Chapter 1684 Sincerity

Huang Laoshi's words startled the group of overseas monks. They looked at each other, and then the blond-haired and blue-eyed overseas monk stepped forward and said, "General Zhang, Huang Laoshi, you may not know that although I am an overseas monk, I also work in the military. This time I come... not only to represent overseas monks, but also to represent our military."

As he spoke, he suddenly bent down, picked up the broad sword, and after pressing the hilt, a crisp "click" sound was heard, and a dark layer popped out on the hilt.

Then, he took out a file from the dark layer, opened it, and handed the file to Huang Laoshi respectfully.

Mr. Huang took the document first. After he opened it and took a look, his pupils shrank instantly. Then he looked at me in astonishment and said, "Qian Yu, take a look!"

I wondered what was written on the document that could shock Mr. Huang so much?

I took the document immediately, but when I saw the content on it, I was also shocked.

"I...fuck!" I couldn't help but take a breath and cursed in my heart.

In fact, the content written on the document... was too shocking. If there were no outsiders, I might have cursed out loud.

"Fuck, they actually gave us so many...ultimate weapons?" Mao Buhui and others behind him were also shocked.

What was written on the document was nothing but the sincerity of the United States. It could use 500 ultimate weapons, and these were all at the disposal of the Wushushan reserve and the Chinese military. The United States would cooperate unconditionally and fight wherever they were directed.

"Go, call the Chief of Military Affairs He Song!" Mr. Huang said to the person behind him.

The man nodded, then turned around and walked away quickly.

At this time, the medical team had arrived. They took a look at the Thai boxing master named Chachai and said, "General Zhang, Mr. Huang, his meridians are all severed, and his muscles have been cut into...jelly-like, and the deep layers are already burnt. I'm afraid..."

These words almost directly announced Chachai's death sentence. The sorcerer in loose long-distance running clothes shuddered when he heard this, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

Chachai's injuries didn't seem serious, he just had dozens of wounds all over his body, but in fact, there was no good meat left on his body. Hu Zi's knife was the strongest knife he had learned, and it was extremely powerful. I suspect that this knife might have incorporated some moves from the chef's knife skills, the way a chef cuts up an ox!

"This..." All the overseas monks looked at each other, obviously unable to accept this result. But Huang Lao waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Chachai won't die."

After that, he looked at the member of the medical team and asked, "Did you bring the ghost ganoderma?"

"Do you want to give it to him?" asked the medical team member.

Seeing Mr. Huang nodded, the medical team member looked at me again. After seeing me nod slightly, she opened the medical box, took out a small porcelain bottle, opened it, and stuffed a piece of ghost ganoderma that was crawling like a spider into Chachai's mouth.

"Don't worry, after taking the ghost ganoderma, even if Chachai's head is lost, he can still survive. With his current injuries, he can recover completely before the martial arts conference!"

After hearing the words of the medical team, all the overseas monks were dumbfounded.

In their opinion, Chachai was already dead, and half a foot had already stepped into the gates of hell.

But what they never expected was that such a dying person could be saved, and it only took one day to recover completely?

This almost overturned their cognition!

"Boss Huang, human life is at stake, don't joke!" said an overseas cultivator.

"We, the Wushushan reserve, never joke, especially about this kind of thing." Boss Huang said seriously.

This sentence made everyone look at each other in bewilderment, but the representatives of the major Chinese sects all looked proud.

At this time, the Chief of Military Affairs He Song had already returned. When he saw the sincerity on the document, his eyelids jumped. Then he looked at the blond and blue-eyed overseas monk calmly and asked, "Can you guarantee it?"

"There is a military seal on it, of course it can be guaranteed. Moreover, if you have any concerns, we can not be responsible for the launch. Anyway, you also have the ability to launch our ultimate weapons. We can transport the weapons to China and you can decide how to use them!"

This can be said to be full of sincerity. If the United States is responsible for the launch, who can guarantee where their target is? What if it is not bombing the demon clan, but the land of China?

If the weapons are only transported to China and launched by the Chinese military, then things will be much easier.

"Okay, I accept your proposal. When can the weapons be delivered?"

With China's current national strength, there is actually no shortage of ultimate weapons. But as the saying goes, the more the better. No one has too much of this kind of thing. When it comes to a critical moment, the worst that can happen is that thousands of arrows will be fired at once. Not to mention the mere demon race, the entire demon world will be razed to the ground.

But if we do that, not to mention the land of China, I'm afraid that overseas will not be spared. At that time, it will really be a situation where both sides will suffer losses.

All major races, except for the most powerful ones, will probably be exterminated!

"As long as you nod, I can contact them now and they will be delivered within a week!"

"General Zhang, General Huang, I need to ask the military chief for instructions on this matter to discuss the specific methods of transportation and reception." He Song said to me and General Huang.

Marshal Huang and I nodded, and then He Song left quickly.

At this time, the female Onmyoji from the island country, who had not spoken for a while, suddenly said: "There are 80 million Onmyojis and 80,000 Shikigami in our island country, ready for your dispatch at any time."

This woman was about 30 years old, and she exuded a full of popular charm, especially when she was wearing a colorful kimono and stepped on her feet, which added a bit of exotic charm to her.

Then, the Southeast Asian sorcerer spoke up and said, "There are more than 10,000 Southeast Asian sorcerers, jinx masters, and sorcerers, all of whom can be dispatched by you!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Chachai, who had just been bandaged and was lying on a stretcher, and continued in a low voice, "There are also 3,000 Thai boxing masters, among whom there are 100 masters who are comparable to the great masters of Chinese martial arts, and the rest are also strong men."

Then, all the overseas monks, on behalf of their own countries, reported their sincerity.

It can be said that every overseas monk representative was full of sincerity. They didn't say that they emptied their family's wealth, but they were definitely close.