Female president's private killer

If these old guys are still qualified to throw face at these Chinese generals. Then, what makes people more angry is the young officers of the fierce army who follow behind them.

Most of these more than 20 Chinese officers are senior colonel or major general.

In a time of peace, such a rank might be dazzling on the shoulders of a group of young people with an average age of only 25 or 16, but it is nothing in a time of war when they have accumulated military achievements like flying.

There are many young talented generals in major countries, and they can catch dozens at will.

However, these young people, led by Huang Xiaolei and major general Zeng Xin, do not seem to know what convergence is. What's more, I don't know what is the rule and awe.

In the face of the ridicule of the Chinese generals, although they were silent, the expression of contempt, disapproval, indifference and ridicule on their face can make people angry. If anyone looks at them, they will stare at you directly, which makes you angry and want to slap you.

With the cold silence of Huang Shengtian and the fierce army generals, the voice in the conference room gradually decreased.

But the atmosphere became more and more tense.

The Chinese generals who were in trouble looked gloomy, and the radar of the leaders looked even more iron blue. The fierce army ignored these guys, making him feel like he was holding his strength and punched on the cotton. He was soft and weak. Don't mention that uncomfortable strength.

What is more hateful is a fierce army officer standing not far from him. The little major general of the army dared to stare at himself with a sneer. He stared harder and harder.

"Hum!" The radar suddenly slapped the table and stood up with a splash.

Standing opposite him, he is always fearless. If Huang Xiaolei and other Huang family go back for a short time, he is just a major who can barely even enter the headquarters.

The white electronic shadowless lamp shines brightly on the combat room. In the screen, the warship swimming away and firing is making a final kill.

The atmosphere in the war room, with the number of NATO reconnaissance ships and frigates in the left-wing theater becoming less and less, more and more dignified and more deadly.

The generals stared at the screen. Moore seemed a little absent-minded. From time to time, his eyes would leave the screen and turn to the porthole in the corner of the war room.

There, a little girl in little red leather boots sat quietly.

She tilted her head slightly, half closed her eyes, and thousands of lights came in through the porthole and shone on her white and beautiful face. The long eyelashes trembled slightly in the sun, and the thin auricles were as red as transparent.

She is so quiet, so beautiful and lovely. She sat there quietly, just like an intoxicating picture, which was out of tune with the battle room.

On the screen, the last NATO destroyer burst under the siege of Hummer fighters.

Thousands of debris flew away.

One of them flew into cherda's pupil like a burning meteor. When it turned into a strange bright spot in cherda's deep eyes, the battle was over.