Sheridan Mitchell looked at Keppel Dallena from the side, hoping to answer for her. How big orders would it take for her factory to earn so much money?

However, obviously, how big ambitions a woman has a lot to do with her [Second]. Darlena has a great ambitions and wants more. This woman is very good at taking advantage of her advantages, just staring at Tang Dao, if it were other men, she might be blushed.

Who is Tang Dao?

"Ms. Darlena, do you want to sleep with me?" He suddenly said and pulled the initiative back. The Mitchell and his son were stunned. This was too direct.

Darlena frowned, feeling unhappy. What she did and being teased were different. The most important thing was that she felt that the rhythm was not following her requirements, and she stopped pretending and showed up. "I want mine very simple. A weapon, I want $5."

"This is impossible, Ms. Darlena, our weapon is only about 20% profitable. We need to give the buyer a lot of profit margin. You speak like this without sincerity. I came with sincerity, otherwise, I am in Kiev. Tang Dao's hand clenched into a fist and knocked on the table, making a thumping sound.

Darlena completely thinks that this is farting. How could it be only 20% that can make people abandon conscience and moral constraints, or even be afraid of legal sanctions, just for such a little profit? It is absolutely impossible. Although Darlena doesn't know how much it can earn for an arms dealer like Tang Dao, she must be very rich.

She was about to insist on the price increase, Tang Dao continued, "The Rifle Association's naming is not that high. If it doesn't work, we can find other departments. I think that as long as there is no problem here, someone will agree to the business of hundreds of thousands of dollars this day."

Tang Dao pointed to his head, meaning that those who disagree with it are all brainless.

The Rifle Association, the civil organization, and the conspiracy politicians need them, but the savior company does not need them. The company needs the chiefs who cause trouble in Africa, and these people are cuteer than Darlena.

The dining table was quiet for a while, and no one disturbed Darlena's contemplation. The servants next to him walked quietly.

"Okay, I agree." In the end, Darlena agreed. The Rifle Association had too many places to use money. They needed to raise funds for politicians who supported them. The money here would cost at least millions of dollars a year, and energy conservation and open source would have to be profitable.

Tang Dao responded very casually, as if it was like playing an ordinary business. Of course, at least politeness is required. He nodded, "I wish us a happy cooperation."

If it is unhappy, it is the other party’s fault anyway. As long as it makes a mistake, you have to find a way to give the responsibility to others.

...

"Ula!!!"

There were complex sounds outside Grozny, mixed with screams, screams, sobs and cannons.

Standing in the command center behind in the distance, Dwayte, holding a telescope, looked as if he was ashen. Although he couldn't see anything clearly that night, it was not ideal to see from Feng Fenfei's appearance on the frontline.

"Dadayev, this madman!" Dewet gritted his teeth. Who knew that the opponent would suddenly attack at night at this time, and the third division rushed out toward the front line. The counterattack was a bit fierce.

DeWitt is a field hospital, and he can see the battle situation here. It is obvious that the Russians can't stand it anymore.

"Why is there no support at this time?" The orderly soldier standing next to him couldn't help but say it. Anyone who saw it was so anxious that he would catch his head.

At this moment, a sudden panic occurred inside the hospital. Dewet looked back unhappily and saw the military doctor running up, his tone was horrified, "General, the commander of the 228th Motorized Infantry Regiment was seriously injured!"

Well…

Dewet's first thought was to breathe a sigh of relief. Could it be that the war has entered the metaphysics and the generals have almost died? Is it now the school officials' turn?

Otherwise, the battlefield is so big, to put it bluntly, even if you hide back, you won’t be injured. Dewet looked like he was, “How did he get hurt?”

The military doctor's face was a little weird, with a little embarrassment in his eyes, and hesitated. Under Dewei Ruju's gaze, he still twistedly told the reason for the other party's injury.

It turned out that the other party wanted to transfer (escape) on the armored vehicle, but at this time, the driver was not in tune with each other. The commander's foot had not yet stepped up and drove it directly, so that the other party fell heavily to the ground. This was not counted because there was no light nearby, and he was mainly afraid of being hit by artillery fire. The dark car behind him didn't pay attention and pressed it directly. Fortunately, his life was good, but his legs were almost useless, so he should have to rely on a wheelchair in the future.

When Dewet heard the news that the other party was injured, his heart was extinguished when he cursed. What else is more sad than this? Anyway, the other party is useless.

Moreover, the front line seems to be unable to hold on, even the regiment commander was injured. Who commanded the front? Da Mao’s army is already rotten. Do you want them to fight back? It’s impossible. It’s entirely up to a sensation. This sensation has been discharged, and these men have long been unable to do it.

"Try to save him, damn it." Dewet said in a muffled voice, kicking the weed next to him like he was venting, but when his feet slipped, he didn't stand firm and rolled down the hillside.

"General!" The orderly and the military doctor were shocked and rushed down quickly, but the person was obviously round. For a while, the group couldn't stop the car and rolled directly below, knocking their heads against the stone. They must be dizzy, just holding their heads and screaming.

The head of the field hospital was also seriously injured!

The orderly yelled in horror, asking the stretcher to come soon, and the hospital was in chaos.

The minister, who was still behind, looked serious and looked at the busy staff, his eyes looked helpless. He swallowed his saliva and his throat was so dry that he could get angry. But if he could, he would rather have his eyes on fire and then burn all the fools in front of him to death.

So many people didn't even think of the plans that Dudaev needed after launching a counterattack, so that when the front line was counterattacked, they didn't know what to do now.

It was not that Grachev had never experienced wars. He graduated from Fulongzhi Military Academy in 1981. During the Afghan War, he served as deputy commander and commander of the paratrooper regiment, and was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. He later served as chief of staff and commander of the Airborne Division. He was awarded the Major General in 1986. After graduating from the Military Academy of the General Staff in June 1990, he served as the first deputy commander and commander of the Soviet Airborne Corps.

Their resume is beautiful, and it is also an important piece that determines Yeltsin's victory or defeat. Do you think he is an outsider? He is actually quite fierce, but the troops he commands now are not called the Soviet Union, but Russia.

This is a big difference. Seventy or eighty years ago, the Soviets suppressed the Chechens and drove them to the poor and lonely Caucasus region. But now, Grachev has an idea, will he be captured?

"Comrade Minister, the front line sent a message." A staff officer with the rank of lieutenant came over, but the title was still not changed. Of course, no one specifically emphasized that even in the later Red Square military parade, some people called it this way. This is just a habit.

"What news?" Grachev asked.

"Apart from the commander of the 228th Motorized Infantry Regiment, everyone else was captured!"

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Chapter completed!