Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 681 Occupation
Upon learning that dozens of fighter planes were lost, Lieutenant General Rip's face turned pale. This was a loss of billions, at least on paper. Moreover, the loss of so many fighter planes in one go would also have an impact on the global layout of the Lighthouse Country. Therefore, even though he was the highest military leader of the Mold Island Country, he felt dizzy.

Although this loss will make the Pentagon and military-industrial giants celebrate, the blame is his, and he cannot get rid of it because he gave the order personally.

But who could have imagined that the opponent was so powerful? He had obviously overestimated the opponent. The problem could be solved by a dozen fighter jets, but he sent out dozens of them, both bombers and escort fighters, which were enough to fight the Transformers, but in the end they were all lost.

No matter what, this pot is too big and you might get crushed to death.

But it's not completely without a chance. As long as the matter is big enough, he may be able to get away, Lieutenant General Rip thought with a gloomy face.

If he had the idea of ​​resolving the problem as quickly as possible before, he no longer does that now. Instead, he thinks that the longer it is delayed, the better, and the greater the loss, the better. It would be best to make the battle situation tense so that the country cannot send anyone to replace him in a short time.

Although doing so would result in heavy losses and many deaths, it was the only way to demonstrate the enemy's strength. At the same time, the military-industrial giants and related factions that would gain huge benefits would give him more support and benefits.

To Moldy, war was never just a fight, but a business that could bring in huge profits, regardless of winning or losing. As one of the top military officials, he was no stranger to this business.

All this was too far away for Colonel James. When he saw dozens of fighter planes crashing, he knew that everything was over. His subordinates encouraged him to make a decision quickly with trusting and urgent eyes. In front of him was an urgently made white flag. It was quite large, and it was guaranteed to be visible from a long distance. However, it was too white, and it made his face look dark.

The mold never encourages resistance to the end, but allows surrender when necessary. After all, the top leaders are well aware of the moral character of their soldiers. It is better to expect them to put an end to the practice of picking up soap in the army than to expect them to resist to the end.

At this point everyone in the military base agreed that now was the time to surrender, so Colonel James, as the highest commander of the base, had to take the initiative to raise the white flag and stand up to surrender on behalf of the base.

Obviously this is very embarrassing and may even ruin his career. After all, there are different ways to surrender. If the surrender is not dignified enough, don't blame him for settling the score later when he returns.

The problem was that he was afraid that the other party wouldn't understand if he used other methods, because this time the enemy didn't have military communication equipment, let alone mobile phones. Apart from this ancient and simple method, he couldn't think of anything else.

In fact, he didn't believe in the resurrection of the Japanese invaders during World War II. He thought that this was just a special parade and demonstration organized by Japanese civilians, just like cosplay, but it was used for demonstration.

In this regard, he said that he had rich experience in dealing with disasters, both at home and abroad. After all, he always carried a gun when he went to the disaster area, until he knew that all 3,000 army troops were wiped out.

It is impossible not to believe it now, because three thousand molds cannot be completely wiped out by three thousand civilians. Even three thousand Self-Defense Forces cannot do it, so everything is true.

Colonel Ikeda stared at Colonel James, who looked even darker against the backdrop of the white flag. After a moment, he nodded and took the other's saber, indicating that he accepted the other's surrender. This made the dark, tall and strong James involuntarily breathe a sigh of relief.

The molds in the base were also relieved. It was not that they did not want to escape, but the situation on the battlefield changed too quickly. First, the 3,000-strong army was wiped out, cutting off their hope of escaping by land. Then, dozens of fighter planes crashed, cutting off their hope of evacuating by air. They had no choice but to surrender.

Otherwise, who would stay if they could run away?

Three thousand zombie-like Taijuns poured into the military base, bringing tremendous pressure to all the molds. Even though these Taijuns were very short in stature and looked like dwarfs to them, their brutal and cold temperament was something they had never seen before.

But soon they no longer needed to worry, because worrying was useless. After handing over their weapons, they were detained in an empty warehouse. They didn't even know how to eat and sleep, so they had no time to worry about these things. At this time, Colonel James was under the greatest pressure. First, he was worried about his future, and second, he was worried about his present.

No matter what the reason, as a colonel, he actually surrendered to the enemy with the military base. Even if he was not court-martialed, his career was over. If he was optimistic, he would be homeless in half a year for various reasons. If he was pessimistic, it was not impossible for him to commit suicide by being shot in the back with thirty 5.56mm rifle bullets.

Of course, the prerequisite is to be able to return alive, and unfortunately, he has actually heard about the style of the Japanese invaders in World War II.

Now one can only pray that this unit does not start with the word seven, and they do not have the habit of making soap. As for growing potatoes, James feels that he can do it with the blood of his ancestors.

In fact, rather than planting potatoes, he would rather the other party plant cotton so that they don't have to bend over all the time.

After entering the base, in addition to guarding the mold, Colonel Ikeda immediately directed his tireless soldiers to dig trenches, obviously preparing for a protracted war.

At the same time, a bone gate appeared in the military base. As the gate opened partly again, a heavy artillery regiment and a tank regiment also moved in with a roar.

The mold warehouse was not completely sealed, and someone saw this scene through a gap. They were stunned for a moment, then their faces turned pale, and they kept muttering about hell, Satan, the undead, etc., because everything before their eyes was too incredible.

The unknown and fear caused many molds to lose control of their emotions, and they even began to curse the military top brass because they never told them that the enemy was not human.

This made Colonel James feel a little embarrassed and uneasy, because he was now also one of the prisoners, and it would be very easy for him to die unclearly.

Fortunately, the captives also knew that they needed a leader, so even though some people looked at him with unfriendly expressions, at least their lives were temporarily safe.

"Is this the world a hundred years later? It's really different." Maori Jingyuan said with some emotion after walking out of the white bone gate.

He and Ikeda both came from the world of the late Qing Dynasty, but they were not dead, but alive. However, this did not affect their loyalty, because their master was so great that even if they were sent to the world a hundred years later, they were still full of confidence.

With your back to the underworld, how can you lose?

"What's the situation now?" After sighing, Mao Li Jingyuan walked over with his hands behind his back and asked Colonel Ikeda.

"Everything is going well. We have occupied one of the enemy's military bases, but we have not yet contacted the top leaders of both sides." Although Colonel Ikeda is in charge of military affairs, he still maintains a respectful attitude towards his old superiors, because he knows that the adult's mission cannot be accomplished by fighting alone.

"No, you did a good job. If we don't fight, how can they talk? So keep fighting until they are willing to talk." Mao Li Jingyuan did not show any mercy just because this land belonged to his hometown in another world. In his opinion, completing the adults' task is the first priority.

It’s just that Maori Jingyuan overestimated the island country’s ability to bear the consequences, and he also had some ulterior motives.

(End of this chapter)