while the meeting is in progress.
The Western Union diplomat raised his hand and asked, "Then may I ask, Diplomat Zhu, what do you think of the global landscape after the war, no matter which side wins."
Zhu Wentao smiled lightly: "It depends on how Bei Ai does it. If Bei Ai insists on fighting to the end, our Asian alliance will definitely increase its military strength and will surely conquer it. By then, both sides will be hurt and the global human civilization will develop. , will enter a period of stagnation, or reverse failure."
"Diplomat Zhu, what if Bei Ai wins the war? Although we all believe that the Asian Union can win, we are afraid of the eventuality."
As the Western Union diplomat spoke, he glanced at Hall secretly.
Talking openly about the defeat of Bei Ai is tantamount to slapping Hall madly in front of him.
Sure enough, Hall clenched his back teeth, and the temples on his forehead kept beating.
"Bei Ai wins?" Zhu Wentao said with a light smile: "Everyone thinks that, like Bei Ai's situation, once it defeats the Asian Alliance, who in the world will be able to suppress it, and who will be able to sanction Bei Ai? Reign of Terror?"
The diplomats looked at each other, all silent.
Suddenly, Holteng stood up: "Then if I say that we, Bei Ai, did not use the Reign of Terror, will the Asian Alliance be bound to conquer us, kill us, and pacify us?"
Hall stared closely at Zhu Wentao.
He just said a word, and he has already said it at great risk.
It seems like a hypothetical, but it is actually Hall's last resort.
Because the commander-in-chief Max had already spoken back just now, let him further test the war attitude of the sub-alliance.
Because the banner of expedition launched by the Asian Union is the Reign of Terror in Bei Ai, if there is no Reign of Terror in Bei Ai, or if the Reign of Terror is now abolished, is there a possibility of a truce?
"No Reign of Terror?" Zhu Wentao smiled and looked at Hall, his sharp eyes implying inquiries: "Then the information we have investigated is false? Are all your actions in the eyes of the world false?"
Hall felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, he suddenly slammed his head into the big pillar beside him, his head was bleeding, and he looked at Zhu Wentao with blood on his face.
"I just want an assumption." Hall smiled bitterly, without wiping the blood on his cheeks: "What if we didn't have a reign of terror in Beiai?"
Zhu Wentao squinted in silence, and the diplomats of the alliances around him held their breaths. The scene was a little calm because of Hall's unexpected actions.
"Without the reign of terror."
"Then maybe."
"Our Lu Shenhui is willing to meet with your commander Max."
Zhu Wentao said one sentence at a time with a smile, every word was loud and clear.
God Lu?
Lu Shen, who symbolizes the highest force of the Asian Union and the beacon of soldiers?
The diplomats of the alliances were a little excited. They all wanted to win the opportunity to meet with Lu Shen for their respective forces, so they all turned to Zhu Wentao.
Zhu Wentao waved his hand to signal them to be quiet, and set his eyes on Hall.
At this moment, Hall was overjoyed, and his body trembled slightly!
He knew that once he could communicate with the sub-alliance Lushen, there was a real possibility that this war would not go to the point of life and death, and there would be other ways out!
"Of course, the key point is to look at you." Zhu Wentao said with a smile: "The premise is that you can really prove your innocence and prove that it is the fault of the tens of thousands of intelligence commissioners in our Asian Union, and it is the misreporting of countless war reporters around the world."
The diplomats looked at each other in dismay. Although they were all melon eaters, how could they not understand the situation on the field?
Shouldn't the two of them be the representatives of the hostile camp?
How can it seem like a stubborn child who has made mistakes and an old mother who patiently guides?
Hall didn't care what other people thought, anyway, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After the meeting was halfway through, Hall went to the grocery room and dialed Max's personal communicator among the waste cartons.
As soon as it was connected, there was a dense roar of artillery fire from the other end, and then a hurried voice from Max: "The front line division is pressing up, and the electromagnetic pulse is ready to launch... It's Hall, how's it going!?"
Hall responded quickly, with a very low voice: "Commander, the Asian Union has just stated its position. We can meet with their Lushen first, on the condition that we first deal with the previous matter about the reign of terror."
"Reign of Terror? What Reign of Terror?" Max responded: "That's what Ryan, Alice and Quinn did before. Damn, who is the commander of the third division! Will it advance the defense!"
The war was still in full swing there, and Hall waited with bated breath.
Finally, Max spoke again, his voice a little tired: "Hall, how did the Asian Union express its attitude? Is it grand or subtle?"
"It's more subtle, at least I don't see other diplomats coming out."
"Is that so? It seems that the Asian Alliance is not too reassured about other alliances. Okay, your task is completed, it's hard work, I'll treat you to dinner when you come back."
Halton saluted from the air with a serious face: "Commander, you are serious! Seeking a bright future for Bei Ai is my basic duty as a diplomat!"
dong dong dong!
The door of the grocery room was knocked, and then Zhu Wentao's voice sounded.
"Old man, did you have something in there?"
Hall hurriedly hung up the phone, looking up in panic.
Damn it, he went into the grocery room and no one saw him, how could he be followed by Zhu Wentao?
Is this guy a dog? The nose is so smart, I really don't know where the dog's nose is cultivated by the gurgling water.
With a click, the door to the grocery room opened, and Zhu Wentao came in halfway.
"Hey, old man, what are you doing hiding here? Are you talking to your classmate Max?"
Hall looked at Zhu Wentao in horror and hid the phone behind him.
Zhu Wentao glanced at Hall's hand hidden behind his back and smiled lightly.
"You... how are you?" Hall stepped back again and again.
Zhu Wentao sighed ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and looked around, suddenly entering the grocery room with his entire body, and closing the door when he came in.
In an instant, the dim light of the grocery room should shine on the two of them. As Zhu Wentao got closer and closer, Hall stepped back again and again, and it was impossible to retreat.
"You...what are you doing!" Hall growled in a low voice.
Zhu Wentao smiled mildly, and was already close to Hall, the two of them were only a fist away, and they could smell each other's breath.
Zhu Wentao's slightly bitter tobacco smell, and Hall's slightly pungent sulfur smell, the two exchanged glances, the calm and gentle person looked at the nervous and panic person.
"There's no one else here, don't be nervous." Zhu Wentao smiled and glanced at Hall's ass: "I'm here on behalf of Lu Shen, and it's the same as you, the little guy specially sent by Max."
Hall's face changed, and the charming atmosphere between the two disappeared, leaving only the blunt atmosphere of a cold spear versus a cool knife on an ancient battlefield.
"What the **** are you trying to do?" Hall whispered. "You're wrong, you're wrong!"
Chapter end
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