The richest man in the magic city

Despair, endless despair surged in the hearts of all soldiers in the US Army base.

The icy, piercing cold was all over the body of Colonel Felton.

Seeing the miserable battle outside the window, his eyes were dull and lost focus.

His whole person seemed to be in a state of being empty, and the slaughter in front of him made him desperate.

The world's most powerful Mi Army has no room to fight back in front of these five world fighters.

The five cosmopolitan fighters smashed all Citi fighters in a devastating manner.

The rumble of explosions one after another, one after another warehouses were attacked by energy cannons. Within the explosion range of the energy cannons, all creatures died in an instant.

No one can survive by luck!

With the indiscriminate and carpet bombing of the Huanyu fighters approaching the command room, the soldiers in the command room could no longer sit still.

A soldier said to Colonel Felton with a panic face: "Colonel! Let's run now!"

Colonel Felton's face was already covered with ashes.

He never thought that he would face such a war without suspense.

Even if you resist, you can't set off any waves of war!

Listening to the deafening explosions nearby and looking at the panic faces of the soldiers in the command room, Colonel Felton sighed heavily: "Run."

As soon as the voice fell, the soldiers who were anxiously waiting for the order swarmed out and left the command room quickly.

Only Colonel Felton stayed where he was, because he knew it would be futile to escape.

Surrounded by such powerful fighters, no one can escape.

He stared at the world fighter jets high in the sky outside the window, and then muttered to himself for a long time: "If I have this kind of fighter, it is worth death."

After being bombed by five world fighters, Citigroup’s military base in Afo was completely destroyed.

The entire base was destroyed.

Including Colonel Felton, a total of 10,000 meters of soldiers, all died in the energy cannon and laser.

As soon as this news came out, it immediately caused a huge international wave.

Just as the Afro agency army cheered, many NATO agencies that had garrisons in Afro fell into panic.

These agencies all ordered the troops stationed in Afo to withdraw immediately.

For a while, the 40,000 allied troops brought by Citigroup were all intensively preparing to withdraw from Afo.

Citi, WHITEHOUSE.

At ten o'clock in the evening, an emergency meeting was held here.

Participants included the chief minister of Citi, the Secretary of State for Military Affairs and other important ministers, as well as the Minister of Defense and representatives of the military.

At the meeting, everyone looked at the satellite monitoring picture displayed on the projector with solemn faces.

In their eyes, the world fighter jets on the screen are the projection of the devil.

Except for the endless explosion in the video, there was no other sound in the meeting room.

When the video, which lasted less than half an hour, was played, the Minister of Defense said with a heavy face: "Everyone, twenty-six minutes. In just twenty-six minutes, our military base stationed at Afo was destroyed. It’s gone, and it’s still destroyed in such a devastating way!"

In addition to the deep dignity in his eyes, there is also deep fear!

"Our army, in the face of those five fighters, has no room to fight back! A total of 10,000 soldiers were buried in the artillery fire, and none of them survived!"

The faces of the people sitting around the round conference table were very ugly.

A five-star admiral wearing a navy uniform over a sixtieth year frowned and said: "The opponent's fighter jets are too powerful. Energy cannons and laser weapons. In front of them, our missiles and fighter jets are just like toys."

After the admiral finished speaking, everyone began to sigh.

"Yes, Afo's fighter jet is terrible. Its destructive power is even far above our Ghost B2 stealth bomber."

"If the opponent's fighters were too powerful, how could our 10,000 soldiers end up so miserably."

"Such fighters are at least three generations ahead of our Ghost B2 stealth bomber, and at least five generations ahead of our other fighters!"

"This is not technology on earth at all!"

Among the people's sighs, the chief spoke, "The urgent task now is to quickly figure out how to comfort the people. We must discuss a comfort plan before the people understand this."

It has been ten years since Citi invaded Afo.

In the past ten years, nearly 20,000 soldiers died in Afo.

That is, the average annual number is more than 1,000 and less than 2,000, but despite the death toll of this level, it still pushes Citigroup to the forefront.

Countless people have frantically criticized the organization.

Especially the family members of those soldiers who died in battle have been condemned continuously.

In the past few years, the anti-war voice among the Citi people has become increasingly louder.Every time someone is killed in battle, a large number of people will march on the street to demonstrate, demanding that the organization withdraw its troops from Afo.

Now that a total of 10,000 soldiers have died at one time, it is conceivable how angry the Citi citizens will be once they learn this news!

Everyone is sitting on the chairs, you look at me, I look at you, for a while, they can't think of a good way.

The death of 10,000 people will inevitably cause a terrible storm in Citi's society, and it may even spread to the position of chief.

Just when everyone was at a loss as to how to comfort the people who learned of this, and they were likely to become extremely angry, someone asked in a puzzled way:

"However, Mr. Chief, who produced these terrible fighters? How did Afo get these terrible fighters?"

Hearing this, everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked at the chief.

The chief sighed, gave the Minister of Defense a look, and motioned him to explain to everyone.