"Take him as a prisoner, take him away, and tell others, don't forget military discipline. It's more convenient to read on mobile phone. hehe66." He Zhenzhong reminded, he didn't want the troops to lose their minds because of some women.
"yes."
"You are a murderer and a murderer, you are capable of killing us."
"You're still pretending to be a good person, huh."
Zheng Meixiang and several other women shouted, and each of them stared at He Zhenzhong with hateful eyes.
He Zhenzhong turned around, looked at them, and said lightly: "I never said I was a good person."
"Walk."
"go out."
Several Chinese soldiers escorted a few women toward the outside.
"Look at how many innocent people you have killed in the war you started? Don't the lives of you Chinese soldiers count? Don't you know how sad the families who have lost their men are?"
The sound came from outside, and He Zhenzhong's body trembled slightly unnoticeably, and his face changed. Looking at the Chinese soldiers who were on guard outside the window, he couldn't help clenching his fists. At this moment, he suddenly thought of
General Gao Shiwei thought of the Chinese soldiers who died in the war. From Indonesia, to Vietnam, to South Korea, and now North Korea, nearly 70,000 Chinese soldiers have left forever. In other words, 70,000 families have lost their lives.
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"Could it be?" At this moment, He Zhenzhong, who was so murderous, was a little confused.
"General." Before He Zhenzhong could finish his words, the colonel behind him spoke, "There are no undead people in war, and besides, we are happy when we die."
"Really?" He Zhenzhong turned around and looked at him.
"Chief, you should take a look at the current situation in the country." The colonel smiled softly.
Oh? He Zhenzhong raised his eyebrows.
"Chief, wait a minute." The colonel ran out and quickly came back, bringing back a communications soldier with a laptop in his hand.
Snap, snap, snap.
With the tapping of the keyboard, through the satellite signal, pictures flashed up.
These are pictures of various cities in China.
Countless young people wearing shirts with national flag patterns crowded on the street, with excited faces and shouting. There were even children of several years old holding small national flags in their little lotus-shaped hands. On both sides of the street,
Bright red national flags were flying outside the windows and balconies of many houses.
He Zhenzhong's heart trembled slightly and he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although it was just a picture,