Stormy world.

US military command post.

Fitch was currently staring at the newly drawn map with a frown, while Caesar beside him was calculating the damage from the battle.

"Sir!" Nishizawa finally finished the calculation and confirmed again, "Our army has suffered serious losses, with a casualty rate as high as 47%. This is simply unimaginable in modern warfare."

"How come there are so many casualties?" Feiqi was startled.

We must know that in modern warfare, the casualties in front-line combat generally reach up to 30%. This is after excluding the troops used for logistics support, ammunition supply, treatment of the wounded, communications and intelligence, etc., and can truly be put into the attack echelon and assault echelon of front-line combat.

Soldiers account for only 60%.

This 40% casualty rate obviously frightened Fitch. He had been mentally prepared before, but he couldn't be so exaggerated!

Nishizawa considered the words for a moment and said slowly: "The fighting methods of people in this world are very different from our modern warfare. As for their indiscriminate attacks that sweep across the area at every turn, our soldiers have no power to fight back and can't even dodge."

It’s too late!”

Having said this, Feiqi also thought of the 20-meter sword and shuddered.

"Foster! Stand at attention!" Fitch suddenly asked, "Tell me, how many years have you been transferred to the military area?"

Nishizawa stood up reflexively, saluted a military salute, and replied loudly: "Report to the commander! The eighth year!"

"Then you can't bear to see our brothers die in vain on the front line?"

"Not what I want, sir!"

"Then what suggestions do you have?"

Nishizawa:……

Your sister, if you don’t know what to do, just say it, and your employer will be shocked, thinking you are going to let your employer take the blame for you.

Nishizawa immediately replied: "Sir, I suggest you find someone more professional and experienced in handling it to take the blame... ahem, to handle it!"

"Oh!" Fitch became interested and asked curiously, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

"You have seen my suggestion, sir!" Caesar didn't say it clearly, because he was referring to the visitor from China last time, and it was Fitch who rejected it.

The superior refused, but he invited. He couldn't do such a stupid thing like slapping the leader in the face.

Although Caesar didn't finish what he said, Fitch still understood what he meant and hesitated for a long time but couldn't make a decision.

Last time someone offered to cooperate, I was the main one to promote it. If I take the initiative to invite this time, the benefits I will give away will definitely be more than those last time.

Inviting means that the cake will be shared, and not inviting means that we can only move forward at the moment.

"Forget it, let me think about it first!"

"Does this battle report need to be reported?" Nishizawa had worked with him for many years and knew that he was an indecisive person. After thinking about it for a long time, he could not make up his mind, so he had to ask another question.

"Wait a minute." Fitch still said.

"Then how would you answer if the Ministry of War asked?" Caesar didn't want to take the blame for him.

"Just say, the traffic signal is inconvenient!" Feiqi said angrily, "Do you still need me to teach you these? Can't you just let me think quietly by myself?"

Caesar curled his lips, turned around and left without comment.

I sarcastically said in my heart: "Let's see how long you can last!"

Feiqi, who finally persisted for three days, couldn't stand it anymore. The country kept urging them to report the battle situation, so he couldn't always use poor communication as an excuse.

This is not a war on an alien planet. Well, it seems to be an alien planet, but you can't stand the proximity of the two places. After three days, you crawled back.

With no other choice, Fitch had no choice but to agree to Caesar's suggestion and seek help from China, which had experience in handling the situation. At the same time, he made certain concessions within his own rights.

…

"Don't do this, it will hurt..."

These words made onlookers shudder, let alone Wu Yazi, who was the party involved.

If this was said by a charming and charming girl, Shao Weijie, as a man, might enjoy it very much.

But if it comes from a woman who looks like an eight or nine-year-old girl but hides a ninety-six-year-old soul inside, especially if she has been seen in her nineties.

No one can resist it...

"Senior sister! I'm sorry, why don't you sit down a little bit?" Wu Yazi's heart tugged fiercely, and he didn't dare to react too much on his face. He could only keep smiling while glaring fiercely at the culprit, Shao Weijie.

Shao Weijie knew that he was in the wrong, his eyes were wandering from side to side and he did not dare to look directly. He also did not expect that Wu Xingyun would have such a big reaction when he saw Wu Yazi.

It seemed that Li Qiushui didn't dare to look for it anymore.

If one of them is like this, two of them can probably tear the car apart!

After picking up the drunk Qiao Feng and getting into the car, Shao Weijie sighed.

I've told you that this Feitian Spear Tower is made from high-concentration liquor, more than 50 degrees, so it can't be boring. You see, this has brought you to Lingjiu Mountain and you haven't woken up. If you don't wake up, we will

It’s time to go to Songshan again!

The first time he hugged a princess, he was not hugged by a woman. Instead, he was hugged by a tall and thick man from the Liao Kingdom.

If I had known that spring would be brought, it would be fine if I couldn't bring an egg.

Those who should sit should sit in the car, and those who should lie down should also lie down in the car. The car continues to drive eastward.

Along the way, Wu Xingyun took advantage of his short stature and squeezed desperately towards Wu Yazi, looking like he would not give up until he got into Wu Yazi's arms.

Wu Yazi's face was red, his expression was tense, and he murmured: What an injustice...

It's not that he doesn't want to resist, the main reason is that he can't beat Wu Xingyun now. Wu Xingyun has been practicing Bahuang Liuhe Kung Fu for ninety years, but he only has more than seventy years of internal strength now.

Resistance? It’s probably too much!

Shao Weijie looked around and felt that he might have been cheated on this trip.

A nymphomaniac, a drunkard!

I could only make a wish silently in my heart: "Sweeping monk, you have to fight for your reputation!"

This journey went round and round, first I went to the Song Dynasty to find Qiao Feng and spent most of the day, and then I returned to Lingjiu Mountain to find Wu Xingyun. The speed of this hover car was impressive, otherwise I would not have been able to go back before dark today.

Not wanting to delay any more, Shao Weijie ordered the computer to drive directly into the Shaolin Temple and headed for the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The car is suspended in mid-air, and the hatch is open.

Shao Weijie stuck his head out, took out a loudspeaker and shouted loudly: "Is the sweeping monk here? If you have your express delivery, please come out and sign for it!"

The sudden sound startled all the monks in the Shaolin Temple. Just now, the monks near the Sutra Pavilion noticed that the hovercar had landed. Now, all the monks and disciples in the temple rushed over.

The sweeping monk hadn't appeared yet, but Shaolin abbot Xuanci came first.

Xuanci stood by the wall of the Sutra Pavilion, looking up at Shao Weijie. He was obviously startled by the iron box that could float in the air, and did not dare to ask loudly: "Who is the donor and why did he break in?"

My secret place for storing scriptures in Shaolin!"

Shao Weijie picked his head and said with an innocent face: "I'm afraid this master has misunderstood. How can I enter the secret place of Shaolin? I haven't even touched it!"

"There are nine levels in the sky and tens of thousands of miles. Could it be that this master thinks that from this ground up, it is all Shaolin's territory?"

"This..." Xuanci was stunned by Shao Weijie's questioning.

There is no airspace or territory in his head.

"Then don't come down if you can!" A hot-tempered monk next to him saw the abbot's frustration and immediately stepped forward and shouted.

"Xuannan! It can't be like this. Shaolin is open to all conveniences, so how can we deny pilgrims entry into the temple? If this benefactor has something to do, please come down and talk!" Xuanci seemed to be asking questions, but in fact he wanted to use the steps to let Shao Weijie come down.

.

The main reason is that my neck hurts if I look up for too long.

Shao Weijie thought about it, that's fine. We can't stay up there all the time.

The main reason is that the head is too low and there is some cerebral congestion.

The hover car landed slowly, blowing up a cloud of dust on the ground. The surrounding monks were frightened and retreated hurriedly.

Bah, bah. Shao Weijie spat twice and scattered the dust in front of him. He didn't close the hatch when he got off, and all the dust poured into the car.

This sweeping monk is not doing a good job. He didn't even sweep the dust off the floor.

"Arhat Hall disciples obey the order and capture him!"

Shao Weijie was complaining when the mysterious problem ahead suddenly came up.

"drink!"

The eighteen bronze men with bald heads and bronze men's sticks in their hands rushed out of the crowd and formed a formation of eighteen bronze men.

Shao Weijie was shocked. Are all monks so cunning now?

"Xuan Nan is not allowed!" Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci stepped forward and stopped him, "You'd better ask me first."

Shao Weijie nodded secretly, this Shaolin Temple is still reasonable.

Xuanci said: "I wonder why the donor broke into my pure Buddhist place?"

"This master has misunderstood. I'm just here to find a monk to clean up the place!" Shao Weijie explained.
To be continued...