Before entering the Conference Room, Zhang Qiang pulled Alvin aside and led him to a corner...
He took out a Cigar and offered it to Alvin. After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Qiang asked, "How much do you think we should commit here?"
Alvin frowned at Zhang Qiang. "What do you mean?
Has the situation here made you hesitate?"
Zhang Qiang took out a Lighter and lit Alvin's Cigar, then lit one for himself. After that, he said somewhat helplessly, "The scale of the war here is so huge that I'm a little worried we won't be able to keep things under control!
We're worried we won't have the manpower to keep an eye on our efforts in Hell..."
As he spoke, Zhang Qiang glanced at Alvin, who was frowning. "We're not short on money or manpower, but we need suitable weapons to equip our soldiers.
The fact that Gunpowder Weapons don't work here has everyone hesitating a little..."
Alvin eyed Zhang Qiang, who looked utterly miserable, and sneered. "Then forget it. I'll stay here and finish the war for you. It won't be much trouble anyway..."
As he spoke, Alvin put an arm around Zhang Qiang, who was smiling bitterly, and said with a grin, "Then you can all head back to Hell and get back to work. Remember to dig a few extra shovelfuls of dirt to take home...
Who knows? Maybe once you've saved up a few thousand Spaceships, you'll be able to rule the Solar System..."
There was no way Alvin couldn't pick up on Zhang Qiang's hint...
Those bastards weren't worried about their front line stretching too far. They had their eyes on Stark's "Warhammer" Mobile Armor.
When it came to the quality of Mobile Armor, the troops those guys had taken into Hell were