The expression on Lao Hu's face was a bit serious. Although he tried to remain calm, Su Mu still saw the tension deep in his eyes.
Su Mu could only sigh secretly.
It would be the same if it were him, fighting a duel that he was bound to lose.
Cultivation is not about treating guests to dinner.
Some people do not have the talent for cultivation, and no matter how many methods they use, they cannot become ancient warriors.
Even though the sect usually remains invisible, those with talent for cultivation among the secular world have been screened out countless times.
Some people can reach their peak through hard training throughout their lives.
And some people are so talented that they can turn into ancient warriors while sleeping.
Lao Hu's ceiling is the peak of tomorrow.
With the blessing of the Xingtian Project, it is a great opportunity for the body to be able to compete with the ancient warriors.
Hu Jianjun was wearing a training uniform, but did not wear an epaulette. He just nodded to Su Mu and followed him silently.
When I walked to the monitoring center, Mr. Hu and Jiang Wangshu were both there.
Zhuo Buli was also there, but the expression on his face seemed very relaxed.
Han Feihu gave Mr. Hu a textbook-like military salute, said nothing, turned around and retreated with the two regiment commanders behind him.
Mr. Hu's eyes fell on Su Mu with earnest eyes:
"Go ahead."
Su Mu nodded.
Jiang Wangshu took the first step and led him and Hu Jianjun out.
Behind him are twenty of Han Feihu's most elite special forces kings.
As soon as Su Mu went out, he saw that the wall in front of him was densely covered with bullet holes, the wall was mottled, and there were even irregular weathered gaps in the wall in several places.
Above, several large traditional Chinese characters with black background on white are faintly visible. Only three warehouses, warehouses and departments can be clearly seen.
In front of the wall is a small memorial square with many withered bouquets of flowers piled together.
Jiang Wangshu took him and Hu Jianjun to the Memorial Square.
Here is the warehouse of the Magic City Branch of the World Bank Trust Department.
The surrounding area has already been under martial law. The outermost area is the police, then the troops of the region, and the innermost area is Han Feihu's Guards Regiment and Sharp Knife Regiment.
For this battle, the imperial garrison dispatched eight thousand of the most elite special forces.
In the solemn atmosphere, looking at the wall in front of him, Jiang Wangshu bowed and saluted.
Su Mu and others raised their hands to salute.
"Let's go."
The moment Lao Jiang straightened up, there seemed to be something in his body that people dared not look at directly.
Behind this wall is the world-famous battlefield of the Defense War more than a hundred years ago.
A red carpet was laid all the way to the middle of the Memorial Square, and then extended to the east and west sides.
The east entrance belongs to China, and the west entrance belongs to Japan Fusang.
Go around and enter the warehouse, and what you see is a long negotiation table.
The atmosphere in the warehouse was oppressive and silent. The special forces kings who stood three meters apart around him opened their eyes angrily, just like Fudo Myooh.
The west side of the negotiation table is already full of people.
More than 40 men of various ages.
Sitting in the middle was a young man, about thirty years old, with an indifferent face and an indescribable appearance, giving people a strange feeling.
To his left was a fat old man with gray hair and eyebrows, exuding an air of calmness and self-importance.
On the right, there is a man with an indifferent face, holding a long black sheath knife in his hand, and his narrow eyes are full of coldness.
These three people, as well as the seven men in the second row behind them, were all dressed in black Dahe clothing.
In the third row, there were more than ten people in suits, some white and some Japanese.
Su Mu's eyes fell directly on the fourth row.
This is his focus.
The sons of gods from the three major clans in the Hall of Heroes gathered together.
Feng Qingxuan, son of the White Tiger God.
Feng Wuchen, son of the Suzaku God, was accompanied by Feng Siming, who had dealt with Su Mu.
Feng Zinan, the Son of Xuanwu God, was squinting his eyes and staring at Su Mu, as if he were looking at a dead person.
Among the few people standing behind them was the unknown strong man who fought with Su Mu in Mulan Field.
Su Mu's eyes fell on the people sitting in the last row.
These people were all covered in black robes, not showing any skin.
Su Mu couldn't help but sneer secretly.
When the other party came, they drove a fleet of 100 vehicles with diplomatic license plates, and there was actually a huge logistics team of more than 500 people, waiting to serve these people at any time.
Bodyguards, assistants, servants, drivers, etc.
Just in case, the other party even brought his own water to drink.
There is also an expert team of thirty people, whose entire responsibility is to check whether everything provided by China is poisonous.
It's weird to have a villain's heart to this extent.
Of course, this is completely understandable.
What is staged music?
Su Mu has seen something more dramatic.
This small book is really too small-minded.
Is the Hongwu and Zhu family low-key enough?
But it's only when the chart is laid out for you that it's so clear.
All the food, clothing, housing and transportation are produced by oneself.
Take the most common eggs as an example.
The eggs the Zhu family eats are from the best breed of chickens they raise, and they only eat the first eggs laid by each hen.
Don't want anything else.
If an egg-eating chicken only lays such an egg, it will be considered as fulfilling its mission.
This egg has a special name, called...Jin Buhuan.
Su Mu called it nonsense.
This is the foundation.
This is called staging.
There is no need to show it off to show off.
When Jiang Wangshu led Su Mu and others in, there was a sudden commotion in the originally silent place.
"Baga."
"Dare you despise us so much?"
"It's so rude."
The Japanese in the second row behind Sato looked over angrily at the same time.
Jiang Wangshu, however, felt as if he had returned to his own home, and he just pulled out the chair and sat down without caring.
The corners of Sato's eyes immediately jumped slightly.
On the other hand, the gray-haired Minister of Defense beside him showed no expression throughout the whole process, still looking like a wooden sculpture.
After Jiang Wangshu sat down, the first thing he did was wave directly:
"Come here."
A middle-aged man walked out quickly, leaned over gently and asked:
"Please speak."
Jiang Wangshu looked around at several young women in black suits and frowned:
"What do they do?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.
Is there something wrong?
They are translators.
This is a translator who has been secretly selected and trained a year ago. I am afraid that on an occasion like today, there will be any accidents where the words do not convey the meaning.
Jiang Wangshu asked knowingly. After receiving the answer, he waved his hand impatiently:
"Let them retreat. What kind of translator do they need? They also choose young women. If you can't understand Chinese, don't listen. Who is going to indulge their bad habits? You comrade, I want to criticize you."
When Su Mu heard this, he rolled his eyes secretly.
Lao Jiang, don’t imitate me.
But this move is a beautiful one.
This is definitely Jiang Wangshu's genius.
If any one of the more than forty people on the other side is said to be proficient in Chinese, it is an understatement.
As the traditional aristocrats of Japan's Fuso family, they must learn Chinese from the beginning of their enlightenment. Their Chinese language proficiency far exceeds that of most ordinary people in China.
Can't understand?
If you don't understand, get out.
As soon as Jiang Wangshu finished speaking, the other party's face, which was already darkened, became even more gloomy.
Only the Minister of Defense was still in meditation.
And that Fujiwara, with a smile on his face, looked at Jiang Wangshu and said in a slightly weird but extremely well-spoken Chinese:
"Jiang Wangshu Jun, why are you so angry? It damages the magnanimity of this great country."
Jiang Wangshu smiled softly:
"The magnanimity of a great nation is towards its people."
As soon as these words were spoken, Sato's expression suddenly changed.
The group of people behind him were even more excited.
In other words, they are not human.
Su Mu was a little dumbfounded.
Lao Jiang, are you playing tricks?
The two countries were at war and still did not kill the envoys.