands? Gan Daolin stared at those right-hand men.

When the people heard this, their scalps went numb.

Of course they got blood.

even let the Chinese soldiers die.

Although the casualty rate is within the standard.

However, the bloodiness of this military exercise has indeed reached an unprecedented height.

"You should rejoice." Gan Daolin lit a cigarette, and his originally burly body turned out to be short due to exhaustion. "It's not about encountering the Northern Mang Army on a battlefield in a foreign land."

Gan Daolin looked around and said in a cold voice: "If you can't fight with the Beimang army to the end even in a military exercise, under such a low casualty rate, you won't have enough courage to fight to the death with the Beimang army." ”

"Then when it comes to the battlefield in the outer lands, why should we compete with the Beimang army? There, there is no restriction on any international opinion. Only the strong can survive! ”

Gan Daolin made the final pre-war mobilization for the decisive battle after the dawn.

He is very familiar with this situation.

The last time he was defeated and retired from the battlefield in the outer realm, he faced the equally powerful Beimang army and said the same thing to the group of warriors who had no masters.

It's just the final end, with rivers of blood and corpses all over the field.

Gan Daolin slowly stood up, condescendingly looked down at the defeated fighters, and said word by word: "Win, we are heroes!" If they lose, most of them will be able to return home safely and bring their valuable combat experience back to the great country of America! ”

Gandalin danced like a great orator.

But the audience didn't seem to want to do this bowl of chicken soup.

The harshest phrase heard in the ears of the vast majority of soldiers was "most of them will be able to return home safely."

Then who will be a minority of people who can't return to China?

Who will pay for Gan Daolin's proposal to increase the casualty rate and use his life to pay?

The scene was silent.

Some fighters even laid down their weapons.

"What are you going to do!?"

Gan Daolin shouted angrily: "Pick up the gun!" ”

……

Dawn.

The east is white.

Han Dong's eyes were bloodshot after squinting for ten minutes, but they were blazing.

In just ten minutes, his mind was full of fallen soldiers.

The elite of Beimang, the armies of all fronts, all opened their blood-red eyes.

Enough rest.

It's time to avenge the fallen brothers!

"Let's go."

Two words full of power came to everyone's ears.

Led by a figure descending from the heavens, he rushed to the enemy camp like a wolf.

……

The scattered coalition forces of various countries huddled together and reported to the group to keep warm.

Their morale was weakened, and their fighting spirit was completely crushed.

Everyone was debating whether to surrender or not.

If the fight continues, the casualty rate will continue to increase.

"I will not surrender!"

Gan Daolin said loudly: "The United States of America, never surrender!" ”

The gods of war of the rest of the countries looked sarcastic.

Many of those elite people in the United States even put down their guns.

Is this also called not surrendering?

Even if you persist, in addition to needless deaths, you will still lose in the end, what's the point?

Is it meaningful to fight for this breath?

We are not like you Gan Daolin, you have a hard background, someone to protect you, if you really die, it will not be your turn.

Bang bang!

Artillery fire exploded.

The elite of China poured from all directions, shouting to shake the sky.

Several gods of war, who had been hesitating before, stood up and decided to surrender.

There is an old saying in Huaxia that it is better to die than to live.

If you don't surrender, you really can't go back to your country.

Capitulationism in the coalition camp is like a multi-bone card effect, where one side surrenders and many parties support.

Even the American Army is a little out of control.

No matter how Gan Daolin reprimanded, those fighters no longer had the fighting spirit.

Gan Daolin's face was full of astonishment, on one side, it was a mentally exhausted coalition army.

On the other side, the elite of China roared from afar.

As a legendary god of war in the outer lands, he knows that no matter how much this battle persists, it will be crushed at the touch of a button, and it is meaningless except to increase the casualty rate.

Gan Daolin raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xiangbei, who was standing in the crowd, covered in the smell of blood.

His heart trembled, and he slowly lowered the gun in his hand.

The tide is turning...

The Chinese elite rushed to the base camp, but when they saw that the coalition forces gave up resistance, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Not to mention military exercises, even if you really face a group of prisoners of war who have laid down their arms on the battlefield, it is impossible to kill them all.

What's more, in this semi-actual combat military exercise.

Everyone looked at the figure.

Including the commander of this military exercise, Qin Huan.

"Pick up the gun."

The man walked out of the crowd and stared directly at Gan Daolin: "It's not over yet. ”

When Huaxia Elite heard this, he immediately roared loudly, raised the gun in his hand, and pointed at the coalition army: "Pick up the gun!" ”