The four war kings of Wanlong Palace also imitated the four guardians of the Ming Cult in martial arts novels and gave themselves four flower names with strong martial arts flavor, namely the Green-Eyed Wolf King, the White-Clothed Tiger King, the Black-Faced Leopard King and the Golden Lion King.

Among them, the Green-Eyed Wolf King and the White-Clothed Tiger King are both Chinese. The Green-Eyed Wolf King is naturally Chen Zhonglei who is in Syria, and the White-Clothed Tiger King is the young man with great strength around him.

As for the Black-faced Leopard King and the Golden Lion King, they are African-American blacks and American-American blonde whites.

At this moment, the black-faced leopard king is in Yemen, while the golden lion king is in Palestine.

When Wan Pojun saw Chen Zhonglei calling him, he immediately smiled and said, "It seems that our Green-Eyed Wolf King is going to send me the latest news today! Since he entered Syria, it has been destroyed and unstoppable. At present, the war in Syria has been advanced by most of the time, and the remaining opposition organizations are no longer in a state of chaos. I think we can do our best in the next few days and completely eliminate it!"

After saying that, he was in a good mood and immediately took the phone from the White Tiger King, smiled and said, "Zhonglei, how many more victories have you won today?"

Chen Zhonglei on the other end of the phone said in a very ashamed tone: "Lord of the Palace! Today, the Lu Zhan army's troops encountered unprecedented resistance in the battle against the Hamid armed forces. Lu Zhan's army was killed in battle, and the Wanlong Palace lost a total of 1,534 elites! This is because of the poor command of the subordinates, so I would like to ask the Palace Master to punish him!"

Wan Pojun's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.

He asked coldly: "What did you say? Lu Zhanjun died? He also lost more than 1,500 soldiers?! Are you kidding me?"

"District Master, this... is not a joke..." Chen Zhonglei said in great pain: "According to what I learned, they normally used the joint operation of infantry and artillery this time to attack an opposition base, but unexpectedly, the other party built a powerful permanent fortification, and the artillery did not cause any substantial blow to the other party. Then, relying on the permanent fortification, the other party caused a heavy blow to our side during the attack..."

Wan Pojun asked sternly: "How did Lu Zhanjun die? He was a five-star general, and was shot and killed by the enemy hiding behind the fortifications? As the highest commander of our side in this war, did he charge in person?!"

Chen Zhonglei sighed and explained: "The Lord of the Palace, Lu Zhanjun led a thousand soldiers to intersperse and detour from the enemy's side after the frontal attack was ineffective. However, unexpectedly, the opponent also built a large number of secret fortifications on the side. They accidentally entered the enemy's firepower encirclement and were unilaterally massacred by the opponent. Lu Zhanjun could not escape..."

Speaking of this, Chen Zhonglei continued in disgrace and anger: "The scouts in Syria took pictures of the enemy cleaning the battlefield. Our brothers died so miserably. Everyone was shot more than a dozen times. Moreover, these bastards were so inhumane. When cleaning the battlefield, not only did they clear all the weapons and ammunition of our soldiers, but even their pants and boots were stripped off. They were really worse than beasts!"

When Wan Pojun heard this, he grabbed the wine glass and threw it on the ground. He then stood up and cursed, "It's a great humiliation! What a great humiliation!"

"You are all elites among the elites carefully cultivated by my Wanlong Palace. Lu Zhanjun is even the top five-star warrior general. He was beaten to this shape by a garbage armed force in Syria. One thousand five-star elites were killed in battle, and even a five-star warrior general was killed. This has never happened in the history of Wanlong Palace! Even on the most tragic battlefield, we have never lost five-star warrior generals!"

Speaking of this, Wan Pojun was so angry that his veins burst out. He gritted his teeth and asked: "Are you worthy of the fame that Wanlong Palace has worked hard for so many years in the global mercenary field?!"

Chen Zhonglei said ashamedly: "Lord of the Palace! This time I was improperly commanded. I am willing to accept all punishments. Even if you dismissed me on the spot, I have no complaints..."
Chapter completed!