Dragoon fighter

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The Bedouin was trembling all over. Even the great elder who was indifferent to this interview couldn't help but widen his eyes and stared at the links on the ground that were connected into a series of strong iron chains just now.

In the eyes of the Dragon Knight, these indigenous desert nomads are almost no different from primitive people.

Trying to imprison him like this is simply a dream.

"You, you are the devil, you used magic! It must be, you, the heretic, should be burned to death and stoned." . .

The second elder, Muertezi, began to speak incoherently. He had known that he should have sentenced the other party to death by stoning (stoning to death).

The magic he was talking about was not elemental magic in the usual sense, but the devil's sorcery, a very evil kind.

The punishment of dismembering the body with camels was already an unfair sentence for him to use the power of the elders. It was almost the same as shooting the opponent, and even more cruel.

This was a judgment made against an unrelated stranger, and naturally no one else in the Bedouin tribe would question or object.

Under normal circumstances, when resolving irreconcilable conflicts, the Bedouin will often give both parties a machete, use life and death combat to resolve conflicts, and use blood and life to resolve grievances.

But the other party accepted it without hesitation. . .

When the Bedouin looked at the dragon knight with a bloodthirsty and mocking sneer, his limbs were restrained by iron chains, and at the same time, he began to urge the camels in four directions.

What I didn't expect at all was that this vicious sentence that agreed to kill the other party was completely ineffective on the other party. It was not even more threatening than four straw ropes tied to four chickens.

On the contrary, his camel cavalry was made disgraced and struggling on the ground. One person even had his legs pinned down and could not escape.

This is great. The other party was unharmed, but the Bedouin was completely disgraced.

According to what the second elder Murtaz just said. Now that the other party has accepted his punishment, no matter what the result is, he no longer has the right to retaliate against the other party, even if he is an elder who speaks the truth in the tribe.

"That's enough, Murtaz! Your revenge is over."

The first elder suddenly spoke. He was the greatest authority in the tribe. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone shut up. Even if the second elder was unwilling, he could only keep silent.

"Master Alimu, they are just outsiders! If they are not given a severe punishment, more people will ignore the authority of us Bedouins in the desert."

The second elder, Muertezi, bowed to the first elder, keeping his posture extremely low.

"You have been punished! Bedouin have Bedouin rules!"

Although they ignored the government and the law, the Bedouins still had their own set of customary rules of survival. The first elder did not agree to the second elder's intention to continue revenge.

"Yes! The omniscient and omnipotent Lord Alimu!"

The second elder, Murtez, glared at Lin Mo angrily but was helpless. In the tribe, the words of the first elder were the true and supreme truth.

"This foreign warrior, you have won the respect of our Bedouin people!"

The great elder Alimu nodded slightly towards the dragon knight, indicating that the gap between the two sides would be opened.

"God. He, he really did it!"

Liu Disheng naturally understood what an unreasonable nation the Bedouin were, but he saw the miracle with his own eyes.

Oh no!

Two miracles!

The first miracle was Lin Mo's terrifying power, which allowed him to overturn four strong camels with one person. The second miracle was that he actually used his bravery to conquer those barbaric Bedouin people.

These Bedouins really worship the strong to the core, and even the most powerful second elder in the tribe had to succumb to this worship.

Where did this Molin come from? If he could climb this big tree. Maybe your business can make a qualitative leap? Liu Disheng was thankful that his performance just now was quite satisfactory.

It is really not easy to get the nickname "Ekellam" recognized by the Arabs. This nickname has really brought him a lot of benefits.

"It's not good! Zhebal is seriously injured and is about to die!"

An armed man covered in blood rushed over on a camel. He yelled angrily.

"What?"

The great elder Ali Mu was startled.

Seriously injured?

What's going on?

I heard just now that everything is fine, right? Still continuing to perform patrol duties, how could he suddenly be seriously injured?

"It's him, these foreigners! I knew they were not good people!"

The second elder, Murtez, suddenly pointed at Lin Mo, Liu Disheng and others in a hoarse voice, his eyes almost turning red.

The mortality rate of children in the harsh desert is alarming. It is not easy to raise a child. Only boys who can protect the tribe when they grow up can survive with limited resources. Many girls are killed when they are just born. Buried alive in the sand and strangled.

This can also be seen from the reaction of the second elder Muertesz how much he loves his youngest son, and he even does not hesitate to kill for him.

After hearing the second elder's words, the nearby Bedouins all raised their AK automatic rifles and aimed them at Liu Disheng and others again, with more guns aimed at Lin Mo.

"No, no, this is a misunderstanding!"

Liu Disheng's expression changed drastically. If he didn't do something, he might be killed by these irrational Bedouins.

"What misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding! The people you brought injured my son. He is now seriously injured and is about to die! Liu Disheng, no matter what background you have, don't even think about stopping me from avenging my son!"

The second elder, Murtaz, snatched an AK47 from the armed men around him and was about to aim it at Lin Mo when he heard the cavalryman who rushed forward and said quickly: "It's not them, it's a group of people who suddenly appeared in the east outside the town." A group of strange attackers, Zhebal was shot, it was a gunshot wound!"

Perhaps considering Zhebal's special status, the patrol team sent the news back as soon as possible.

The scene was completely silent, and the Bedouin armed men were at a loss. The information coming one after another caused a huge difference in their understanding, and they almost crashed.

They originally thought that Lin Mo injured Zhebal, the youngest son of the second elder Murtaz, and died of his injuries, but they did not expect that he was shot.

Obviously, this has nothing to do with the four strangers. They saw each other here with their own eyes and didn't go anywhere, not to mention that they could take out their guns and injure Zhebal again.

"Report to the elders that there are nearly a hundred enemies. Captain Merwan was killed, Captain Gassani was seriously injured, and the patrol suffered heavy casualties. Lord Sahir has brought a hundred brothers to support."

A second cavalryman on a camel rushed over with new news.

"Fight! Fight!"

"Defend Leila! Fight!"

The Bedouins, who have never been afraid of any challenge, are excited. They hold up their automatic rifles with fighting spirit, ready to rush out of the town to fight the enemies to the death, using the enemy's heads to achieve their own bravery.

"You brought the attackers? Tell me, what are your intentions!"

The words brought by the two cavalrymen one after another made the second elder Murtaz stunned. Feeling that his authority was being questioned, he planned to go all the way to the dark side.

The second elder was well-known in the tribe for his vengeful nature, which also made his sons, including Zhebal, very arrogant and domineering.

"Murtez, I think you should calm down. I want to hear their explanation!"

It is undeniable that there is some truth in what the second elder said. The first elder Alimu turned his attention to Liu Disheng, with a hint in his eyes. Smart people don't need too much nonsense.

The great elder Alimu made a gesture, and the two armed men saluted the second elder Murtaz, took back the opponent's weapon and sent him into the previous room to calm down for a while.

The previous gap has been uncovered, but it is not uncommon for patrols to be attacked by other forces, but no one can guarantee that this has nothing to do with Liu Disheng and the others.

"Respected Great Elder, in the name of the true God, I can swear that this has absolutely nothing to do with us. We took a plane alone to the town of Laila just to get back our belongings. We never thought about being with you. It’s all because of human enemies, not to mention that I don’t have any strength to attack this town, and there is no reason or necessity.”

Liu Disheng, who was secretly complaining about the danger, quickly explained. He had no worries in his heart, and his words naturally appeared sincere.

Alimu, the well-known elder, could naturally see this. His eyes turned around on the faces of Isam, the blond technical loli Mahiya and Lin Mo, but he didn't notice anything strange.

He nodded, stretched out his skinny right hand and made a gesture again, and said: "Then, please take a rest first. After we Bedouins have defeated the enemy, I will entertain you well, and maybe we will Maybe there are some common topics.”

The implication is very clear. Lin Mo, Liu Disheng and others were put under house arrest on the spot. If the negotiation goes well and they have a chance to get their things, even if the negotiation goes badly, they will be sent out of the country as gifts, at least no longer. There are worries about life.

This is the great elder's promise, which is more real than real gold.

Liu Disheng looked happy. As long as people are alive, there is still a chance. He quickly saluted and said: "Thank you, the respected elder, we are very willing to accept the hospitality of the Bedouin people!"

Oriental politeness is completely inapplicable in the Middle East. Only generous acceptance is the most correct respect for the other party.

Personal safety has just been guaranteed, and the businessman's natural professional qualities have emerged again.

The Bedouins who control the town of Leila are going to war, and their ammunition consumption will definitely be huge. The AK automatic rifle is simply a bottomless pit that swallows bullets.

If we seize the opportunity to show some kindness now, we might be able to get some business in the future.

Sure enough, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests. (To be continued.)