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- After the rain, the sky cleared up, and when the first rays of warm sunshine shone drop by drop over the city of Malawi, at five o'clock in the morning, a civilian truck covered in mud walked along the road south of Iligan. He rushed into the city with a snort.
On the front of the truck, there was a wet small star-and-moon flag, indicating the identity of the visitor. In addition, there were more than a dozen Moro soldiers with live ammunition in the carriage, and the guards guarding the urban roads. After taking a closer look, they hurriedly raised the flag. Roadblocks opened.
Sitting in the cab of the truck was Mustafa, who had been promoted to the regional elder, and his confidants Harry, Elder Ozain and Elder Sahman during the battle against the Anti-Filipino Army and the local alien tribes. , has already gone to see Allah, so he, the last of the third-rate imam, actually crossed the dragon gate and became a human master.
Naturally, in the process of competing for the regional chief elder, those elders who originally stood above him were either hit and killed by "stray bullets", or unfortunately encountered despicable "attacks" by the enemy. Mustafa's status It also rose again and again, and nominally held the strength of five regiments in its hands.
Under the influence of Luo Er's subconscious mind, Mustafa, who was originally simple-minded, gradually grew into a sinister and sinister smiling tiger. The city was getting deeper and deeper. In order to gain greater power, even the closest "brother" It also unceremoniously became his stepping stone.
However, the senior officials far above his head still looked down upon him, an upstart who had been promoted from the front line. So, he was sent directly to the Malawi Governor with a telegram, not to annihilate the damn local indigenous people in Malawi. , he would have to fight and die in Marawi with the warriors.
no way. The financial aid is in the hands of others, and the decrees are in the pockets of the traditional nobles. Once he dares to refuse an order, even if it is a distant order, there are still many people who are willing to squeeze out of his position immediately. No one wants to go to the oasis in the desert of the Middle East. .
With the deterrent power of the unity of politics and religion, he, a regional elder, is nothing more than a little ant, and he cannot even think of resisting.
Wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a black jacket, and a pair of loose black trousers. There was also a thick black turban wrapped around his head. Mustafa, who was sitting in the cab, had his brows knitted into a knot, and the newly grown beard on his chin swayed up and down with the body of the car.
The original four dioceses in Mindanao. Because of the expansion of free port power. Three parishes existed in name only. In addition, the elders suffered heavy losses. The main church above only gave this area the position of chief elder, but the financial and material support was nearly 40% less than in previous years.
?Think about last night at the Iligan Mosque. That second elder with a smile on his face and his sincere blessing made Mustafa feel a lump in his chest, and he couldn't even breathe evenly in his throat.
"You want me to die on the front line? You are really well-calculated. Aren't you just born a little nobler? There is nothing to be arrogant about. One day, I will truly stand above you, and Almighty Allah will bless me. "Swearing angrily in his heart, the truck ran over a puddle. Mustafa hit the ground again and hit the platform again, and his chest hurt even more.
"Oh, damn Harry, do you know how to drive? If you continue to do so, go to the front line. There will be positions suitable for you there." He had said such threatening words countless times along the way, but the driver beside him Harry, who is a member of the staff, always has a low-brow look and keeps apologizing.
Harry, who was wearing the uniform of a Moro officer, had already changed his mind. Mustafa, who had been running around like him in the past few years, was now an elder with great power. If he wanted to die, that was not the case. For just one sentence, if you get scolded a few times, it's your blessing. If you don't want to scold yourself anymore, your bad luck will come to an end.
"People are more irritating than others. No matter how hard a rock falls on a mountain, it is still a mountain to rely on. Endurance is over." Harry, who had a correct attitude, had an apologetic smile on his face, which made Mustafa feel a little better. A few words After being insulted, I ignored him.
However, as soon as the truck arrived in the city of Marawi, clear gunshots and heavy machine gun shots were heard from the south, "dong dong dong dong, dong dong,"
"Hey, what's going on? Are those natives coming?" Feeling startled, Mustafa adjusted the turban on his head, "Speed ??up and go to the headquarters in the city center."
"Ugh," the truck, with the accelerator almost pressed to the bottom, passed through several fence checkpoints on the narrow stone street, and stopped in a hurry outside the gate of a small courtyard. "Creak," the truck's wheels slipped and left two meters of black brake marks. , the shaking caused the soldiers in the carriage to scream in agony.
Pushing the car door open, Mustafa ignored the puddles under his feet, stepped into the puddles, and rushed into the yard with a sullen face. The guard guarding the door looked up and saw Mustafa wearing a standard elder's attire. Not daring to stop him at all, he watched helplessly as this majestic elder strode into the courtyard gate as if no one was around.
On the second floor in the courtyard, several Moro Front officers were already standing on the roof of the building, looking out with telescopes, shouting orders one after another, and the staff officer holding the phone repeated the commander's instructions.
"Kick, kick, kick, kick," Elder Mustafa's soft-soled cloth shoes stepped on the stairs. The sharp-eyed officer was delighted to find that the immediate elder had reached the front line. He hurriedly put down his telescope and went down to the war room on the second floor. inside.
"In the name of God, Elder Mustafa, Ben Bella, the leader of the new Moro regiment, greets you,"
"God bless, Elder Mustafa, Umm, the commander of the Third Moro Regiment, greets you." The two tough and tall men headed by the officers solemnly saluted the regional elders. The officers behind them also Salute hurriedly.
"Well, hello, everyone," Mustafa snorted, ignoring the greetings with the two officers, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are there gunshots here? Are the natives here?"
"Yes, Elder Mustafa, half an hour ago, the third defensive alert in the urban area discovered the movements of the indigenous militia. The two defensive positions on the periphery of the urban area have lost contact, and the messengers sent have no trace. News," Ben Bella, the leader of the new regiment, replied very depressedly.
Before last night, everything was still under control. There was a lively fight in the bamboo forest south of the suburbs, but after a heavy rain. Everything has changed, the enemy is actually under the nose, and his side is still full of slander. Could it be that all the small teams sent out have suffered accidents?
Thinking about his nearly full battalion of troops and the equipment of an artillery company, the corner of Ben Bella's mouth twitched. Who the hell did this? One-third of the troops, it was so heartbreaking. .
"Go to the top of the building and have a look. Those damn monkeys. How dare you be so bold?" After squinting at the map on the wall for a moment, Mustafa waved his hand decisively, "Let the warriors in the city prepare. We must They rushed back into the rainforest. Our territory is not allowed to be invaded by foreigners."
In his impression, the fighting ability of the barbarians in the indigenous tribes was not at all high-level. Even if he had a hot weapon, he was just a newly civilized monkey. He had been beaten until he was howling like a ghost a while ago.
Climbing up the wooden ladder, Mustafa stood in front of a gun scope, with his eyes in front of the camera, looking carefully at the edge of the city to the south where gunshots were ringing; the leader was different, with a twenty-fold gun scope, The New Third Regiment was also a rare item, so I took it out and used it immediately.
In the clear footage, Mustafa was pleased to see the brave Moro officers and soldiers hiding in the firepower points, bravely using various weapons, spraying bullets outside the city, and he was far away from the rain of bullets. As he watched, his heart was trembling.
However, Mustafa's slightly flushed face soon lost its vitality. The pale-faced elder pressed his hands firmly on the gun scope and fixed his eyes on a wooden house; there, there was a light Next to the machine gun, the cheerful figures of the machine gunner and ammunition hand soon froze and fell slumped on the moss-covered roof.
The strong bodies of the two soldiers turned red and black at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under Mustafa's gaze, the flesh turned into a pool of black liquid, slowly flowing out of the dirty military uniforms.
"Si, what is that? What are they doing?" Mustafa wiped his eyes hard and put his eyes in front of the camera again. After taking a closer look, he was speechless.
Letting go of the gun scope, Mustafa took two steps back and his voice became strangely hoarse, "Ben Bella, Um, you two should also come and take a look at the roof of the wooden house." To be honest, he still placed hope on himself. Too tired, causing eye hallucinations.
However, when the two livid-faced captains dropped the gun scope with dull expressions, Elder Mustafa suddenly realized that what he saw was not an illusion.
"It should be them, it's them," murmuring, Ben Bella suddenly turned around and looked at Mustafa with bitter eyes, "Great Elder, it's them who are here,"
"Them? Who are they?" Mustafa asked in a low voice, holding his heart that was beating wildly. Although he was really unwilling to give in, the three of them knew that Marawi City was over and could not be defended at all. .
"Who else, the Freeport Army, those damn pirates are here, and only they have such vicious methods," Ben Bella said word by word, lowering his head in dejection, and his strong body continued to The ground trembled; Captain Wu Mu standing next to him had a face ashen as dust.
That's right, when they faced the Devada Infantry Battalion earlier, they had deserted firsthand. The power of black-headed bullets had been deeply ingrained in their souls. Now they saw it again, which was even more powerful than black-headed bullets. If you can't guess where the person came from given the scene, then it would be an unjust death.
It was their retreat that allowed the Moro Liberation Army to retreat in the first battle, and then faced Luo Er's Free Army.They simply dispersed upon hearing the wind. The troops gathered, gathered and dispersed again, completely destroying all the plans of the Presbyterian Association.
"If they hadn't been born into noble families, the Presbyterian Church would have killed these two unlucky men as a warning to the monkeys, and the five new infantry regiments would not have been led by two regimental commanders who were good at escaping.
Naturally, the great elder Mustafa, who ignored past grudges, became the two of them to rely on for refuge. The mutually beneficial relationship between the two parties still had a sense of harmony.
Who would have imagined that the damn pirates appeared strangely again, and actually used such horrific methods, immediately defeating the courage that Ben Bella and Umu had finally mustered up.
Ben Bella's trembling voice made the Great Elder Mustafa's hands and feet feel cold, and he shook his head in confusion, "Maybe we saw it wrong," he was so shocked that he got lucky. There was just a moment of silence.
"God, are we going to die here?" Elder Mustafa laughed self-deprecatingly and sat down on the wet floor. Such arrogance and immaculate demeanor are worthless in the face of death. .
"Great Elder, maybe you should talk to them to see if there is any misunderstanding here." There was silence on the roof for a while, and the bright-minded Captain Wumu carefully suggested. He really couldn't think of it. In Brazil The Freeport Army that implements the tax-free system on Orchid Island and Mindanao Island will drive out their own troops.
The tax-free system and the military field allocation system implemented by the Roche Company Security Department within the free port have become famous in South Asia, and all three of them have heard of it.
"Yes, we haven't offended them in the past year. There must be a misunderstanding." Umm's words made Ben Bella's face happy. Elder Mustafa also calmed down a lot. He stood up and straightened his clothes. , headscarf, brain.
The sound of gunfire in the distance began to become sparse, and everyone knew what it meant. It was time to make a decision.
"Captain Wumu, now I authorize you to negotiate with Mr. Luo's men. If there is any misunderstanding, just eliminate it," Mustafa thought for a while and told him harshly, "Even those in the urban warehouse Materials can also be used as compensation,"
"What?" It must be said that Mustafa's decision surprised Ben Bella and Umu. Their two infantry regiments were stationed in Malawi for the poor supplies with low production. If they were given Killing those pirates would cost them both their lives.
You must know that the Presbyterian Church in the Middle East pays close attention to these supplies, otherwise it would not let the Great Elder Mustafa come to the front line in person.
"Warriors only have one life, but those minerals can be smelted again. Which one is more important? Do you two still hesitate?" With a gloomy old face, Mustafa raised his chin in a high position, his short beard shining in the morning light. Trembling slightly.
In order to completely pull these two guys into his carriage, Mustafa did not hesitate to spend the money on the bottom of the box. He had no use for the metal anyway, and he could not find a buyer for the money.
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In the southern suburbs of Malawi, Luo Er hid in a depression. The knee-deep water attracted countless long-legged Aedes mosquitoes, but he and Lao Cui could only lie quietly in the grass; eight hundred meters away, In several machine gun fortifications, Xiao Jin flashed past in the fresh air.
Luo Er felt sorry for Xiao Jin's activities of clearing out enemy soldiers, so he could only continue to provide Heitoutuo, let him drink a lot, and then inject the best ingredients into useless black waste. .
"Damn, it's a waste if the Heitoutuo can't be sold anymore, and the business will suffer a huge loss." A Heitoutuo popped out from his fingers, and a faint golden light flashed across the corner of Luo Er's eyes, and he couldn't help but start to get angry.
Only Lao Cui, who was following Luo Er closely, remained as calm as ever, holding an assault rifle in his hand and scanning the front with a ferocious expression. (To be continued) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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