The thousand Chinese soldiers rushed into the encirclement of the L country soldiers and fought their way through without any casualties?
He held his breath, his telescope following the movement of a thousand people.
Ten seconds later.
He took a deep breath, removed the telescope, and shouted to He Shiru beside him, "Quickly withdraw!"
He Shiru was stunned.
Why withdraw troops when the battle has just begun?
Isn't it normal to call it?
China has so few troops, what is there to be afraid of?
Zong Weila looked at the border line and saw more Chinese soldiers opening a gap and continuously rushing towards the soldiers from Country L. He had a bad feeling in his heart.
A voice in his heart told him that it would be best to stop the war now.
He looked at He Shiru and saw that she didn't move.
He cursed in his heart what an idiot.
Suppressing his anger, he pointed at the battle scene in the distance and said, "Didn't you see that it's only been ten minutes since the battle started, and a large number of your men have already died?"
He Shiru raised her eyebrows.
Some time ago, the Chinese troops were suppressed by him, which shows that the Chinese troops are not very strong.
That is the quality of ordinary soldiers.
He is leading the battle today. If he withdraws his troops so quickly, the morale will be immediately lost.
He made an excuse: "Perhaps the thousand men who broke through the defense line are masters secretly trained by China, so they are temporarily pressing forward. But the battlefield is not about the combat ability of individual soldiers. Even if these soldiers are strong, they will eventually become exhausted. I think they will not be able to fight for more than a few minutes."
Zong Weila closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Exhausted?
Those soldiers who rushed in raised their guns and killed the soldiers from Country L. Why should they be tired?
How easy it is for a soldier to raise his gun and kill people.
"He Shiru, listen to me."
Zong Weila looked at He Shiru, with an unquestionable sense of destiny in her voice.
If it weren't for these friendly forces, he wouldn't care how many soldiers from Country L died.
After they die, they can still annex Country L.
He Shiru rarely saw Zong Weila, who was usually gentle and smiling, like this, so she nodded stiffly.
Immediately give the order: "Withdraw the troops and count the casualties!"
On the battlefield.
The Chinese soldiers fought more and more fiercely, and they shot at the L country soldiers as soon as they rushed over, killing one with every shot.
When things go smoothly, they begin to doubt their lives.
Some people even rubbed their eyes, thinking they were dreaming.
They had never seen or even heard of this kind of one-sided crushing battle.
God, please bless them for a few more days.
Kill tens of thousands more enemy soldiers.
“Ding ding ding…”
When the Chinese soldiers were killing excitedly, the horn of retreat suddenly sounded in the rear of Country L.
The soldiers of Country L saw that the more than a thousand people in the encirclement did not want to retreat and wanted to capture them all.
The army can be attacked but cannot be done.
Tens of thousands of soldiers from Country L retreated towards their base camp like a receding tide.
The Chinese soldiers followed behind, chasing and killing them, and only turned and ran away after chasing for a while.
He didn't kill enough Chinese soldiers who had just rushed over from behind, and regretted that he didn't run fast enough.
On the Chinese watchtower.
The Raja grinned and took down the telescope.
He said to the crowd, "Why don't we make a bet and see how many enemy soldiers the two regiments of the S City army have killed? Whoever guesses correctly will get an extra meat dish for his army."
Everyone looked at each other.
"Eight thousand!"
"Fifteen thousand!"
"Eighteen thousand!"
"Thirteen thousand!"
“…”
One hour later.
L country military camp.
After each regiment counted, it was discovered that they had lost 18,000 soldiers.
When He Shiru heard this report, her face turned pale.
Immediately retorted: "Absolutely not!"
Two regiments of one thousand people killed eighteen thousand of them, which is equivalent to one person killing eighteen people. This is absolutely impossible!
When Zong Weila heard that 18,000 people died in Country L, there was not even a ripple.
With a sneer, he stood up and went to meet He Shiru.
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