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- At noon, under the scorching sun, a large group of indigenous militiamen stepped on the wet bluestone with bare feet and brandished various weapons in their hands. They stormed into the deserted urban area of ??Malawi. Along the way, abandoned roadside firearms and weapons could be seen everywhere. The supplies made these country bumpkins with little knowledge let out bursts of cheers from time to time, and the originally chaotic formation immediately turned into a mess.
Sitting on the ups and downs of the chairs, Luo Er and his party also came to the main street in the city. Looking at the indigenous people running around all over the world, smashing doors and breaking in, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. If these guys were to be beaten again Moro fought back and the whole army was wiped out because of mercy.
Fortunately, Zhou Guangdao, Lao Cui and the soldiers beside him all looked cautious and cautious, which made Luo Er feel at ease a little. The difference between direct troops and auxiliary troops made him feel very clear.
Zhou Guangdao, who was standing behind Luo Er, held an assault rifle horizontally and looked coldly at the militiamen who had begun to revel around him. He couldn't help but groaned, and the depression he had felt for a long time became more intense; like him, the surrounding guards The commander's soldiers glanced around with squinted eyes without any emotion at all, their weapons ready to fire at any time.
With high allowances and the best weapons and supplies, they have long been very discerning. They can't look at those worthless things. What's more, in front of their superiors, they can resolutely ignore even if a beautiful sword falls at their feet. .
The indigenous leaders who were following Luo Er looked at the cold soldiers on the side, and then at their subordinates who were shouting in the street. They all wiped the cold sweat from their heads in embarrassment. But no one tried to stop the almost red-eyed subordinates. After all, it was inevitable to pay tribute to themselves for the things they robbed.
However, in the few sentries behind him, the extremely smelly Moro uniforms left on the ground and the mottled black marks on the ground made these indigenous leaders feel extremely cold. This young commander who fell from the sky , destroying lives calmly, and you can¡¯t even tell what the means are. Just from a distance in a telescope. The weird and shocking scene was enough to make them as honest as pugs.
"Let's go to the Moro arsenal," he said, lifting the chair. Luo Er leaned back on the military blanket. He ordered lazily. A team of more than fifty people, led by an indigenous man who was familiar with the terrain, quickly rushed to the northern suburbs of the city.
Elder Mustafa is also thoughtful. When he simply withdrew the team, in addition to arms and ammunition, he left a batch of food supplies in the military station next to the arsenal. He had no choice but to take away these supplies at once, so he destroyed them and left them with Luo Er. If you don't have an excuse to regret it, you might as well do the favor and settle the matter generously.
In this arsenal, which was probably an ore warehouse, Luo Er saw a dozen half-meter-square metal boxes in a small room in the innermost room. His heart, which had been calm for many days, suddenly started beating wildly again. got up.
After driving away the militiamen who were ready to move, Zhou Guangdao personally led the troops to put out the warning. Luo Er left Lao Cui guarding the door and walked into the room with a solemn expression.
In this room with only a palm-sized air vent, the light was so dim that it was almost impossible to see the boxes on the ground. Fortunately, Luo Er glanced at them with sharp eyes and could tell at a glance that these boxes must be high-quality lead boxes.
Walking to the box, Luo Er stretched out his hand and pressed it on it. A familiar feeling of palpitations spread to his heart, "No wonder, the old lady is so anxious to drive you all away. So that's what it is." He could already guess what was in the box. He Wuwu couldn't help but feel frightened.
Luo Er has not heard of uranium deposits on the island of Mindanao, but from the various metal deposits that have been discovered, it is not difficult to find such sensitive veins. It depends on the owner's thoughts.
However, the strong urge to devour in his heart still made Luo Er step forward in surprise and decisively chose to take them. He would not leave these boxes to the illiterate natives. As for the other supplies in the warehouse, he was not even interested in taking a look.
Sure enough, when Luo Er packed up his belongings and walked out of the arsenal, a militia leader was already standing at the door of the warehouse, waiting beside Lao Cui with a charming smile. He was a scout sent by Zhou Guangdao, far away. The men and horses monitoring Mustafa's retreat from a distance.
"Sir, we are in the valley to the east and found that the Moro people blew up a mining site. It was not large in scale, but the blast was very thorough. The mine and the equipment outside were all destroyed." Seeing the commander come out, Lao Cui came forward to report succinctly. Although he didn't understand why the Moro people bothered, the information still needed to be analyzed by the boss, and he was just passing by.
"Yeah, I got it. Pass the order. Don't approach that valley easily. There are mines inside that have radioactive damage." Hearing this, Luo Er's eyebrows twitched slightly, and then he got on the chair indifferently, "Let's go to their headquarters." ,"
What to say?The existence of uranium mines is also the most taboo place in the United States. Now that it is destroyed, it is a good thing. At least he is unwilling to touch it, so as to save himself from getting angry.
Marawi was captured without any loss of troops. According to the agreement between Zhou Guangdao and the indigenous militia, all the houses and courtyards in the urban area, except for the headquarters, could not be moved. In the small urban area, carnival had begun, and the faces were red. The black militiamen began to search everywhere with weapons on their backs.
Tables, chairs, cutlery, lampstands, carpets, and even heavy sofas that some people worked tirelessly to remove. An excitement and enthusiasm that dug three feet into the ground burst out from every militiaman. Even the clothes left by the residents were cleaned. It's clean.
In the noisy urban area, on two short streets, the figures walking back and forth, the ups and downs of furniture, the colorful clothes, quilts and curtains were all visible to Zhou Guangdao and the soldiers who were standing outside the small courtyard. 's stunned.
In the heavily guarded courtyard, Luo Er sat in the Moro war room on the second floor, holding a cup of steaming coffee, slowly sipping the bitter taste, listening to the noise outside; in the room, there was only one person left besides him. Take off a machete on the table.
On the sharkskin scabbard inlaid with sapphires, there were faintly embroidered Arabic characters. Although the meaning could not be seen, Luo Er accepted it happily. Mustafa did not let him down. With a tacit understanding in private, sometimes the two opposing parties will be more in tune with each other.
Outside, Lao Cui was guarding the communications unit and quickly brought in several telegrams. One was from Tokyo. In addition to informing the company that the company was running well, Mary specifically pointed out that she had put a reward for Luo Er's assassination at her own expense in the amount of two thousand. With a compensation of 10,000 yuan, the underground notice was removed.
nature. This is a beautiful knife. The ore and timber shipped to Japan by Luo Er were required to be compensated. Mary, who was furious, did not curse her husband in the telegram as a favor. It was impossible to pay out of her own pocket.
Kelly and Ivan¡¯s telegram. Luo Er took a quick look. Throw it directly into the brazier. But the last telegram made his expression stagnant, and then he smiled.
Far away in Qingtian, Singapore. With the cooperation of Zhang Kezheng, Colonel Hagen, the head of the logistics regiment of the 3rd Infantry Division of Singapore, also became one of his own. In addition, with the care of the government's Chief of Staff Mok Yeshan, the logistics regiment has been completely controlled by the special forces. In the hands of the team, a group of special operations team members have firmly occupied various positions in the special operations group.
Of course, in view of the shortage of knife-burning chemicals, the original battalion and company commanders of the logistics regiment, and even the squad platoon leaders, were basically transferred out of the logistics regiment and went to work in other units of the infantry division.
This time Qingtian sent a secret message. On the one hand, they can start smuggling various materials in the reserve. On the other hand, they can apply for the knife-burning potion. Even Muye Mountain needs a large amount of potion to control various government departments. .
If the supply of pharmaceuticals is sufficient and timely, and there are no major accidents, Singapore will become a hidden chess piece of Luo Er's plan, and the current state of dissociation in Malay will also turn to seeking independence. Regarding this, the United States has been planning for a long time. Well, I just didn¡¯t know that Luo Er¡¯s black hand had already reached in.
"Fuck, it's another potion. How many can I conjure up?" Luo Er destroyed the message in a depressed manner and drank his coffee tastelessly. When it came to the ability to unite the thoughts, he didn't have the slightest ability.
"Lao Cui, tell Kelly to send the raw materials of traditional Chinese medicine to Isabella and Qingtian on time. Ship the goods quickly. I don't have much funds for armaments. Ask Ivan again when he can get it. I don't even dare to show my face now." After issuing three instructions in a row, Luo Er took out a pencil and thought about sending a reply to Mary in person. In the future, it would be better to avoid offering a reward to kill him. It's such a waste. Money.
After hastily eating the canned food brought by Lao Cui and patting his somewhat dull chest, Luo Er thought of the food in the capital and couldn't help but sigh, "Where do you get sour elbows in a barbarian land? How dare you call a place with a bigger butt a city?" "
In the noisy urban area of ??Marawi, the constant feedback from the scouts at the front prompted the indigenous militiamen who had searched several times to take the initiative to send out several squads of hundreds of people to trace the retreat of the Moros, and by the way, they sent out reports to the villages and towns along the way. Clean it up. Anyway, they will not stop their busy harvest until they reach the limit agreed upon by Daro Er and Mustafa.
As night fell, the sound of deep sleep came from the second floor where Luo Er lived. Lao Cui and Zhou Guangdao, who were guarding downstairs, silently looked at each other, looked at the machine gun whistle on the roof, and walked out silently. Courtyard; The officer was really tired, but fortunately Zhang Zhuowen found some red wine, and the three of them were able to drink a little while watching outside.
Luo Er, who had been sleeping for an unknown period of time, woke up suddenly with a profuse sweat. The delicate red cross on his left wrist had turned purple; in the medical box, there were more than a dozen lead boxes and the uranium metal in the boxes. The mine disappeared silently.
?? Wipe the sweat on your forehead, Luo ??I suddenly discovered that the dull feeling in the afternoon disappeared with the sweat all over my body, and a kind of relief after a fever made my mind light and clear.
Subconsciously looking at the medicine box again, his expression changed for the duration of a cigarette, and then he opened his mouth with emotion and giggled silently, "Okay, okay, you can't be a good man without crying or making trouble. It's really a wise saying. "
There is a square medicine box with a capacity of 500 cubic meters. A large purple-red cross badge appears in the center. In two neat rows of grooves below the badge, there are two potions at the top and bottom. The green and black are clearly inserted in the grooves. inside.
The firearm supplies, medicines, and oil stored in the medical box are still neatly piled in the corner and disappeared without accident.
Counting these grooves, there are ten in a row, a total of twenty positions for preparing medicines, it is almost dazzling Luo Er's eyes. "Twenty, twenty potions, hahaha, I'm rich," he muttered, and Chief Luo couldn't sleep anymore.
After taking off the four potions, Luo Er, shirtless, jumped off the bamboo bed, rushed to the window in two steps, stretched his head and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Old Cui, Lao Cui, where did he die?"
In the open space outside the courtyard, next to the dark red fire, Lao Cui was holding a wine bottle and chatting quietly with Zhang Zhuowen. He was startled by Luo Er's shout, and the bottle almost fell into the fire. went.
When he heard clearly that the officer was shouting and quickly dropped the bottle, Lao Cui didn't bother to say hello to Zhang Zhuowen, got up and ran into the yard. Zhou Guangdao, who was patrolling in the distance, had also arrived.
Standing in the yard, Lao Cui and Zhou Guangdao looked up at Luo Er. After hearing the officer's order, they were dumbfounded. Looking for prisoners? It seems that there are no prisoners this time, and there are still twenty. What kind of thing is this at two o'clock in the morning?
"I just want the result. The process is your business. Ma Liu handles it." Luo Er stood in front of the window with his arms akimbo, picked up a cigar and put it in his mouth. A light yellow flame lit up, "I'll give you two fifteen dollars." minute,"
It is no longer a secret in the special operations team that Luo Er keeps bringing in prisoners and missing prisoners, especially the weird potion, which has long made Lao Cui and Zhou Guangdao speculate, but they really didn't dare to ask for confirmation.
Having followed Commander Luo for a long time, the two guys were also fierce characters. Seeing the indifferent expression on Luo Er's face, they responded loudly, lowered their heads and ran out of the courtyard.
"Old Cui, Brother Zhou, are you two in trouble?" Zhang Zhuowen, who looked drunk, couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. He leaned on his sleeping bag, looked at the two sad guys with a smile, and glanced at them carelessly. The Japanese pilot beside him was already asleep and unconscious.
"Hey, sir, you're too energetic. It's so late at night, where are we going to find twenty people?" Lao Cui glanced at Zhou Guangdao beside him. Originally, the unlucky errand was his own, but Zhou Guangdao ran it. Too soon, there is help now.
"It's hard to find someone," Zhang Zhuowen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he stretched out two fingers lazily, "Two camel cigarettes, I have an idea,"
"Deal, there are still thirteen minutes." Regarding Zhang Zhuowen's friendly price, Zhou Guangdao agreed without waiting for Lao Cui to counter-offer. Anyway, he only needed to offer a cigarette. The officer was happy, and the benefits were doubled. land to give.
Zhang Zhuowen, with a red face, lit up a cigarette with a smile, blew out a smoke ring, and raised his chin towards the militia patrol in the distance, "No, call a patrol and leave twenty people behind." It¡¯s done,¡±
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Click, click, click, a platoon-level patrol team of thirty people staggered over, their swaying appearance was obviously caused by drinking a lot of wine.
Soon, the patrol was intercepted by Zhou Guangdao, and the extra ten people were sent away. Twenty people followed Lao Cui and walked into the original Moro headquarters.
When the adjourned Zhou Guangdao also walked into the yard, the American pilot huddled in his sleeping bag next to the fire, grinding his teeth and muttering, turned over and fell into a deep sleep.
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Early the next morning, Luo Er boarded the helicopter and returned to Isabella. (To be continued)</dd> - 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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