Rebirth of the fighting nation's rich second generation

Salma is also reasonable when she sees what Artyom said. The thousand-kilometer-long Niar River defense line really needs to be guarded by heavy troops. Although Mettershaw's attack is quite rapid at present, there is also a presence on Mettershaw's side. fatal problem.

In desperation, after a comprehensive assessment, Salma could only return to Dopompe's palace with such an answer.

Dopompe was very anxious about this matter. In his opinion, the late rebel tycoon Rabosai was really the number one opponent in his life. After Er died, the power fell to Fred, who had nothing to do with them. For Fred, Dopombe didn't particularly hate Fred. Unexpectedly, Rabosay's son popped up all of a sudden. Mettshaw started to be his enemy again, and every time he thought of this, Dopompe felt a headache.

Dopompe was sitting on the golden chair with a headache when Salma suddenly appeared in front of him.

The appearance of this guy startled Dopompe, who was thinking deeply.

"What's the matter?" Dopompe asked quickly.

Salma was also in a daze, and after a few seconds of being dazed, she spoke out her purpose.

"What's wrong with you? Artyom agreed to give [-] men what I wanted was a brigade. What can these [-] men do?" Dopombe was very dissatisfied with Salma's actions this time.

"Boss, I think the current center of gravity is on the Niar River. Once our troops are empty, Fred's people can easily cross the river." Salma said seriously.

"Isn't Mettshaw not the point here?" Dopombe felt quite angry about these bastard words that Salma said.

"Mettershaw's here is of course also the key point." Salma said, "but don't forget, boss, Mettershaw's troops are very limited after all, and it's true that they have occupied a lot of our territory now, but at the same time It also needs troops to garrison, so for now, I think [-] troops are enough, and we also have the support of the air force."

"Do you think Mettershaw doesn't have the support of the air force?" Dopombe snorted coldly.

"He also has them, but his air force is mainly fighter jets, while our model is relatively rich and can meet a variety of combat needs, so my personal suggestion is the same, we might as well put the real line of defense At Nikola's."

Although Dopompe is a stupid and mediocre king, after all, he has been sitting in the position of the country's boss for decades, so he is quite clear about the important places in the whole country. , Dopompe's head immediately shook like a rattle, and his face became ugly at the same time.

"If it doesn't work with Nikola, we will lose at least [-] square kilometers of land." For Philippine countries, land is wealth.

"Your Excellency, if we don't put it with Nikola, the rest of the place will be easily breached." Salma also became anxious. He knew that Dopombe was a very stingy guy, and he gave up thousands of square kilometers in vain. He is quite dissatisfied with the land.

"Can't other places stop them?" Dopompe asked rhetorically.

Salma nodded without hesitation: "Yes, the rest of the places can't stop them at all, here, if you don't believe me, look."

After speaking, Salma slowly unfolded the map she carried with her on Dopompe's desk, and a map carefully drawn by the French was presented in front of Dopombe.

From the map, Nikolai is the nearest city that can better prevent Mettershaw's army from going north. The vast area between Nikolai and Mettershaw is basically dominated by grasslands and forests. The terrain was simply unable to stop the attack of Mettershaw's army.

Dopompe looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but let out a long breath, "Okay, then choose the place of Nikola."

After Salma saw that he had successfully persuaded Dopombe, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was very suffocated when he did this under the old rich man Dopombe. It's short-sighted, just thinking about your own private interests, regardless of the overall interests.

Thinking of this, Salma suddenly felt that it was unfair that a stupid and greedy guy like Dopombe could take the position of boss.

As soon as he got back to his villa, Salma's private secretary came over and told him that Mr. Artyom wanted to visit him.

"Artyom visiting me?" Salma was taken aback. You must know that although he is a lobbyist between Dopombe and Artyom, which is equivalent to the role of a middleman, but this position makes him do very well. Feeling useless, feeling like a mouse in a bellows, both sides are not pleasing, and now the rich second generation Artyom actually came to visit him for the first time?

This?

Salma seemed a little unable to believe his ears, he couldn't help asking again, and after getting a definite answer, he couldn't help but nodded and agreed.

Half an hour later, Artyom arrived at Salma's villa surrounded by secretaries and bodyguards.

Salma always felt that Artyom must have something to do with him, and this matter was definitely not a trivial matter, so he dismissed the secretary and servants in advance, and the conversation with Artyom was in his study inside.

Even this time, the doors and windows of the study room were tightly closed.

When Artyom arrived, he seemed in no hurry to get down to business, but rambled on and on, emphatically mentioning the late Pugachev.

Salma was also full of anger towards Pugachev. Since this guy was around, he was basically a display, a puppet, and even a punching bag as a defense boss, so he also complained quite a bit at that time.

Seeing that Artyom was also angry with Pugachev now, Salma seemed to have found a bosom friend, and expressed all her displeasure, venting fiercely.

"It's a pity that your brother-in-law trusts such a person and wastes your talent. Hey, I will do it for you..." Artyom made a regretful voice.

Salma was obviously taken aback, he didn't expect Artyom to feel sorry for him.

Could it be that he still has something to say?

Suddenly, thinking of this, Salma's heart was pounding.

He was both nervous and excited, and he didn't know whether Artyom could speak to his heart this time.