Zong Weila and the other four felt as if their parents had died, and it took them a long time to come to their senses.
And their soldiers were even more miserable than stray dogs.
Although they have arrived, more than half of them are wounded and have no combat effectiveness at all.
They all suspected that the Chinese soldiers did this on purpose, leaving them half-dead and letting them retreat in humiliation.
After the Chinese forces joined forces, they fought only three waves of battles and killed almost all of their 1.15 million soldiers, plus 300,000 militiamen.
If there is a regret medicine in the world.
If time could go back.
If only I could have stayed here last night.
They will definitely not start a war with China, but will choose to retreat immediately and surrender!
At most you will lose some money.
But now 1.45 million people have died.
So many guns and weapons were lost.
Is this really something that can only be remedied with medicine?
"Can we really save this life with this prescription?"
Songpasan asked the other four people with red eyes.
Zong Weila pursed her lips.
No, Taikang, He Shiru hung her neck and said nothing.
They thought they still had tens of thousands of people left.
Because before the third wave of battle began, they had 800,000 people.
As a result, only 3,000 have come now.
Two thousand of them were wounded!
This whole thing was like a joke, slapping them in the face.
The camps of the five small countries were filled with death.
The soldiers didn't even know where to go.
There was no medicine to treat their wounds, so they could only wait to die, but the person in charge of the war just stood there in a daze, not saying a single word about the outcome.
They had never been hit like this in their lives.
These three battles directly shattered all their self-confidence and crushed their original determination to win like sand.
The atmosphere here is the opposite of the Chinese camp.
All the soldiers from different units sat together in twos and threes, discussing how many enemy soldiers each of them had killed in today's battle.
Each person was holding a large bowl of white rice topped with meat and vegetables, and was gnawing on a chicken leg.
Everyone was very satisfied with the meal.
A smile on his face.
I have no place to put the excitement in my heart.
Even if you tell them what happened today a hundred or eighty times, they won't get tired of it.
They originally thought they were going to be defeated, but unexpectedly, they were helped by God. Not only did they reverse the situation, but they also wiped out the enemy army.
They dared to guarantee that this battle would become a miracle and be passed down from generation to generation.
If they hadn't experienced it themselves, they wouldn't have believed that such a miracle could really happen.
Now eating meat makes me feel full of energy. I can't wait to pick up my gun and fight again after finishing my meal.
It’s so satisfying!
Let Country L be so shameless as to invade their territory and harm their people.
Fortunately, they arrived in time and rescued more than 200 captured civilians in the L country camp.
Seeing their own people being tortured by the enemy, they really want to inflict double or a hundred times the suffering on the enemy.
So they captured more than 50,000 soldiers from Country L.
Humph, let’s starve them for five days first.
In the large conference room.
Zhou Gong and others also held their lunch boxes and ate while chatting.
Their joy at this moment was clearly revealed in their smiles, expressions, and eyes.
"Lin Yeshuai, I'll give you this chicken leg. You must eat more today."
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