Chapter 698 General Agent

East Africa, Ethiopia.

The city of Makale is full of broken walls and ruins, and the ground and gravel are charred black by the smoke.

The soldiers who escaped the catastrophe randomly found a corner to huddle and rest with their heads down.

The remnants of the carriage are everywhere, the artillery and weapons on it are scattered on the ground, and the cracks on the ground spread outward like spider webs.

After the fire burned for 3 days and 2 nights, it was extinguished, but the North Route Army had no fighting spirit.

Seeing the horses fleeing, the car was swept away by flames and burned, the comrades inside jumped out of the car covered in flames, and fell to the ground within a few steps. When the wailing disappeared, their bodies were scorched into a ball, like a baked lobster.

Black smoke billowed, and the lungs seemed to be on fire when breathing, and the stinging pain made people want to cut out the lungs and throw them away.

Many people coughed up blood and fell to the ground, and many more fell into a coma, allowing the fire to spread to their bodies and being burned into a lump of charred 'dry firewood. '

After the fire died down, they wanted to rush out of here, but found that there was nowhere for them to run.

Those damn bastards didn't retreat, they hid on the outskirts of the city and waited until the blast was over to re-siege all exits.

The Italian army organized a few breakouts, but they were all beaten back by the Egyptian army.

But those elusive snipers seem to have disappeared, which may be the only good news.

Up to now, the Italian North Route Army, not to mention the fighting spirit, is fine if they don't pee their pants.

The ammunition was ignited, killing countless of my own people, and the weapon became ineffective because of too much dust involved in the smoke.

Food, food is the worst, 50% of the food was burnt, the entire logistics was damaged for days, and the rest can last for a week.

Lack of medicine, no food, lack of weapons and ammunition, a large number of friendly soldiers were burned to death in the fire, and there were charred 'charcoal' and mutilated corpses everywhere.

"General, why is there no news from the follow-up troops? If this continues, we will all be trapped here to death."

In a dilapidated small building with half of it left was the temporary headquarters of the Italian army. Although the building collapsed, the beams on it were still there, and it should be able to withstand the fire again.

"Still can't get in touch?" General Bono said with a dark complexion, his face was covered with traces of being smoked.

Seeing the communications soldier shake his head, General Bono's face darkened further.

Now he is more anxious and angry than anyone else, but as the coach he must remain calm, especially when everyone is flustered and depressed.

This mistake was his misjudgment. He didn't expect that the Egyptian army would have such a large amount of explosives, and he didn't expect them to dare to do so.

Half of the city was used to bury the Italian army. According to the investigation after the fire was put out, in order to confuse them, there were at least tens of thousands of people staying here.

This kind of ruthlessness and decisiveness made Bono's heart shudder. Is it really right to start another war?

The domestic economic pressure is huge, but now, they have lost a large number of soldiers, weapons, ammunition, and are besieged in the abandoned city.

Whether or not he wins in the end, it's not going to end well for him, and Bono knows that very well.

But he had to find a way to turn the situation around, not for himself, but for the subordinates and soldiers who followed him, as well as his family members thousands of miles away.

Mussolini's means, as his own, he knows better, if he can't reverse this war and fails again, their family will really be tidy.

...

"Do you need me to prepare a special party tonight?" In the apartment, Lima put the clean clothes beside the bed.

Li Zitao was a little moved, but when he thought about Jonathan's headache, he thought it was better to be honest.

It would be really embarrassing if you did something that you shouldn't have done.

"Forget it, I'll be very busy these two days, and I'll see you next time." Seeing the smile lines in the corners of Lima's eyes, Li Zitao stroked his hands and asked, "Why don't you use the energy needle?"

"I can't buy it." Lima smiled wryly.

How could she not want to use it? What woman doesn't care about her appearance?

The key problem is that she can't buy that thing at all.

On the black market, its price has been tripled, and even so, the supply is still in short supply.

For any woman, energy needles are more important than life.

"This way..." Li Zitao said after thinking for a while, "Tia will help you communicate with Osborn, you prepare."

Lima was overjoyed. She originally wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Li Zitao about this matter, and now this is just right.

But what does "get ready" mean?

Leaving the apartment and going downstairs, the car was already parked at the door. After getting in the car, Li Zitao told Ava: "Let Tia accompany Lima to Osborne, and let her do the sales of the energy needles."

"All?" Ava raised her eyebrows.

"Yes." No matter what, she followed her own woman, and tried her best to make him happy.

Doesn't she like to socialize?

I believe that with the right to sell energy needles, she will be able to knock on the doors of more ladies and become close friends with them.

the next day.

Following Tia out of Osborne, looking at the contract in his hand, Lima still felt a little dizzy.

From today onwards, all the energy needles produced will be decided by her.

Shaking her head, Lima immediately began to think about how much this would benefit her.

Not in terms of money, but in terms of influence. Every energy needle means that she will have a new friend.

I believe it won't be long before she will be the guest of honor at various family receptions and charity dinners, and the name Lima will be envied and respected by countless people.

...

The bunker branch ended the meeting with Hans and other executives, and Ava also told him the news of the end of the handover.

"Because of the low output, Miss Lima suggested to increase the price by 50%." Ava put the report in front of him.

"Let her handle these things by herself. Remember to ask her to keep some stock in her hand, maybe she will use it." Li Zitao glanced roughly and put the report aside.

The above is nothing more than the popularity of sales, the price of black market circulation and the price that people can accept, and the analysis of the positioning of the ladies.

When Ava left, Li Zitao kept the pen on the table, leaned back and put his body weight on the back of the chair, put his legs on the table and stared blankly at the ceiling.

I don't know what happened to the situation in East Africa. In order to clear the ties, except for a few people who were left to take charge of the command, everyone else, including intelligence, was withdrawn.

What is going on on the battlefield, not to mention Li Zitao, even the monk is not very clear.

Compared with the distant African battlefield, the Spanish civil war is ready to go. Li Zitao picked up a pen and twirled it in his hand, thinking about whether to negotiate another business.

The last time I had a good deal with Franco, this guy gave money very happily, unlike that dead old guy in Poland who wanted nothing but white wolves, the old man was very bad.