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Singh was frightened by Dimo's roar. He swallowed, looked up at the furious Dimo ​​with trembling eyes, and muttered in his heart: Old man, don't think of putting the blame on me.

"Sir, I have tried my best. Daxia's attitude is very tough, and they expressed strong dissatisfaction with our position.

Especially the young general Chu Yuchen who received me, he set a trap for me from the very beginning..."

Singh started to defend himself, and recounted to Dimo ​​some of the things he had done to treat him unfairly by the Daxia military. He then described how he had stubbornly refuted Daxia's unreasonable demands, and finally concluded with one sentence:

"Sir, I will follow your orders and will not go beyond them in the slightest."

"you……"

Dimo opened his mouth, pointed at Singer, and wanted to curse, but found that he couldn't find any reason.

It was indeed after receiving the unreliable call and getting his assurance of unconditional support for the White Elephant Asan that he instructed Singh to reject Daxia’s “unreasonable demands.”

But who would have thought that Daxia would be so ruthless this time, and would start fighting unless he got their approval. He was nowhere near the good guy he used to be.

There is no way to delay now, so we can only contact the unreliable as soon as possible, hoping that the Eagle Sauce will keep its word and immediately stand up to accuse Daxia of being "rude and unreasonable". And send the Eagle Sauce Navy, Army and Air Force to provide support.

Dimo weakly put down his right hand that was pointing at Singer, his eyes flickered slightly, his lips trembled twice, and he asked out of the blue: "What time is it in Daxia Capital now?"

Singh was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to look at his million-dollar watch, silently calculated the time difference, and replied: "It is now 5:35 in the morning in Daxia Capital."

"Less than two and a half hours."

Dimo raised his head and said expressionlessly: "You must return to the military building immediately and control those people below. No matter how Daxia and Babayang provoke you, you must not fire the first shot..."

"Yes."

Singh responded and quickly slipped out of the office.

As the door closed, Dimo's eyes looked particularly heavy in the dim light.

He hesitated for a moment, his finger hovering over the phone, weighing every possible consequence. Then he picked up the phone and dialed the unreliable number.

The Eagle Sauce Commander’s Mansion at this moment.

Bu Ke Pu had just finished a meeting with his staff. When he heard his secretary report that Di Mo had called, he frowned, hesitated for a moment, walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and said in a deep voice, "Hello, this is Bu Ke Pu."

"Unreliable Commander, I am Dimo. Please abide by our agreement and immediately announce to the public the aid provided by the Eagle Sauce to the White Elephant Asan Kingdom, and issue a severe condemnation to Daxia."

Dimo's voice was filled with a hint of nervousness and anticipation, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Timo, my friend."

Unreliable bit his lip, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "As a big country that keeps its word, the Eagle Sauce Country will of course be responsible for its promise."

The sadness between Dimo's brows disappeared a little, and his voice was anxious: "It's unreliable. Daxia's exercise will begin in two hours. Please summon Daxia's ambassador immediately and issue a stern warning to them."

"Dimo, I understand your anxiety and worry."

The unreliable voice turned cold: "However, there is nothing excessive in Daxia's announcement. They are just conducting exercises on their own land. We have no reason to stop them... When Daxia's shells really fall on your land, the Eagle Sauce Country will naturally fulfill its promise."

Dimo's heart sank suddenly, as if it was drowned in cold water.

There was only one thought in my mind: I was deceived by someone unreliable.

If it is unreliable, it means that the United States will not take immediate action. They need to see actual conflict.

This is like putting yourself on the fire!

Once Daxia's anger is truly vented, it will be too late for anything.

How could the insignificant soldiers and generals of our country resist the fierce and wolf-like Daxia army...

If the Americans come and pull the ladder out, what use will it be even if they just make a few mild reprimands?

Think about the stalemate in the war between bears. Eagle Sauce, as the instigator, is just talking big. The real benefit comes from his gang of younger brothers who scrape together some money to give Bear Two some alms.

"That's unreliable. You can't treat your friends like this... Toot, toot..."

Listening to the cold beeping sound from the microphone, Dimo ​​felt hopeless and leaned back in his office chair, feeling cold all over...

And the unreliability of hanging up the phone is also extremely depressing.

When he led a group of younger brothers, they had never done anything against Da Xia and had suffered enough in the Korean country. How could he now provoke Da Xia for a white elephant? If he was beaten badly again, his position as the leader would probably be lost.

There is a time to talk big.

He who knows the current affairs is a hero!

……

Time passes quietly and slowly like the morning mist on the plateau.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone on the majestic plateau, Daxia's exercise army was ready to go, like a sleeping giant awakened, showing its unparalleled strength and determination.

In the morning light, rows of armored vehicles and tanks sparkled in the sunlight.

On the airport runway, various types of fighter jets are like warriors going to war, waiting for orders to come.

Frontline headquarters.

The atmosphere, like a volcano about to erupt, was filled with tension and anticipation.

In the war room.

The huge display screen glowed brightly, with real-time exercise data and images constantly updated. The staff gathered around the display screen, nervously analyzing the data.

At this time, Lin Dingzhong, dressed in military uniform, had a serious face, solemn and steady expression, standing in the center of the operations room like a sculpture.

His eyes were like sharp eagles, fixed firmly on the huge display screen in front of him, which was densely covered with various data and images. His ears echoed with the voice of the combat staff's report, while his eyes kept looking at the time displayed on the screen, counting down silently in his heart.

Seven fifty-eight.

Lin Dingzhong was about to reach for the phone on the table and give an order when a bright red landline suddenly rang with a shrill sound, breaking the tense atmosphere in the entire command room.

Lin Dingzhong's heart skipped a beat. His attention was instantly drawn there, and his already tense nerves became even more tense.

He quickly put down the phone in his hand, walked quickly to the red landline, and grabbed the receiver with his hand.

A deep and firm male voice came from the other end of the phone, with an unquestionable tone: "Commander Lin, according to the latest instructions from godfather, the exercise plan will be immediately adjusted to plan number two." Young Master Chu's tone was decisive and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.