Washington, USA.

"What?" US President Jackson overturned the table in anger: "The Chinese have flattened their city! They massacred their army! The Indians apologized and compensated them? Why didn't they amplify the killing weapon?"

"Mr. President," sighed Tom, commander of the US Special Operations Command: "Huaxia Dragon is in New Delhi!"

Jackson was silent. If the Chinese Dragon was in Washington, no, he wouldn't dare to explode even in New York!

"Chinese..." Jackson's big nostrils were round because of his thick breathing: "How is your mission?"

Tom raised his eyebrows as dark as ink: "Sir, the super soldiers have been assembled!"

"Good's cover!" Jackson smiled with satisfaction: "Our super warriors will surely shock the world!"

...

Castle William, England.

In the magnificent and dark hall, a white man in a black cloak sat on the gorgeous and noble throne.

His long dark hair was casually spread on his shoulders. He had pale skin but handsome appearance, and his every move exuded a faint sense of domineering spirit.

He tapped the handrail with his pale fingers wearing a ruby ​​ring: "Did the Indian apologize and compensate?"

"Yes, Your Highness!" another white man with the same pale skin and handsome face bowed humbly.

He had a long hair combed with a shiny braid on his back, and he wore a black tuxedo and was carrying a gentleman's cane in his hand. He looked graceful and elegant like a medieval hereditary aristocrat.

His Highness, who was sitting on the throne, habitually turned the ruby ​​ring on his finger gently: "Why?"

The tuxedo still kept bowing: "Because, the Chinese Dragon is in New Delhi."

"Oh..." An elegant smile appeared on His Highness the prince's pale face: "This is really interesting!"

The tuxedo asked respectfully: "His Royal Highness, India is a member of the Commonwealth, what should we do?"

His Highness the Prince was still gently turning the ruby ​​ring on his finger, and the tuxedo was waiting patiently...

...

Russia, Ekaterina Palace.

A tall Russian beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes sat on the beautiful lawn by the lake. Her big wavy golden curly hair set off her beautiful face like a Barbie doll. She showed her two long white legs and white legs under her skirt. Her snow-white feet were swinging in the green lake water, making people drunk.

"Her Majesty the Queen!" Ivanovic, the new commander-in-chief of the Far East Military Region, suppressed the urge to peek at her white legs and respectfully reported: "The Indians have publicly apologized to the Chinese internationally..."

Her Majesty the Queen's snow-white little feet gently teased the fish in the lake water, and replied casually: "Oh."

Seeing that Her Majesty the Queen had no political sense, Ivanovic decided to attract her attention in other ways: "Also, the person you ordered your subordinates to pay special attention is the Chinese negotiator this time."

"boom!"

Her Majesty the Queen couldn't help but use her strength, and an unlucky red carp shot out like a cannonball!

"Ah..." Her Majesty the Queen was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that her unintentional kick would have such great power.

But she didn't care about the red carp and green carp. She turned her head and stared at Ivanovic with big eyes:

"Beilong?"

"Yes!" Ivanovic sighed secretly in his heart: Her Majesty the Queen is even more lustful than Emperor Andre!

I, Russia, are going to finish...

"Tell me!" Her Majesty's big eyes flashed with "not effective": "What the hell is going on?"

...

One day later, the whole world was shocked by the Indians' public apology to the Chinese and compensate for their losses!

The countries that had joined forces to put pressure on China before were stunned: No, who made who bully it?

The major incident that was causing a lot of controversy around the world suddenly seemed to have never happened.

All countries have chosen silence tacitly, and the most silent ones are the two parties involved, China and India...

Two days later, Zheng Zhiguo, who had been promoted to Samsung General early, received the Tianwaitian delegation on behalf of the country.

Based on the principle of "one family in heaven and earth", the two sides finally achieved a result that both sides were satisfied with after a harmonious and friendly atmosphere. Specifically, Tianwaitian still maintained the lifestyle of hidden sects, and did not care about the world in normal times, but would never stand by when the country was in danger.

It’s like Erlang Zhenjun, who listens to the tune or not.

After the meeting, Zheng Zhiguo happily pulled Beilong and found a roadside barbecue stall to celebrate alone.

"Xiaolong, you don't know, I'll just have this bite!" Zheng Zhiguo said excitedly while picking skewers.

Bei Long laughed. Zheng Zhiguo always looked serious and arrogant, and he was rarely as corrupt as he was today.

He blew a bottle of beer into his mouth in one breath. Zheng Zhiguo grabbed Beilong's hand and lowered his voice: "Xiaolong, the country is very satisfied with your performance, so he plans to add a burden to you. This is also the country's trust in you..."

Bei Long couldn't help frowning slightly. He didn't want to be a member of the system. He was about to ask Zheng Zhiguo to refuse, but he heard Zheng Zhiguo continue: "The country is preparing to organize all the evolutionists in China and unify them into an independent special military branch, code-named [Dragon Scale], with division-level organization. Each military region has a Dragon Scale Division. The country plans to appoint you as the first division commander of the Dragon Scale Division in the Southwest Military Region!"

Zheng Zhiguo patted the back of Beilong's hand and said seriously: "Our Dragon Scale Division in the Southwest Military Region, you have the final say!"

Beilong silently lit a cigarette: all the evolvers of the Southwest Military Region were handed over to him, and the burden was really heavy...

But from another perspective, the trust the country and the old general Zheng have in themselves is really strong enough...

Seeing Bei Long silent, Zheng Zhiguo handed over a fragrant mutton skewer: "There is a message in "Theory of the Middle Ages - Reward and Punishment"-

"If you should reward, those who do good will lose their original expectations and doubt what they do. If you should punish, those who do evil will be underestimated and respect what they do. If you should punish, those who do evil will be underestimated and respect what they do.

"You don't have to have any psychological burden, you just rely on voluntary action, and you will never force me. And I know you are used to being free and relaxed, so you have applied for you and your superiors, and you have also approved my application.

"If you are unwilling to serve as the commander of the Dragon Scale Division of the Southwest Military Region, the country will change you to the chief instructor of the entire army!

"In short, no matter how you choose, a lieutenant general is indispensable. This is the affirmation of the country's outstanding contribution to you!"

Zheng Zhiguo said this, what else could Beilong say? At this time, the barbecue stall owner grabbed a handful of steaming roast lamb waist with both hands and brought it to him: "Please use your waists slowly!"
Chapter completed!