The four war kings of Wanlong Palace also imitated the four guardians of Mingjiao in martial arts novels and gave themselves four fancy names with strong martial arts flavor, namely, Blue Eyed Wolf King, White Tiger King, Black Faced Leopard King and Golden Retriever.
Lion King.
Among them, the Blue-Eyed Wolf King and the White-Clothed Tiger King are both of Chinese descent. The Green-Eyed Wolf King is naturally Chen Zhonglei who is in Syria, and the White-Clothed Tiger King is the young man with outstanding strength beside him.
As for the black-faced leopard king and the golden-haired lion king, they are black African Americans and white blond Americans respectively.
At this moment, the black-faced leopard king is in Yemen, and the golden-haired lion king is in Palestine.
When Wan Pojun saw Chen Zhonglei calling him, he immediately said with a smile: "It seems that our Blue Eyed Wolf King will send me the latest news of success again today! Since he entered Syria, he has been devastating and powerful.
At present, the war situation in Syria has advanced more than half, and the remaining opposition groups have become insignificant. I hope that in the next few days, I can work hard and eliminate them completely!"
Having said that, he was in a good mood and immediately took the phone from the Tiger King in White and said with a smile: "Zhonglei, how many victories did you win today?"
Chen Zhonglei, who was on the other end of the phone, said in a very ashamed tone: "Master of the Palace! Today, Lu Zhanjun's troops encountered unprecedented resistance in the offensive against Hamid's armed forces. Lu Zhanjun died in the battle, and Wanlong Palace suffered a total loss of 1,530.
Four elites! This is due to poor command, please be punished by the Lord of the Palace!"
Wan Pojun's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.
He asked coldly: "What did you say? Lu Zhanjun died? More than 1,500 soldiers were lost?! Are you kidding me?"
"Palace Master, this... is not a joke..." Chen Zhonglei said in great pain: "According to what I learned, they used the normal method of infantry and artillery coordination to attack an opposition base this time, but they did not expect that the other party built it.
With the powerful permanently prepared fortifications, the shelling did not cause any substantial blow to the opponent. Then the opponent relied on the permanently prepared fortifications to cause heavy setbacks to our side during our attack..."
Wan Pojun asked sharply: "Then how did Lu Zhanjun die? Was he, a five-star general, also shot and killed by the enemy while hiding behind the fortifications? As our supreme commander in this war, could it be that he also personally charged into battle?
?!"
Chen Zhonglei sighed and explained: "Palace Master, after the frontal attack failed, Lu Zhanjun led a thousand soldiers to make a detour from the enemy's flank. But what he didn't expect was that the opponent also built a large number of hidden fortifications on the flank. They mistakenly entered the enemy's territory.
The enemy surrounded the area with firepower and was unilaterally massacred by the opponent, and Lu Zhanjun was unable to escape..."
Speaking of this, Chen Zhonglei continued with grief and indignation: "The scouts on the Syrian side took pictures of the enemy cleaning the battlefield. Our brothers died miserably. Everyone was shot more than a dozen times, and these bastards
It is so inhumane. When cleaning the battlefield, not only were all the weapons and ammunition of our soldiers taken away, but their pants and boots were also stripped off. They are really worse than animals!"
When Wan Pojun heard this, he grabbed his wine glass and threw it on the ground. He immediately stood up and cursed angrily: "What a shame! What a shame!"
"You are all the elites among the elites carefully cultivated by our Wanlong Palace. Lu Zhanjun is even a top five-star general. How could you be beaten like this by a junk army in Syria? Fifteen hundred elites died in the battle.
, even a five-star general died, which has never happened in the history of Wanlong Palace! Even on the most tragic battlefield, we have never lost a five-star general!"
At this point, Wan Pojun was so angry that his veins popped out. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you worthy of the reputation Wanlong Palace has gained over so many years of hard work in the global mercenary field?!"
Chen Zhonglei said with shame: "Palace Master! This time it was my improper command. I am willing to accept all punishments. Even if you dismiss me on the spot, I will have no complaints..."
At this point, he changed the topic and begged: "It's just the Palace Master... I beg you to give me another chance, give me a chance to avenge my brothers with my own hands! Give me three days, within three days, I will
We must capture Hamid’s base and use Hamid’s head to pay homage to our dead brother!”
This chapter has been completed!