Suddenly, a strong man with scars on his cheeks and a buzz head, almost two meters tall, squeezed into the crowd with a serious face and asked Mike.

Mike shook his head and started communicating with the strong man.

At this time, six of the remaining fourteen people took out ten crystal cores and handed them to Jiang Zhe.

Only eight people were left without the crystal core.

Three people from the Great Cold Ming Kingdom and five people from the Lighthouse Kingdom.

The people around them understood what happened through conversations, and they looked up and down curiously at Jiang Zhe, the still tightly wrapped Daxia man.

Being surrounded by people like monkeys.

Jiang Zhe became a little impatient and vomited a puff of cigarette, just as he was about to take action.

suddenly.

The strong man who had just arrived stopped him.

Jiang Zhe's pupils shrank and he looked at each other calmly. This guy is definitely an extraordinary person who majored in the third-level physical system.

"Ginger, this is the head of our Lighthouse Country base, Colonel Harry."

Seeing this, Mike, who was standing by, quickly introduced it to both parties with a translator.

Colonel Harry took Mike's translator and asked, "Ginger, what are you going to do if they can't do what you ask?"

"It's very simple. Without ten crystal cores, I will send them back to the battlefield just now." Jiang Zhe's eyes swept over the eight people.

“no!”

“no!”

The remaining eight people shook their heads and shouted.

Colonel Harry frowned: "Can you use other supplies to replace them? For example, food or arms?"

"arms?"

Jiang Zhe thought for a while: "Yes, eight people have twenty-four crystal cores, give me one million rounds of 30 and 14.7 caliber bullets each.

Ten thousand heavy anti-tank mines.

Two armed helicopters.

Four sets of fully automatic naval gun systems with 30mm caliber.

Two complete bullet production lines,

Well, Major Harry, I don’t ask for much, that’s all.”

Major Harry widened his eyes and shook his head: "Impossible."

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a team of hundreds of people squeezed into the crowd, with a uniform off-white combat uniform.

Other extraordinary people around him made way.

As he approached, Jiang Zhe saw that the group of people had a paper clip logo the size of a coin embroidered on their right arms of the combat uniform.

The costumes are obviously different from Major Harry.

A strong man with a figure that is not inferior to Major Harry walked in front, smiling at the blonde Ruth with a cigar in his mouth.

Ruth turned her head in disgust.

"Brown, there's nothing you have to do here!" Major Harry frowned and hummed.

The strong man looked at Jiang Zhe, "Daxia people, I heard that you can command a group of giant wolves?"

It is actually a not very standard Daxia language.

As he spoke, cruel and ruthless eyes kept flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Zhe slowly put the translator beside his ear.
Chapter completed!