Small casualties overwhelmed the Japanese troops.

"Shengzu, do you know why I don't let your Uncle Lu and the others start fighting against little Japan?!" In his headquarters, Pao Ye asked Longshengzu with a smile and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Aren't you waiting for the air force?! Gao Zhihang's air force suffered heavy losses in the last war. Didn't you say you have to wait until they are replenished before launching an attack?!"

Pao Ye squinted his eyes, lit the cigarette on his lips and took a deep breath.

"On the one hand, it's this, but on the other hand..." Mr. Pao chuckled and said, "I was just trying to see if Little Japan would run away."

"What?! Are they going to run away?! That's not the case, right?!" Long Shengzu jumped up when he heard this, and was slapped on the back of the head by Master Pao.

"What a turtle! You are so shocked by such little news, how will you lead the troops in the future?!" Long Shengzu was so scolded by Master Pao that he didn't dare to say anything.

"Little Japan is not a fool. They have lost their army and aviation. How can they fight with us?! The navy has given Chen Shaokuan a beautiful trick. It won't be able to fight for another three to five months. To put it simply, now Sugiyama

Yuan has become a turtle in a urn."

"The only way out for this old boy is to go from India to Afghanistan and find the troops they sent to the Soviet Union." Mr. Gun took a deep breath of cigarette and narrowed his eyes slightly: "These more than 100,000 troops will be thrown here.

We have collected the materials. But if we throw it away to the Soviet Union, it will be enough for me to drink a pot!"
Chapter completed!