"War" With the orders of the leaders of both sides, the two sides fought together with horse sabers and stings. The two sides were evenly matched, and the fight was difficult to resolve.

At this moment, Xie Wendong and Vladimir were in the black belt stronghold fifty kilometers away from Lake Baikal. They held a cigarette in their left hand and a cup of red wine in their right hand, and crossed their legs and looked at the screen leisurely. If they could do their own business, Xie Wendong would do it himself. But if it was someone else's business, there was no need to take risks.

Technology is very developed nowadays. You only need a computer, a camera, a projector, and a wireless network cable to remotely control the battle thousands of miles away.

Although this way of watching the screen remote control commands on-site combat is not as intuitive and tragic as participating in the battle on the spot, it can still make people excited.

In this battle, the Black Belt sent out eight hundred people, while the Ghost Tiger Gang sent out thousands of people. Because they recruited many soldiers and mercenaries from combat countries or regions, in just a few months, the Ghost Tiger Gang's strength increased greatly. One thousand newcomers actually competed with the 800-time gangsters in the Black Belt and were evenly matched.

In the first ten minutes, Vladimir was still calm. As time went by, he could not see any shadow of victory. He became more and more nervous. Finally, he couldn't help it. Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask, Xie Wendong smiled at him: "Will you play Chinese chess?"

Vladimir was stunned and said anxiously: "Brother Xie, when is it now? How can I be in the mood to play chess?"

"What are you worried about the war in Lake Baikal?" Xie Wendong asked with a smile.

The Russian is more straightforward and does not make a flip. He said bluntly: "I am worried that we will lose. I am trying to protect Mr. Xie to Your Excellency Victor. If Mr. Xie loses, I really can't explain it."

Xie Wendong was not angry when he knew that the Russians had such a personality. He called Zhang Yanjiang to the opposite side to play chess with him: "Yanjiang, come on."

Zhang Yanjiang took a pair of chess from the nearby table and put it in front of Xie Wendong: "Brother Dong, do you want red chess or black chess." "Black, we are now black belts." "Then I will be red." Zhang Yanjiang laughed and began to place the flags.

Dong Xinlei next to him patted Vladimir on the shoulder and comforted him: "Mr. Vladimir, do you want to know why Dong Ge rarely defeats wars?"

Vladimir turned his head and looked at him with confusion: "What advice does Mr. Dong have?"

"I dare not give advice, just give me some advice." Dong Xinlei pointed to the seat below: "Please sit." Vladimir looked at it and sat down: "Isn't Mr. Xie very smart?"

"This is just one reason," Dong Xinlei also did it: "There is another important reason."

"What's the reason"

"Brother Dong believes in his brothers. If he is the eldest brother, if he doesn't even have confidence in himself or his brothers. If he really encounters a strong enemy, the first thing he thinks of is losing. With such a team, how can he talk about fighting or winning a battle?"

Vladimir didn't really understand it at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he finally understood it. Could it be that this is Xie Wendong's invincible magic weapon that can win a battle with confidence alone? Obviously, it is not that simple.

However, after Dong Xinlei said this, Vladimir couldn't express his true thoughts. In fact, as the second leader of the Black Belt, he shouldn't be so irritable. However, this was a battle led directly by Xie Wendong. He once boasted about the high-level Victor and the Battle Axe, and Xie Wendong would definitely be able to reverse the current situation. If Xie Wendong was defeated, his face would be lost. Care will be chaotic. The more Vladimir cared about the winning or losing of the battle, the more nervous he would be.

Russians are like ZG people, and they are also very good at face. They would rather die in battle than be looked down upon and lose their face.

"Lao Lei, how is the war on Lake Baikal going well?" Xie Wendong and Zhang Yanjiang played chess without raising their heads.

Dong Xinlei looked up and said, "The Black Belt is about to lose." "Ah" Vladimir stared at the big screen carefully, unable to believe his eyes. He hadn't stared for a minute, and the situation of the battle changed drastically. "Mr. Xie...this..."

Xie Wendong ignored him and said to Dong Xinlei: "Old Lei, it's time to use our trump card."

"Killer Arms" Vladimir said in a voice: "Where does the killer Arms come from?"

Dong Xinlei took out his cell phone and smiled: "You will know soon."

Less than two minutes after the call, a group of about 200 people appeared on the ice of Lake Baikal. Like the black belt personnel who were fighting, these people were wearing black belt clothes, holding horse sabers and military stings. The only difference was that there was an extra pair of ice skates under their feet.

This army was extremely fast and reached the rear of the Ghost Tiger Gang's camp in a blink of an eye. The Ghost Tiger Gang's gang felt the situation and immediately pulled out some of their hands to fight. However, their feet were smooth ice surfaces and they were extremely inconvenient to move. And these people wearing ice skates were slid freely on the ice surface like lightning. As soon as they fought, the Ghost Tiger Gang was chopped down in a row. Russian men were very strong, and they were all desperate when they fought, and the battle became more and more bloody.

When the Black Belt troops, who were still defeated, saw this, the army was immediately excited and their emotions were rising. Instead, they fought against the Ghost Tiger Gang gangs who were approaching step by step. The Ghost Tiger Gang gangs could no longer withstand the situation when they attacked each other, and the camp became chaotic for a while.

Seeing that the situation on the battlefield had reversed, Vladimir could not believe his eyes, and his mouth widened and his chin almost fell to the ground.

After a while, he came to his senses: "Mr. Xie, Mr. Dong, where are these people from?"

"Old Lei, come and tell him." Xie Wendong was concentrating on playing his own chess and had no time to return him.

Dong Xinlei nodded and turned to Vladimir and said, "The Black Belt gave us eight hundred people. We picked out two hundred skating people from it, and only six hundred people were used to deal with the Tiger Gang. So, the people in the Black Belt would be beaten so badly at the beginning."
Chapter completed!