Wind Rises in Dragon City

Guarda area, in General Palu's camp.

Hearing that Morde Amon suddenly sent someone over, Palu was obviously a little nervous, and hurriedly shouted: "Quick, send them out and hide!"

"yes!"

Everyone in the room moved.

"You guys, go this way."

The soldiers took Xing Yao and the others and walked quickly to the door, preparing to settle them in other hidden places.

At this moment, not far from the door, a somewhat angry shout sounded: "What kind of **** meeting? I didn't see any of your soldiers on the front line! Get out of the way...!"

"brush!"

The head of the guard regiment hurried in, saluted General Palu, and then gave him a wink, indicating that he had already arrived outside the door.

"Damn it!" General Palu hurriedly waved at the head of the guards: "Quick! Hide them in the corridor behind! Hurry up!"

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Time was running out, and the head of the guard could only drag Xing Yao and his group of eight to the back of the command room in a very hasty manner.

Behind is a dug corridor, simple and deep, about two or three meters wide.

Xing Yao and the others got in, and the head of the guard stood inside the door, ordering his subordinates: "Send them inside! Hurry up!"

After the words fell, he himself brought another guard and stayed in the corridor without moving. Immediately afterwards, he released the holster lock of the pistol at his waist, and opened the safety again. Then, with his hands behind his back, he vigilantly observed the movement outside, in case Mord Amon's people discovered the situation here.

"Walk!"

The rest of the soldiers continued to push Xing Yao and the others through the dark and long corridor, and stopped at the corner.

One of the soldiers pointed to the corner and said to Xing Yao and the others: "Right here, be silent! Be silent!"

Xing Yao nodded and looked around. There are some boxes piled up in the corner of the corridor, which may be supplies or the like.

"Quick, come and sit down!"

Outside, Palu gave a hasty order to let the officers under him sit down beside him, pretending to be in a meeting.

As soon as this side was ready, the curtain outside the camp was lifted. A staff member of the Mord Amon Staff Group, who looked about fifty years old, walked inside with his hands behind his back, leading a regiment leader, and four accompanying officers.

General Palu's hands were covered with sweat, but with a smile on his face, he said politely to the other party: "Counselor Sid, you are here, please sit down."

Although he was just a staff officer, the other party came on behalf of Mod Amon, so Palu still maintained a certain degree of politeness and respect.

Sid looked around for a while, then walked up to General Palu, first saluted him, then sat down, and said straight to the point: "Dear General Palu, first of all, I'm sorry for interrupting. Your military meeting. But please forgive my rudeness, I don't know what the meaning of your military meeting is, or even what you are here for! It seems to me that your troops may be here for tourism, There is a field observation of 20,000 people behind our positions! The soldiers in front of us are bleeding and fighting! Your troops are hiding behind, holding not weapons, but military binoculars, watching everything around Indifference! We are an alliance, but I don't know why you guys are doing this!"

The other party's tone was strongly dissatisfied, even a little excited. After all, General Palu's troops have indeed been assisting in the defense of the rear. Although there are also losses, compared with Mod Amon's troops, this loss is almost negligible!

This selfish, negative way of fighting has attracted the anger of the entire Morde Amon Department.

Palu maintained his composure, and comforted him: "Counselor Sid, please calm down, and please convey to Mord Amon, don't doubt the friendship and cooperation between us. My troops are also preparing Counterattack, at this moment, we are also holding a military meeting to discuss countermeasures for this matter."

Sid felt that Palu was procrastinating on purpose, so he said very bluntly: "General Palu, I don't want to hear your explanations now, I just want to find out why you are hiding behind and not fighting! If you want to counterattack , then give me a clear time..."

"The situation here is like this..."

While talking outside, in the corridor, Xing Yao leaned against the wall and continued to observe the situation here.

At this time, there were two soldiers at the corner, one facing the outside and the other facing the inside, responsible for monitoring every move of these outsiders.

Xing Yao poked his head slightly, glanced outside the corner and then looked away.

After thinking about it in his mind, Xing Yao waved his hand at the old Qian next to him, and shouted in a low voice: "Old Qian, old Qian!"

Old Qian walked over, and also said in a low voice: "The one who is on the horse is quite nervous, and I don't know who is coming from outside."

Because when Palu talked with Sid, he used the local language, so Lao Qian didn't understand well and was a little confused.

Xing Yao thought for a while, then turned his head and shouted at another young man next to him, "Xiao Liang, listen, what are they talking about?"

Xiao Liang is the translator in the team. He has lived in the Laomo area for many years and is very familiar with the language here.

At this time, he put his hands together, squatted on the ground, and after listening carefully for a while, he grinned at Xing Yao and said, "I heard that, I guess this Palu is also an old actor, Tian Tianguang is squatting behind Now, don’t let the troops press forward, and make Mord Amon anxious, the people he sent are getting angry.”

Hearing this, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Xing Yao nodded, his head was spinning again, and he said: "Fuck, it seems that these rebel forces are not united internally, and each has their own schemes. "

The soldiers who were in charge of monitoring them at the door also couldn't understand Chinese, and didn't know what they were talking about, but they were afraid that their voices would be heard outside, so they stretched out their hands, pushed Xing Yao's back with the muzzle, and rushed at him. He made a silent gesture.

Xing Yao glanced at him and said nothing.

At this time, Sid's loud voice could still be heard outside the door: "No matter how you explain, I must see your soldiers today, let them put down those binoculars, and run to the battlefield ahead with their guns..."

General Palu was still trying his best to comfort him: "Counselor Sid, we also have our difficulties..."

Hearing the quarrel outside, Xing Yao reached out and stabbed the old money.

Old Qian looked back at him with a puzzled look on his face.

Xing Yao stretched out his hand and gestured a pistol gesture at him.