Fleger's sudden scream scared Zhou Ming. Although Zhou Ming also felt that the way he arranged himself and his people outside Mexico City was strange to not let him enter the city that day, Zhou Ming didn't expect that they had any conspiracy. You know, the current Indian Revolution has already caused a sensation in the world. At this time, using conspiracy to massacre tens of thousands of Indians is definitely something that a normal person would not do.

Unless the other party already knows that he is a person who has been reborn, he will destroy himself at all costs, but this is a bit too much.

Well, even so, there are countless opportunities in the middle of such a long journey from Yutanca to Mexico City. It’s not reasonable to wait until you get off in Mexico City before taking action. Or maybe they thought of using the excuse of plague to implement quarantine, but they did not hear such news. Moreover, there are reporters in the team, and they did not see them blocking the news.

In just a moment, Zhou Ming thought a lot, but no matter which idea it was, it seemed unrealistic. In the end, Zhou Ming could only ask: Flegg, what plot did you discover?

The Chief is like this. When I came back just now, I saw the Mexican government soldiers distributing new military uniforms and weapons, and they were preparing to overwhelm us in the next military parade.

Flegg then told Zhou Ming everything he saw. In fact, the matter was not complicated. It was just that by coincidence he saw a large truck coming in to distribute new military uniforms to the Mexican soldiers who were traveling with him. Flegg was very surprised by this, so he went to overheard the officer's speech and learned about the news of the military parade that would be held in the future.

After listening to Flegg's description several times, Zhou Ming understood what the so-called military parade news was going on.

In fact, this is not a military parade like the domestic one, it is just a simple entry ceremony. However, since there are many foreign journalists and domestic people watching, it requires some special attention.

The reason is simple. After a huge financial blow, Mexico's government needs to use this so-called ritual to enhance the confidence of the peso.

Since the purpose has been cleared, it is easy to guess. They obviously want to equip their government soldiers with the best weapons and the most conspicuous clothes, and compare them with these ragged Indians to achieve the goal of enhancing Mexico's confidence. But these things are obviously not accomplished in an instant, so in the end they have to wait for an extra day outside Mexico City.

Regarding the explanation given by Zhou Ming, Flegg immediately said dissatisfiedly: What are these damn guys? Are they using us as targets to attack the chief? We must not become the laughing stock of the whole world like this.

In fact, for Zhou Ming, the contract has been reached, and the conflict between the remaining Mexico and the Indians has nothing to do with him. However, listening to Flag's anger, Zhou Ming said to him: We have reached an agreement with them now. If they can inform us in advance, I may ask us to cooperate with them. But now, since they want to cheat us like this, don't blame us for being unethical.

Flegg immediately became full of energy: Then should we steal those guys' clothes and weapons? At least we will not be worse than them during the military parade.

Zhou Ming poured a basin of cold water on him: This is very stupid, because if we do this, wouldn’t it give the Mexican government troops a good excuse? We tore up the ceasefire contract first, and they may not be expected to be expected to do this, otherwise the Mexican soldiers who were isolated from us would not be seen so easily by you.

Flegg then suddenly realized: So that's the case, I almost fell for a fool, but in this case, should we watch them wear the latest military uniforms, get the best weapons, and turn us into laughing stocks.

Zhou Ming shook his head: Of course not, those guys should be the ones who have become laughing stocks

Of course, those bastards who only know how to play such conspiracies behind their backs should be such a big chief. What should we do to prepare for Flegg said loudly, but when he felt that his confidence was raised by Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming's subsequent words made him confused.

There is no need to make any preparations. You should eat and sleep. Even if you have wooden signs that each of your tribes died in the battle of Utanka, just have this one. As for your clothes, don’t sew them. Zhou Ming said.

The wooden signs mentioned by Zhou Ming are actually spiritual cards used by various tribes to record the fallen warriors. After all, in the battlefield of Yutanka, they could not travel a long distance to bring the remains of each warrior back to the tribe for burial, so they cremated on the spot, and then recorded the information with wooden signs. Taking them back as people for burial is the most suitable method. The production of this wooden sign is similar to the spiritual cards that worship ancestors in the ancestral halls in China.

Flegg looked at Zhou Ming in a daze. His first reaction was that he thought he had heard it wrong. How could he be indifferent when he knew that the Mexican government forces had made such preparations?

Zhou Ming knew that Flegg must have thought it was wrong, so Zhou Ming enlightened him: In fact, in many cases, the best is not the best, and only the most suitable one is the best.

If Flegg was just a little surprised before, then he would be messy at this time, and he couldn't understand why the best one was not the best one.

Zhou Ming did not ask him to think carefully about this: If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, do as I said. In addition, you must notify the chiefs of other tribes. I hope our Indian Union is still a whole.

Flegg then realized: Chief, I understand, I will definitely pass your order to the position

At this moment, the Mexican soldiers guarding the valley of the abandoned military camp where the Indians were located were busy distributing their new military uniforms and weapons. Beside them, Jefferson personally led his private army to guard the gap, staring at the direction of the Indians.

Damn, why haven't the Indians moved yet, I have done so well. In order to create the best effect, I have been cruel to pay the damn soldiers out of my pocket to really good weapons, and even given them bonuses. They don't act. Are they idiots? Can't you tell the Mexican government's plan? Or are you willing to be a tool used by the Mexican government?

Sitting in his tent, Jefferson was extremely anxious because everything was as Zhou Ming had guessed before. This time, Flag unexpectedly saw the dressing of Mexican government soldiers and the so-called officer conversations he heard later were actually planned by Jefferson. His purpose was to create hatred of the Indians and let them snatch these things. Only in this way could he have enough reason to open fire on them.

Of course Jefferson is not a racist, and he does not hate these Indians either, but he hates Zhou Ming to death, not only because he snatched Caitlin from his hands, but more importantly, this time during the peace talks, he made himself lose face in front of his staff.

It was precisely this reason that he became more and more angry when he thought about it when he went back. However, because his father did not allow it, he did not dare to act nonsense, so he had to come up with such a solution.

In his opinion, as long as the Indians dare to come out and grab these military uniforms and weapons, he would dare to let his subordinates kill all those people, and finally send people to take advantage of the chaos to kill Zhou Ming. Or even if there is no need to assassinate, it would be fine. He also deployed several rockets on the mountainside, and then directly fired some incendiary bombs and highly lethal rockets at the Indian camp. He would not believe that Zhou Ming had nine lives and could not die.

But the problem now is that these guys are too cowardly. I have already told them about the conspiracy of those damn politicians, but these guys are indifferent.

Jefferson cursed in his heart. He wanted to throw a few grenades into the Indians' camp first, and then let his private army go directly in. Anyway, he slandered these Indians in the end, so why can't he do it?

However, thinking about the consequences of being found, Jefferson gave up. But if you think about it carefully, he only has two thousand private troops. It is no problem to guard the gap and create chaos. But if you have to take the initiative to attack and kill Zhou Ming, it is probably impossible to be anxious. After all, no matter what, there are still tens of thousands of people inside. Unless there are nuclear bombs, it will be difficult to clean it all at once.

Jefferson thought so in his mind, and suddenly his commander came over: Sir, it's already one o'clock in the morning. My investigator told me that most of the Indians in the camp should be asleep, and I'm afraid they won't rush out to steal the government's weapons.

With his commander's words, Jefferson's careful preparation of action could be considered a formal failure, but Jefferson still had a last trace of fantasy.

No, maybe the enemy just wants to wait until the heaviest time of the night to launch my commander. I remember you told me that this time is the easiest time for people to relax their vigilance. So I think they must be waiting for this opportunity, so let's wait patiently. Jefferson said this to his commander.

Of course, the final result was not as Jefferson imagined. The Indians collectively operated nightly, and the sun rose from the horizon the next morning, but the Indian camp in the valley still had no movement he wanted.

At this time, Jefferson was still sitting in his command tent, like a sculpture, but the body of the sculpture was bitten by mosquitoes, and his eyes were still staring at the Indian camp in the valley. His eyes were red and covered with bloodshots, and there seemed to be a lot of stubble growing on his chin overnight, looking extremely decadent and haggard.

His commander sighed and walked up and said: Sir, from last night to now, one hour after another, we have been waiting here for more than ten hours overnight. Now it is dawn, when will we have to wait? Next, the government forces and the Indians will enter Mexico City one after another. I am afraid that what you expect will not happen.

Jefferson just wants to cry now: Zhou Ming, this damn guy, why didn't he take any action? Why did I wait here all night but he slept well? Is he his night watchman?
Chapter completed!