"If this is the case, this new division...is probably really impossible to hold on..."

"In the end, it's really a dead end!"

"It's really... it's crazy!"

The murmuring sound followed, and the trembling sound gradually came out.

For a moment, I couldn't hold back my emotions.

The commander stood up with a crutch and looked anxiously at the man in black Mr. Nong.

"How many troops are there?"

"Speak quickly!"

"Quick!"

"How many thousand?"

"Anon!"

"Are you going to be anxious to death?"

"My mom!"

The commander was so angry that he almost hit the man in black with a crutch.

"Sir, it's not the same thing at all."

"Those devils didn't think about taking revenge at all..."

"According to the intelligence display, the Japanese emphasized the appeasement strategy in this military meeting..."

"The Japanese envoy Miyata Masao conveyed the order of the Japanese minister to try his best to appease the new division! Promise the new division's right to split the soil and be crowned kings, so as to stop the Geba fight with the new division!"

"Although those Japanese generals were trying their best to ask for battle, the Japanese envoy Miyata Masato was extremely determined. There was no room for negotiation on this matter."

"This matter has taken shape..."

"The devils have selected the Chief of Staff of the 1st Imperial Army of the Devils, Masao Ono, as the envoy, and went to Tsushiro to negotiate with Fangyu..."

"The Japanese envoy Miyata Masao said that he could agree to all the conditions of Fang Yu..."

"Sir, this is basically...it's all the content of the meeting..."

"Subordinates...subordinates can ensure the accuracy of the message."

Mr. Nong, a man in black, lowered his head and said with a tough bullet.

Obviously, what he said was very different from the superior's guess.

Isn't this obviously saying that the sir is a fool?

"The devil...give up revenge?"

"We also need to appease the new division?"

"The devil... are you coward?"

"Is this still... those Japanese who are like crazy?"

"The devils are also afraid?"

"Is his new division really so magical?"

The commander opened his mouth and seemed extremely disappointed for a moment.

The hand holding the crutch became more and more tight.

For a moment, the teeth clattered...

There seemed to be anger in the chest that wanted to gush out...

Can't stand it.

It's going to be messy.

Breaking out.

Breaking out...

The gap between them and the New Division... seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

Can this... still catch up?

Is there still a possibility of achieving the strategy of fishermen who are fighting for profit?
Chapter completed!