Four hundred and ninetieth chapters ravaged self-esteem
"Long Xiaoyun, Long Xiaoyun, what are you thinking about?"
Seeing He Zhenzhong's hand shaking in front of his face, Long Xiaoyun finally came back to his senses, a hint of shyness flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, "No, it's nothing. Baidu search"
"How many people are there in your reinforcement group now?"
Taking a deep breath, Long Xiaoyun regained his composure and calmness, "There are seven main battalions in total. Due to transportation restrictions, the regiment, medical, and logistics support have all been eliminated. The total number is 3,000 people."
"Three thousand people, divided into two regiments, so that it is easier to command."
"Hmm." Long Xiaoyun's eyes were a little dodgey. They were originally two people working together, and this opportunity to practice was really rare, so the military region took advantage of it.
"Next, I will assign combat tasks to you, but you will arrange and direct the specific operations yourself." He Zhenzhong said, looking at Long Xiaoyun, "I will not dispatch my people to rescue you unless it is absolutely necessary.
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Long Xiaoyun gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay."
"Let me remind you, there are only enemies and your own people on the battlefield. You must not show any kindness to women, otherwise..."
"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person." Long Xiaoyun clenched his fists.
"That's good."
Boom, boom, boom.
"Come in."
Zeng Fan walked in quickly and said, "God of Death, I have chosen a place that is very suitable for building a monument to heroes and a cemetery for martyrs."
"where?"
"Jakarta Independence Square. To the north of the square is their presidential palace, to the northeast is Indonesia's largest Istiklal Grand Mosque, on the west street are their Ministry of National Defense compound and the Central Museum, and to the east is the train station. And in
In the southeast corner of the square, there is a group of sculptures of horse-drawn chariots based on the plot of the epic Mahabharata, and there is also a musical fountain, which I think is very good and very suitable."
Long Xiaoyun was a little bit speechless, why are these guys so bad? Independence Square is an iconic place in Indonesia, and its status is similar to that of ** Square in China. These guys are not afraid of completely pissing off those Indonesians.
?
He Zhenzhong pondered for a while, nodded and said: "Long Xiaoyun, bring a group with you, carry explosives, follow me."
Does this guy really want to clear the place? Long Xiaoyun muttered in her heart, I can't accept it. She responded and walked out quickly.
after an hour.
"President, the Chinese troops are coming straight towards this direction, fully armed."
What? The senior Indonesian officials who were in the meeting were stunned for a moment, and then there was a look of fear in their eyes. Those guys wouldn't want to go back on their word and kill them. Now, there are only Chinese troops in Jakarta, and the bases on all sides are surrounded.
Occupied, they have no way to escape.
Huh, after taking a deep breath, the Indonesian president stood up and said, "Let's go over and have a look."
A group of people quickly stood up and followed out in fear.
Outside, the entire Independence Square has been occupied by a regiment of Long Xiaoyun, and martial law has been declared. He Zhenzhong, Situ Lingfeng, Yan Longhui, Zeng Fan, and Long Xiaoyun were standing in the square, looking around.
"Yes, it is indeed spacious enough."
"Moreover, the location is also good, suitable for burying martyrs who died."
Several people are very satisfied with this place.
"General Death."
Hearing the voice, He Zhenzhong turned his head and waved his hand, and the soldiers reassured the Indonesian president and others.
"What are you doing?" the Indonesian president asked cautiously.
“For the Indonesian people and for the peace here, our soldiers have sacrificed a lot, even including their young lives.” He Zhenzhong sighed, “So, we plan to build a heroic monument here to commemorate these sacrifices for the Indonesian people.
The fallen heroes. In addition, blow up all the buildings in the back and build a Hall of Heroes to place the memorial tablets."
What? The President of Indonesia only felt his eyes darken and almost fainted. Why build the Monument to Heroes and the Hall of Heroes here? This is their Independence Square, the symbol of Indonesia. The most important thing is that these guys are invaders in the first place.
Now they want to set up a cemetery here so brazenly, it's too bullying.
The Indonesians behind also clenched their fists and looked livid.
"Why, Mr. President doesn't seem to be happy?" He Zhenzhong glanced at the Indonesian President and said calmly: "Our soldiers sacrificed their lives for you, are you not even willing to build a cemetery?"
What? You want them to build for these invaders? The Indonesian president felt a rush of blood, then he opened his mouth, and with a pop, a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
"It seems that the president really disagrees." He Zhenzhong sighed, "Then let's change places."
The Indonesian president was relieved, as long as the place was changed.
"I think the location of that church is not bad, otherwise we should blow it up." He Zhenzhong smiled slightly.
Suddenly, everyone's expressions changed again. They all believed in the Lord. If even the church was bombed, it would be really over. This is absolutely impossible.
"No." The Indonesian president quickly spoke.
He Zhenzhong had a straight face and said coldly: "Mr. President, this won't work, that won't work, what do you want? The remains of our soldiers are still stored in ice coffins. After a long time, I can't guarantee that the soldiers under my command will
If you feel resentful, you will do something outrageous."
Hearing this, a group of senior Indonesian officials suddenly shuddered and glanced around. Then they remembered that today is different from the past. Now, they are all fish on the cutting board and can only be slaughtered by others.
I felt so depressed that everyone wanted to vomit blood.
"Okay, right here." The Indonesian president squeezed out a few words through his teeth.
"That's right." He Zhenzhong smiled, turned around, and nodded towards Long Xiaoyun.
"superior."
Shao Bing, Leng Feng and others carried a large number of bombs and ran towards the buildings near the square for security.
A few minutes later.
Boom, boom, boom.
There were explosions one after another, and a beautiful building collapsed.
puff.
Seeing this scene in front of him, another senior Indonesian official vomited a large mouthful of blood in frustration.
Many Indonesians who saw the situation cried and clenched their fists, but there was nothing they could do. Facing the murderous and cold guns, they had no choice.
Boom boom.
One by one, beautiful buildings collapsed and turned into ruins, with smoke and dust rising into the sky.
At this moment, all Indonesians felt that their self-esteem was severely trampled to pieces by those Chinese people. Their Independence Square was demolished and a cemetery was to be built. Doesn't this also represent their independence?
Was he buried again?
"Aren't you afraid of arousing the hatred and dissatisfaction of these Indonesians? Isn't this not conducive to our control?"
Hearing Yan Longhui's voice, He Zhenzhong didn't say anything, but just looked at him. After a while, he turned around and looked at him.