He really hopes to see this situation.

The wealthy group is very big.

In the past two years, the college and the Prince Group have taken away a lot of resources and positions from the wealthy group. The wealthy group has tried its best to reshuffle the cards, but even so, the wealthy group is still very big.

He is now the leader of a wealthy group.

Everyone also regarded him as the leader of a wealthy group.

But how many people would regard Li Tianlan as the future of a wealthy group?

Dongcheng Wudi himself is not very clear about this.

He Donglai was the first.

At least he was the first person to clearly express this attitude.

He looked up at the screen in front of him.

There is no more fighting on the screen.

But the confrontation between martial arts and modern heavy firepower is erupting every moment.

The overwhelming artillery fire enveloped almost everything.

The screen was filled with rising yellow sand.

The formation of the Nightmare Legion gathered together and accelerated forward.

Yellow sand and artillery fire shrouded their figures, appearing and disappearing. Almost every time they appeared, their number became smaller.

Dongcheng Wudi stared at this scene and murmured to himself: "Someone must pay the price for this... The price must be paid."

The phone rang again.

Dongcheng Wudi lowered his head and looked at the caller ID, raising his eyebrows slightly.

He never expected that he would receive a call from the Prime Minister's Office at this time.

The phone keeps ringing as I think about it.

Dongcheng Wudi raised his hand and pressed hang up.

His body was motionless and his face was expressionless.

He didn't know what Chen Fangqing wanted to tell him, and he didn't want to know.

By now, the end point of this game has already become clear.

Life and death.

There is only one result.

The screen is slowly vibrating.

The satellite screen switched for a moment.

The overwhelming artillery fire seemed to have faded away.

The next moment, a dense army of steel appeared on the screen.

One after another, main battle tanks and armored vehicles rushed out of the Tiger Armored Corps' base, without any pause, and pounced directly in the direction of the Nightmare Corps.

The torrent of steel roared forward with murderous intent.

at the same time.

Inside the Zhongzhou Air Force Command.

A major general staff officer stood in front of He Donglai, frowning and saying: "Commander, we can't contact the Wild Eagle Team at the moment. It seems that the Northern Xinjiang Military Region has unilaterally cut off our communication signals."

He Donglai suddenly raised his head, and the face of Huang Tong from the Northern Xinjiang Military Region appeared in his mind.

He cut off the communication signal, which meant that the Air Force Command could not contact the Wild Eagle Team at all.

Were you prepared?

He Donglai took a deep breath and said directly without any hesitation: "Contact Team Qingtian immediately and ask them to take off immediately and head to the desert to support the Eastern Palace."

The major general's staff member was stunned for a moment, repeated the order, and said softly: "Are you sure?"

"This is an order!"

He Donglai's voice was cold.

The Qingtian Team is Suzhou's cutting-edge fighter formation. Letting them take off from Suzhou and cross provinces into northern Xinjiang is undoubtedly more serious in nature, and the time...

"Can you make it?"

The major general said softly.

"The performance of the fighter planes of the Ambition Team is slightly inferior, and the fighter jets of the Qingtian Team are faster. If they take off now, they can enter the battlefield in about fifteen minutes. They can hold on."

He Donglai shook his head and said calmly: "Go and deliver the order."
Chapter completed!