As soon as the phone was connected, Wan Pojun asked Chen Zhonglei directly: "Do you have any good news to tell me?"

Chen Zhonglei said nervously: "The Lord of the Palace... Today, Hamid found an intermediary to come over and express his desire to negotiate..."

"Peace talk?" Wan Pojun immediately said angrily: "He and his soldiers are responsible for the more than 2,500 soldiers who died in the Wanlong Palace. I will not accept any other result except to annihilate them all!"

Chen Zhonglei mustered up the courage and said, "The problem now is that we can't bite that Hamid at all. The only way is to stay here. It's not a big deal if we continue like this! Our daily economic losses are very serious, and it's really not worth the effort if we continue like this..."

Wan Pojun sternly said: "As long as you completely encircle them, don't leave any chance to escape, they will be in chaos in the future. Even if they are not in chaos, they will not last long! How can a group of old hats from the mountainous areas of the Middle East fight against us at this time?"

Chen Zhonglei sighed regretfully, "The Lord of the Palace... But the key problem is that Hamid had already stored a huge amount of strategic materials. I dare not say much about anything else. With their current supplies, there is definitely no problem for ten thousand people to last for a whole year, but we can't stay here for a whole year. And now the government forces are going to give up the ball..."

As he said that, Chen Zhonglei reported his current situation in detail to Wan Pojun.

When Wan Pojun heard these situations, he was furious.

He cursed almost angrily: "Chen Zhonglei! My Wanlong Palace has not suffered such a big loss in so many years. I have lost such a big person, and I have not put myself in such a passive situation! You have really broken several records in a row!"

Chen Zhonglei was also full of grievances and said in pain: "Lord of the Palace, I admit that I did underestimate the enemy before. I didn't expect to encounter a decent opponent in Syria. I am willing to accept your punishment at any time. But the key problem now is that Hamid surrounded himself in an iron barrel and prepared a large amount of food supplies. Our 15,000 people are in a dilemma!"

"If the government forces withdraw and only our people are left to surround Hamid, the situation will be even more embarrassing. The government forces will only pay the bills for the mercenaries who work for them. After we come, we will not only suffer a defeat, but also go against their wishes. They may also turn against us because of this, and then it will be more cost-effective..."

Wan Pojun was so angry that he wanted to go to Syria in person to tear Hamid the body, because he knew that as long as Hamid died, his armed forces would be completely disintegrated and all problems would be solved by then.

However, when he looked at the cheap coffin piled up in front of him, he couldn't help but warn himself that he must not be distracted at this critical moment.

He thought to himself: "Although I am very sure that I can kill that Hamid without knowing it, but now it is not a few days before Qingming Festival, and time is really too urgent! Even if I set out from China to Syria, it will take at least thirty hours just to spend on the road!"

"If I am delayed due to some factors that I cannot foresee, I will not be able to go to Yeling Mountain in person on the Qingming Festival!"
Chapter completed!