Chapter 597： 597: I'm Sorry

Jos, who was known as the **** of war of the independent group, was actually being scolded on the sidelines just like the chicken.

Everyone became curious about the mysterious woman.

Sending everyone away, the Duke of Medea asked Aslan to follow her into the tent.

Raul and the others are very tacitly alert more than 20 meters away from the tent.

"Medea, why are you here? Is there something wrong with Merlot?"

Entering the tent, Aslan asked eagerly.

The Duke of Medea smiled and shook his head.

"What can happen, the most is Yitzhak coming to trouble you and wanting to buy another batch of bullets. The Ten Sides Alliance and the Kingdom of Cleveland have already begun to prepare for the war. In the battle, I am too annoyed to find refuge here."

Aslan woke up instantly.

Once the two sides go to war, neither the Ten-Party Alliance nor the Kingdom of Cleveland will allow the province of Mellock to sit on the hill and watch the battle, and will definitely find ways to bring the province of Mellock into the battlefield.

"Three months! The time difference between the two worlds is equivalent to two and a half years, which is enough." Aslan suddenly raised his head and said frantically.

"This is an opportunity. In two years, I will use these two years to produce enough weapons to defeat the two countries in one fell swoop."

The Duke of Medea widened his eyes subconsciously and looked at Aslan with an incredible expression.

He actually planned to eat the two countries in one go.

Where is Aslan's confidence in the end.

"Are you sure?" asked the Duke of Medea.

"Ten of it all," Aslan said confidently.

The Duke of Medea couldn't help laughing.

"Then I am looking forward to it."

The Duke of Medea directly straddled Aslan's lap, and Aslan did not vaguely directly picked up the Duke of Medea and went to the bed.

The two did not have any restraint. This was the first time the two had had a relationship in broad daylight. They both enjoyed this rare love extremely. There was no need to worry about someone finding it, let alone being scared.

Until late at night, the two of them hugged each other and lay on the bed. The entire tent was full of various **** clothes and stockings, and the Duke of Medea completely collapsed in Aslan's arms.

"This kind of upright feeling is really wonderful." Duke Medea said slowly, lying in Aslan's arms.

Aslan nodded, his arms clasped tighter.

In the early morning of the next morning, Li Xin brought a few people in gray military uniforms. Compared with the soldiers of the Independence regiment, they all looked gentle, each holding a record book, and at a glance they knew they were cultural people. Up.

Li Xin led people to watch the bullet production line and showed almost the entire gun manufacturing plant. Several civilians nodded in satisfaction.

"Political Commissar Li did not expect that your independent regiment really built a firearms factory, which greatly reduced the pressure on the arsenal."

The investigator in charge is Luo Wen, one of the leaders of the Ping'an City Arms Factory. He is extremely happy with the bullet production line in front of him, and has already let people draw it down and prepare to assemble one.

"But what about Mr. Aslan you are talking about?" Rowan glanced around and asked curiously.

Li Xin glanced at the tent in the far corner, and said helplessly: "Mr. Aslan's wife just arrived yesterday. She is young and vigorous, and Xiaojie is better than a newlywed."

Rowan nodded in understanding.

When Jos came back from morning exercises, Li Xin's eyes lit up and he pointed to Joss and said.

"That is the instructor Jos who desperately defeated the high demon in the last war."

Rowan immediately became interested when he heard it.

On the surface of the higher evil demon, there are still a few percent remaining human-like, so they all regard the higher evil demon as an evolved degenerate demon.

"Go, go over and say hello." Rowan said.

The group immediately greeted Jos enthusiastically, which made Jos very depressed. The reason why he hid in Lijiatun to recover from his wounds was that he didn't want to be surrounded by the enthusiastic soldiers of the Independence Group.

At first, I felt very good, but as time went on, he was always surrounded by a group of men, which really made him feel weird.

"Thank you for your concern! My injury has improved a lot, and I have learned from the desperate battle. I believe that my strength will rise to the next level in the near future."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in Li Xin couldn't help but smile with joy. Joss is now the ceiling of Nan'an Province. If he is stronger, he can assist the guardians of various countries to go to the **** node to fight against the high-level demons.

Every time there is more such a strong man in the world, the higher their chances of human victory will be.

It's a pity that they, who were happy, didn't notice the pity in Jos's eyes.

What I have struggled for in my life is nothing but a game field set up by a certain lord of the devil.

Three poles in the sun, Aslan reluctant to give up, Duke Medea did not even want to eat lunch, turned over and continued to sleep in her sleep.

Just at lunch time, Li Xin's boss invited several colleagues from the arsenal to dinner in a few temporary camps more than 100 meters away from the cave.

After seeing Aslan, Li Xin quickly called him over.

Rowan also greeted Aslan politely, after all, foreign friends.

The two sides ate and talked about the construction of the arsenal. Aslan proposed to transfer all the bullets to the Lijiatun arsenal, and the Ping'ancheng arsenal made all efforts to produce guns and shells.

Rowan looked at Aslan solemnly.

"Mr. Aslan, you have a certain percentage of the bullet production task of the entire arsenal. You must know that it is not the bullets of a regiment or even a brigade soldier, but the bullets of the defenders of Nan'an Province, in case the supply is not timely. , It is very likely to cause irreversible harm to the defense line."

Aslan nodded and said.

"Please rest assured that your bullet production line will not be cancelled, but will be slowly transferred. After the Lijiatun Arsenal can complete the target tasks, it will not be too late for the Ping Ancheng Arsenal to transform. Pyrotechnics."

Rowan considered it again and again and said: "I need to organize a report on this matter."

Aslan nodded in understanding, snapped his fingers, and Jos walked with three boxes of war gas potions in his arms with Gerant.

"This is a medicine that has just been produced recently. Compared to my refining speed, my wife is a professional in pharmacy. A box of two hundred medicines. I need to exchange it for enough machinery and equipment. At the same time, I hope to get yours. I guarantee that even if the war is over, I can still control the ownership of the arsenal."

Seeing the three boxes full of battle gas potions, Li Xin and the others' eyes turned green, and at the same time they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Aslan can be said to be a poor view, and it is precisely because of his request that they are more at ease.

Although it is for the sake of human survival, they still don't believe that Aslan will make selfless contributions to fighting the devil.