Data Wasteland

In the sky above the central wilderness, between the thin clouds, a gold-plated float with extremely luxurious shapes and styles was flying slowly.

The interior of the aeroboat is even more luxurious. The large hall is made of pure wood, and it is also extremely precious thousand-year-old mahogany. Various famous paintings, famous knives and guns are hung on the walls, as well as a large number of specimens of rare species.

There are several palace sofas placed against the wall. They are all made of precious mutated salamander skin. They are exquisitely crafted and red like fireworks. Each sofa costs more than ten thousand gold.

In the middle of the hall is a military sand table more than ten meters long and three meters wide. The undulating terrain is dotted with small red and yellow flags.

The yellow flags are distributed in a long strip, like a giant python that is meandering forward. The red flags surrounded them from both sides, penetrating like the yellow flags' positions.

"I must admit that Sandstorm Eye Aladdin does have two brushes..."

Lin Shi, one of Chen Xing's aides, a bearded middle-aged officer, looked at the densely packed small flags on the sand table from a distance and couldn't help but sigh.

On the sand table, small flags of two colors interspersed with each other, showing a melee state of "I am among you, and you are among me."

Although Saudi Arabia's combat intention is very obvious, it is to cover the evacuation of the main jihadi army at all costs.

But the tactics they adopted were quite difficult.

They split the herdsmen unit, which had the largest base, the largest number of personnel, and the weakest combat effectiveness among the desert legions, into countless small units. Each unit is equipped with only a few camel cavalry and fifty or sixty herdsmen.

Then, like scattered grains of sand, they were scattered along the withdrawal route.

To put it simply, it means abandoning the **** to save the rook.

Sprinkle the "pawns" out to detect and hinder, thereby covering the evacuation of the "cars".

I have to say, this tactic is a headache.

As nomads, the Sand People are natural experts in guerrilla warfare. The small scattered troops are as annoying as flies and mosquitoes.

If you want to fight, you will be exhausted. You will send troops everywhere to chase and intercept, but only a small group of troops will be wiped out. The results are as mosquito-like as a cannon to swat flies. The input and output are completely disproportionate.

If I don't fight it, it will always be lingering in my ears, making a buzzing sound, which is very annoying.

The Jihadi Legion hid under the cover of the nomadic troops and disappeared.

From the very beginning of the battle, the main force of the Red Country was seeking a decisive battle, but failed at every turn and was unable to do so.

Chen Xing looked at the densely packed small flags on the sand table and felt a headache. He said a little discouraged, "Forget it, never mind..."

"The battlefield is changing rapidly. We are far behind and have no time to react."

"They are all adults, let them make their own decisions."

The "them" in Chen Xing's mouth refers to Lacey Maris, Bai Yefenghua, Bai Bubai, Ricardo, and the four major army groups under their command.

These people are all the world's top military experts, geniuses among geniuses. Instead of commanding from a distance, it is better to make changes on the spot. Adjust your strategy in time to block the enemy.

If you have this free time to look at the sand table, you might as well lie on the palace sofa, drink some wine and have some fun to pass the time.

Once he had figured it out, Chen Xing completely let it go, withdrew his staff, hugged a female officer he had just fallen in love with, and went away happily.

"Come, come, drink. This is the palace wine that has been stored for seventy years."

Chen Xing hugged the small waist bound by the armed belt and boasted to the other party, "Most people can't drink."

"Thank you, Prime Minister, for your kindness."

The female officer blushed and twisted her body with some resistance, "Subordinate, I'm not good at drinking, drinking..."

"Do you get drunk as soon as you drink?" Chen Xing asked.

"Well, well..." The female officer nodded nervously.

"That's good." The smile on Chen Xing's face became even brighter, "You only know what happiness is when you are drunk."

As he spoke, he poured wine into the female officer’s cherry mouth. The latter was intimidated by the Prime Minister's authority and did not dare to resist. He could only close his eyes and swallow it bit by bit.

"How's it going? Do you feel good?" Chen Xing asked with a smile as he downed a glass of wine.

"Ahem..." The female officer wiped the wine from her mouth, with tears in her eyes and a clear look in her eyes, as if she had been bullied but did not dare to resist.

Chen Xing filled it with one hand and put it to the other person's lips.

"Sir, my lord, I, I can't do it anymore..." The female officer's face was red, and she looked like she was too drunk.

"Come on, come on, how can only one cup be enough?" Chen Xing said with a smile.

"Really, I really can't do it anymore..." The female officer put her hands on her chest and tried to push away, but was forced to push her away.

The rim of the cup pried open the two red lips and poured it in bit by bit.

"Uh, uh, Gudong, Gudong..."

The full glass of wine quickly reached the bottom. The female officer's body went limp and she lay on Chen Xing's shoulder, panting.

Seeing that things were about to take the next step, but at this moment, a small call came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister."

Chen Xing ignored it, and the sound outside the door became louder by a few decibels.

"Boss!"

"It's urgent, boss, it's urgent!"

Chen Xing couldn't help but frown. After a few seconds of hesitation, he let go of his soft waist, straightened his back, looked serious, sat upright, and said in a deep voice, "Come in!"

With his permission, the door was pushed open, revealing a familiar horse face.

"Boss, it's urgent. It's really urgent." Seeing that the boss was in a bad mood, Xiao Yang hurriedly explained.

"Say!" Chen Xing looked at him with a dignified expression.

"The Emperor of Qing Kingdom, Zhao Yuankai, would like to invite you to tea." Xiao Yang said quickly.

The expression on Chen Xing's face fell instantly, "What, he asked me to have tea?"

"The Qingguo royal family's ultra-long wave frequency band, the telegram just sent three minutes ago." As he spoke, Xiao Yang handed over the paper with the code printed on it.

[In the ancient pavilion in the barren mountain, I would like to have a long chat with you over tea. I am waiting for your visit on the great things in the world]

The latitude and longitude coordinates are also attached below the words.

Chen Xing frowned and thought about it. Emperor Qing must have something important to discuss with him when he saw him at this time.

As for the danger, there is no such thing. The body of the fourth prince Qiao An is still cold. No one would dare to commit a crime, especially Zhao Yunkai, the king of a country. The possibility of directly attacking him is almost zero.

In order not to cause misunderstanding, Zhao Yuankai would even protect him personally.

After thinking through a few key points, Chen Xing forcefully slapped the female officer's plump thigh. Amidst the other's exclamations, Chen Xing said decisively, "Okay, let's go meet him, Zhao Yuankai!"

After a while, the luxury aeroship flew over the coordinate point. Probably to show sincerity, this place is not far away, just on a barren mountain near White Tiger City in the central wilderness.

On the top of the mountain with withered vegetation, a granite path leads to the ancient octagonal stone pavilion.

There is a mottled stone tablet in front of the tree, which reads in oriental calligraphy: "Ancient Pavilion on the Barren Mountain." A handsome and elegant middle-aged man with a slightly majestic look on his eyebrows is sitting in the pavilion. Wearing a green python dragon robe, nine dragons are surging and leaping, eyes wide open with anger, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, lifelike. There is a tea cup in front of him, and the copper is burning on the charcoal fire.

The pot, steam is rising from the spout.

In this situation, Chen Xing wanted to step forward with clasped fists and say, "Look up to me for a long time." But in fact, he just walked into the pavilion expressionlessly and sat down in front of the other party, without saying a word the whole time.