So there is not even a consortium of Red Mist Warriors on the moon.

"About fifty, why should I compete for this quota for death? You must know that after going to the moon, the survival rate is very low."

Wen Yuan cut it out half as soon as he opened his mouth.

Watching the sea, smiled faintly.

The moon battlefield is of great importance.

If humans eventually lose, the union will naturally be unable to escape the destruction.

But what if humans win?

Several major powers that sent Red Mist Warriors to the Moon will surely re-establish a new world order.

At that time, the consortium that did not participate in the war will definitely be excluded.

So, they had to send the Red Mist Warriors to the Moon.

Even if they all died in battle, it would be worth fighting for a future.

There is a saying that goes, the key is to participate.

"Seventy people."

"Why don't you have sixty?"

"Wen War God, there is no need to do this, you are the War God."

"Okay, then there are seventy people." Wen Yuan made a quick decision.

Guanhai smiled on his old face when he heard this.

In this way, his purpose of coming to China this time was completely accomplished.

After pondering for a while, he asked, "Wen Zhan Shen, I wonder how long it will take for the new aviation spacecraft to be completed and put into use?

I'll go back and get the young people ready."
Chapter completed!