This was definitely a proposition. Lu Feizhang couldn't say much due to discipline, so he had to wink at He Shijie from the side.
Hearing what the reporter said, He Shijie sneered and then asked the reporters around him,
"Mr. reporters, madam, which country are you from?"
Yelena was the first to answer,
"American krc radio station"
"Führer Zeitung Berlin"
"Headlines from Rome, Italy"
"The Times"
In the end, the reporter who asked the question revealed his identity. He Shijie did not ask any more questions, but spoke openly,
"There is no problem in protecting the interests of businessmen. Mr. reporters, madam, I would like to ask, which country of yours is willing to give concessions to others? Which country allows foreign businessmen to organize militias in your country to protect their own interests? Are there any? Also.
, which of your countries can tolerate these so-called militiamen who prevent their own country’s army from defending the country? Even a bandit like me understands why they are traveling all over the world.”
Hearing this, Lu Feizhang turned around and left the armored vehicle. He felt that he could no longer face such a situation.
As a tried and tested man, he also had things he wanted to say, but he couldn't say them at all.
"Remember, you are here to be trained. In the future...so talk less and learn more."
Although he has now become convinced of Zhang Sixing's fighting skills, he can still not disobey Guo Liangjun's instructions to him.
"Okay, everyone, don't stay here. The big scene is at the Garbage Bridge. Go quickly."
Just as the reporters were jogging to the Junk Bridge, the people on the news airship, who had also been observing the battlefield, were already reporting on the latest news.
"I really didn't expect that the guards of the Four Thousand Warehouse would use such a whimsical way to evacuate the battlefield."
"They seemed to have charged against the soldiers of the merchant group from all over the world who were protecting the concession. Oh my god... it was a one-sided massacre."
Seeing the reporters' reactions, Yelena took her microphone and continued broadcasting,
"I saw someone just used the words in the newspaper to remind the defenders of the Sixing Warehouse that the merchant group of all nations actually wanted to blow up the garbage bridge to prevent the defenders of the Sixing Warehouse from retreating to the concession. I can't help but want to ask, what prompted the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau
Making such a decision, is it the annihilation of humanity or the distortion of morality..."
As he was talking, someone suddenly exclaimed,
"Look, that's the last person in Sihang Warehouse. Is he going to fly across the Suzhou River with a kite?"
As the reporters exclaimed, Yelena turned her head and looked towards the Sihang Warehouse, where a thrilling scene was displayed.
It was a big delta wing, and Zhang Sixing, who was carrying the delta wing on his back, was running towards the end of the Sixing Warehouse building with long strides. This made reporters from various countries on the airship who had never seen a delta wing extremely surprised.
"Oh my god, he is running, but at that speed, I don't believe he can fly. After all, it is not a kite."
"That delta wing should have been prepared a long time ago. Look, that's their national flag."
For a moment, Yelena's heart even tightened, and she even forgot that this was live broadcast news.
Just at this moment, the soldiers on the other side of the Suzhou River suddenly started to sing a song together. Listening to the melody, it should be the song "The Spirit of the Chinese Army" that has been requested the most on the radio these days.
"If the motherland is invaded, a hot-blooded man should strengthen himself. Drink up this bowl of hometown wine, and the strong man will never return."
Watching the slow movement of the triangle wing, Yelena grabbed the clothes on her chest with her hands. Her blue eyes looked at the moving triangle wing, and her white teeth couldn't help biting her red lips.
Zhang Sixing, who controls the delta wing, certainly doesn't have this problem, because the larger the delta wing, the easier it is to take off. Of course, takeoff speed is also important, so there are several rockets fixed on his delta wing.
As he ran, the delta wing gained greater lift. His feet left the ground, but then there was a sudden pause and he fell back to the top of the building.
But at this moment, the rocket fixed on the delta wing suddenly started to spray, which gave him only time to tap a few steps on the top floor with his toes, and then he flew completely.
And that meal just now was just a trap he dug for the devils in the building.
In the four-row warehouse, there are some bags fixed on the roof and ceiling of each floor.
With Zhang Sixing's meal, all the thin threads that tied the mouth of the bag were pulled away.
The open bag began to sprinkle dry flour downwards.
Snow-white, dry, extremely finely ground flour filled the interior of the Sihang Warehouse with corpses everywhere with a white "mist".
Because of their strange behavior, the Japanese soldiers who entered the building looked at those deliberately made and specially hung flour bags one by one without knowing why.
The flour falling from the bag did not fall all at once, but fell from the bag in wisps like sand and spread out. The white "mist" instantly filled the entire space.
At this time, the Japanese soldiers who had escaped with their lives on the battlefield had lost their spirits. They sat down somewhere they could sit and lean on, and took out cigarettes, trying to relieve the tension on the battlefield.
In the distance, the inspired soldiers launched a desperate charge in the Sea of Japan, and the officers of the Army Joint Command also slowed down. They took out their binoculars one by one and looked at the delta wing flying leisurely in the sky.
"Is that that guy, the principal of the German sniper school?"
With the telescope following the delta wing made of the national flag, Shigeto Oaki asked the Japanese Marine Corps Chief of Staff next to him.
The latter had seen Zhang Sixing, and his telescope was also chasing the figure flying in the sky.
"That guy should be shot down. He deceived us so badly."
The telescope was slightly away from his eyes. While Shigeto Oaki nodded, he glanced at the Chief of Staff of the Marine Corps. The resentment could almost be smelled from a distance.
"Fight, we should knock that guy down."
He responded softly and ordered to his adjutant,
"Order the snipers of the Dongchuan Army..."
Just then, a "white man" ran out of Sihang Warehouse, shouting as he ran,
"General, general, warehouse... inside the warehouse..."
Looking at the running officer with confusion, Shigeto Oaki stopped what he was saying, wondering where the guy in front of him had gone and why he was covered in white.
"General, there is so much flour flying everywhere in the Sihang Warehouse right now, it's like fog and you can't see anyone even a few meters away."
"It's so dense, what on earth is that bastard going to do..."
At this time, Zhang Sixing, who was lowering the control towards the south bank of the Suzhou River, let go of one hand and rubbed his arm on the triangular pole of the control, revealing the large luminous dial.
"It's almost here, ten, nine, eight..."
As the countdown was completed, several grenades suddenly exploded in the misty flour.
"Boom boom..."
Following these small explosions that could be heard outside, it seemed as if an evil dragon was enraged in the entire Sihang Warehouse.
There was a sudden explosion in the entire Sihang Warehouse, and then all kinds of munitions that had been piled at the south window flew toward the south together with a large number of helmet mines.
Zhang Sixing, who was landing, had a faint smile on his face,