With the gentle sea breeze blowing, the huge aircraft carrier undulated with the water waves, creating a tumbling white wave, while a group of seabirds were spreading their wings in the distance. He Zhenzhong, dressed in a lieutenant general's uniform, stood on the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back. There, it was like a monument, staring straight ahead.
Many people were already standing on the deck behind him. People from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, navy soldiers, and staff all came out. They all had serious faces and looked forward.
There, a vague outline is looming, standing in the sea, like a watchman, guarding the waters of China. Yes, that is China's eternal territory, the Diaoyu Islands.
No one can take away what belongs to China. He Zhenzhong’s fists clenched unconsciously. Perhaps, nothing can make people’s blood surge more intensely than at this moment. No matter what the military rank is or what the status is, when seeing the Diaoyu Islands, For a moment, everyone only has the motherland in their hearts. Serving the motherland, staining the battlefield with blood, and expelling the enemy are undoubtedly the primitive instincts hidden in every man's blood.
"Get up, get up, people who don't want to be slaves..."
The national anthem was played on the boat. Everyone was solemn and solemn at the moment. They put aside all the distracting thoughts in their hearts and stared at the small island. Although the island was small, it was a symbol, a symbol of the sanctity and inviolability of the Chinese territory.
Although it was occupied by the little devil, everyone believed that one day, they would get it back in person, and that day would not be far away, because their eyes fell on He Zhenzhong at the front, Huaxia God of Death, the tens of thousands of troops in the war zone are their biggest source of confidence.
Under the escort of the aircraft carrier formation headed by the Liaoning aircraft carrier, several warships flying the little devil's dog-skin plaster flag did not dare to approach and avoided it from a distance. They could only allow the cruise ship to dock in the waters near the Diaoyu Islands. Watching the fluttering The five-star red flag, listening to the Chinese national anthem was played, and every little devil had a look of deep aggrievedness on his face. Once upon a time, they had the final say in this sea area, expelling Chinese ships, and all kinds of conflicts. , the Chinese people have never dared to do anything, they only shout slogans, but now? The aircraft carrier formation is approaching, and the leader of the Death God, who among them dares to do anything?
After staying for nearly an hour, the aircraft carrier formation left and headed towards Japan again.
That's right, He Zhenzhong was responsible for leading an observation mission composed of special commissioners from all over the world to Japan to inspect the destruction of biological and chemical weapons of mass destruction. Of course, he did not choose to take a plane. It was too fast. Anyway, it would take as long as one day. , What's more, taking the aircraft carrier formation there is not a show of force. Let the little devils see that they are definitely not able to run rampant in this ocean now.
Of course, the news soon spread throughout Japan.
Regarding He Zhenzhong, I am afraid that no one in Japan today, from children as young as they are sensible to old people as old as those who are about to enter their coffins, does not know this. Under the deliberate propaganda of the Abe government, everyone knows that the main culprit has turned Japan into the miserable state it is today. It's him, the god of death.
And now, He Zhenzhong is coming, how can those little devils in Japan not react at all? Especially the only aircraft carrier battle group on the Chinese side has been brought over by that guy. This guy is just here to show off his force. .
As a result, the whole of Japan seemed to be going crazy. Countless people poured into the streets, holding up slogans protesting the expulsion of He Zhenzhong and shouting slogans to kill the God of Death. Even more people crowded near the port and protested with great power.
When he got off the aircraft carrier to the pier, He Zhenzhong was more or less shocked. The entire military port pier was filled with densely packed heads of people, and it was so dark that he had to sigh that the little devil is still very good at it, and the various banners and slogans were even more
It is like a forest, with words such as "Chinese people, go back", "Death bullies me, revenge tenfold", "I would rather be an American dog than a Chinese slave".
"Tsk, tsk." He Zhenzhong shook his head with a look of sigh on his face. Last time he came, he had to dress up in disguise. This time, he came with China's first aircraft carrier battle formation. The little devil didn't even dare to fart.
And he believes that next time when he comes, these little devils will be crying.
Many Chinese representatives had ugly expressions on their faces. They didn't understand what He Zhenzhong was lamenting. These little devils were obviously here to give them a blow.
He Zhenzhong stretched out his hand to straighten his military uniform, curled his lips, and said loudly: "Look, look, who said that our country is the only one that can shout slogans? These little devils are not bad at all. They have always been my followers in China. They have learned well.
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"General He, aren't you afraid of offending these Japanese people when you say these things?" A Japanese escort who couldn't stand He Zhenzhong said coldly.
"Really?" He Zhenzhong smiled slightly, "If your Self-Defense Force fails and wilts, the brave Chinese soldiers behind me would not mind helping you to let those guys extinguish the fire."
"You..." The guy clenched his fists instantly. Although he wanted to say harsh words, he really couldn't muster the courage in front of He Zhenzhong. He had no doubt that if those Japanese dared to attack the mission, they would
This damn Chinese must have dared to order it, because he is the God of Death.
The United Nations observer team also disembarked, standing behind He Zhenzhong, pointing at the little Japs who kept protesting. These excited guys made them very worried, because they saw on the faces of those guys that they looked very similar to those during World War II.
The color of madness.
However, with the God of Death around, these little devils will probably have a hard time. They have no doubt that He Zhenzhong, as a Chinese, will never let Japan be like what it was during World War II.
Deng Deng Deng.
Some little Japanese reporters crowded over and looked at He Zhenzhong and others with complex expressions, and their eyes were filled with sadness and aggrievedness. These people were not here for a friendly visit, but to humiliate Japan.
call.
A female reporter who looked a bit like Teacher Cang took a deep breath, stood up, handed the microphone to He Zhenzhong, and said harshly: "General He, your Japanese is very good, it seems
Do you admire our Japanese culture?"
The scene became quiet, and many people looked at He Zhenzhong, wanting to know how he would answer.