Liu Shiba did not continue to pay attention to how Old Tang Maoyi was tortured by Zhu Qiang, and fled directly down the mountain to find Huo Da, Chen Hongzhi, Huang Zhong and others.
However, the bursts of horrific screams coming from the distant mountain tops still made Liu Shiba's hair stand on end and his anus tightened.
The entire Guam was still shrouded in thick black fog. Calculating the time, Liu Shiba knew that if he persisted for ten hours at most, the effect of the formation would disappear by the next morning.
At that time, either kill all the soldiers attacking Guam, or let them all go and spare their lives.
At the edge of the dense forest, a considerable number of Sulan soldiers were surrounding them, holding their captured weapons. If they saw any lucky soldiers who came out of the thick fog, they would reward them without any hesitation.
After walking not far, Liu Shiba saw a group of people forming two circles. In one of the circles, there were Zhang Guanglie, Huo Da and Chen Hongzhi.
There is also the proud veteran Huang Zhong who rides a tall horse and holds a thick-backed sword.
In another circle, Liu Shiba saw the former five-star admirals of the United Expeditionary Fleet, Perutz and Gordon, who refused to surrender.
Next to Gordon stood an indifferent Othello, the former adjutant of the United Fleet. This guy was a super spy sent by China to the United States.
Guam's former garrison commanders, MacArthur and Blair, stood together with Guam's new Chinese friend Zhang Baoyi, whom he called Mist Zhang, and whispered something.
In the dense forest hundreds of meters away, the gunshots and screams had stopped, and from time to time, soldiers could be heard shouting for surrender and other words.
Liu Shiba squinted his eyes and felt it, and then he knew that the group of extremely powerful man-eating rats he had released had received the message from Zheng Weida and were gathering in an open place to rest.
Judging from their bulging bellies, they must have eaten a lot of "food", which can be seen from the constant screams of terror in the dense forest.
Zhang Guanglie was the first to see Liu Shiba. He left the few people he was talking with and trotted over while twisting his fat waist.
"Captain, why did you stop? Not many people have been killed inside. If the thick fog dissipates, the brothers will inevitably have to fight hard again."
Zhang Guanglie looked at Liu Shiba and asked doubtfully.
Looking at this once extremely annoying guy, Liu Shiba couldn't help but secretly smile, reached out and patted his shoulder, and handed him a big China stick.
Liu Shiba himself also lit a Big China and took a few deep puffs. There are actually some hand-rolled trumpets in the dimensional space.
But he couldn't bear to smoke more. Liu Shiba was a nostalgic person, and he always felt in his heart that he was indebted to the deceased Lu Xiaolin. These last loudspeakers were the last thoughts Lu Xiaolin left for him before his death.
Zhang Guanglie obviously knew how important the trumpet left by Lu Xiaolin was to Liu Shiba, and he was obviously a little disappointed when he looked at the lit Great China in his hand.
Being handed over to Liu Shiba personally a large horn left by Lu Xiaolin actually represents this person's status in Liu Shiba's team.
At present, the only people who can regularly get this kind of loudspeaker are Qin Da and Huang Zhong, plus the deputy captain Zheng Weida.
Looking at Zhang Guanglie's slightly disappointed eyes, Liu Shiba seemed to understand something.
He stretched his neck and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he turned over his hands and took out five rolled loudspeakers, handed them to Zhang Guanglie quietly, and said softly:
"I don't have much here. These are the few thoughts that Xiaolin left for me. You can save yourself some time."
Zhang Guanglie held a few crumpled cigarettes in his hand complicatedly, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings. He sighed secretly: Liu Shiba's grandson is so good at being a person and thinking about people's hearts...
After thinking about it, Zhang Guanglie's face remained calm. He quietly put the cigarette into his pocket and said solemnly:
"Any instructions?"
Liu Shiba looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he lowered his voice and said:
"Are there any reliable Chinese soldiers among the pilots?"
A sharp look flashed in Zhang Guanglie's eyes, and he whispered:
"I wonder what the captain wants to do?"
"I want to send two people to quietly return to China to find a few people and bring them to me."
Liu Shiba's eyes flashed with a hint of wisdom.
"Yes! The most reliable one is me. I will do whatever you say. I will be your vicious dog!
Labor and management will bite whoever you say you want to bite, let alone find someone else... You will win whatever you do, and labor and management will go all the way to the end anyway."
Zhang Guanglie clapped his chest to express his loyalty.
Liu Shiba smiled and patted him. Although the words sounded a bit ridiculous, they did sound pleasing to the ear.
Zhang Guanglie is indeed a man who has been in the officialdom. He has been stealing fire hoses and manhole covers for a long time. He is extraordinary and has a bright mind.
"You can't go, didn't you say so on the 3rd? You are the commander-in-chief of Sulan's armed forces. Who will direct the transfer of more than 200,000 people if you go?"
Liu Shiba chuckled.
"More than 200,000 people? No way. We only have more than 80,000 people who can move now.
Among them, there were only more than thirty Chinese soldiers from Hoda's company who followed us, and the rest were all killed in the battle.
The remaining 80,000 people are all brainwashed soldiers from Blair's Guam garrison and Gordon's combined fleet..."
Zhang Guanglie blinked his little eyes and said in confusion.
Liu Shiba sighed and said:
"Did Zheng Weida just convey the domestic situation?"
Zhang Guanglie nodded and said:
"He said that the situation is very serious, but it is not impossible."
Speaking of this, Zhang Guanglie's eyes lit up and he said:
"What does the captain mean? Keep the soldiers brought by Duran? Hoard some soldiers for a big war?
Is there any transfer? Isn't it better if we just stay in Guam? There are still some supplies here, which are enough to feed more than 100,000 of us for a month.
It is not a dream to prepare the army for war and directly attack the American mainland from a long distance..."
Liu Shiba shook his head and said:
"You have good ideas, you are quite creative and strategically proactive."
After a pause, Liu Shiba then said with a sinister smile:
"Do you think that China's South China Sea Fleet has been crippled and only has one aircraft carrier left, so it has no ocean-going capabilities? There is nothing you can do about it?"
Zhang Guanglie was stunned and said:
"In addition to domestic, there are a large number of third-generation fighter jets, plus thousands of fourth-and-a-half-generation fighter jets, I really can't think of anything else that poses a threat to us?
For some fourth-and-a-half-generation fighter jets, after loading bombs, there is simply not enough fuel to fly to Guam from the Chinese mainland and back.
By the way, you are talking about the peace talks between China and the United States? The United States must still have a huge number of more than a dozen aircraft carriers. There is no doubt about this.
However, violent anti-war demonstrations also broke out in the United States at this time. Some people are too busy to take care of themselves. Wouldn't they be crazy and join forces with China to attack Guam?"
Liu Shiba listened quietly, shook his head and said:
"You are wrong! Do you think that a country's grand strategy will stop because of people's demonstrations?
As long as the United States sends out its troops, it can clean up the country until there is only one voice left in the country within a day, and the same goes for China.
In addition, do you really think that the apparent strength of each country is all national strategic deterrents? You are wrong, you are too naive...
Didn't you realize how many aircraft carriers we have sunk? We even annihilated as many ships of the European Union and the American Union.
But, have you seen that they still don’t have nuclear bombs? No, right? A place as big as Guam can be solved by detonating a nuclear bomb. Why didn’t they do that?
Because the nuclear bomb is a devil, whoever releases it will start a nuclear war first, and the destruction of the earth will be right in front of us."
Zhang Guanglie nodded in agreement and said:
"Yes, I had a ridiculous plan before to throw all the nuclear bombs I picked up into the United States and completely destroy Stella's Area 51."
Liu Shiba's expression was solemn, he shook his head lightly and said:
"No! That American Pluto Stella is a bit mysterious, did you know that?
In the air battle that day, he was actually able to destroy all forty of your fighter jets by himself."
"Ah? How is it possible..."
Zhang Guanglie's eyes widened, his face full of confusion.
"I don't believe it either, but this is my intuition and sixth sense, and it's almost the same.
You know that my practice is quite complex, and the characteristics of fortune tellers and luck masters can give me a good premonition."
Liu Shiba's eyes were shining as he explained carefully.
"What do you mean, Captain?"
Zhang Guanglie asked belatedly.
"You send brothers Li Dabao and Li Erbao of the flying team to fly fighter jets back to China quietly to find a few people.
One is called Zhao Lizhu. She is my ex-girlfriend. She loves vanity, but she has changed her mind and had children. She is a fortune-teller.
The other is Li Meijia, who is fifty-eight years old this year and is the wife of General Ning Weiguo who died.
Then he went to Fujian to find Ye Qingqing. He was Zheng Weida's fiancée and Ning Haidong could not be allowed to find her.
There is another man named Kong Zhuowu, who is the director of the Gold Exchange in Sanlitun, Kyoto. He is Lu Xiaolin’s younger brother.
Then we also find Zhao Lizhu’s husband Tang Wencan.”
Zhang Guanglie nodded and said:
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away!"
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No more for tonight. Let’s continue watching tomorrow morning.
