After hearing Mordeamon's words, Santos stared at the other person silently, and he understood the meaning of the other person's words.
Mordeamon crossed his legs, smoked a cigar, and looked at Santos.
This kind of posture and expression is completely not the attitude a subordinate should have when meeting the chief. In fact, the other party showed an undisguised sense of oppression at this moment!
The atmosphere in the entire camp became a little depressing for a while, and no one spoke.
After weighing it in his mind for a long time, Santos clenched his fists under the table, and finally slowly released them.
"Snapped!"
Santos suddenly pulled out his chair and stood up. In front of everyone, he knelt down on one knee directly in front of Morde Amon, bent down and said: "Uncle Morde Amon, in my eyes, you are as good as mine."
My father is as great and as shining. You once helped him conquer the north and south, consolidated Lao Mo's territory, and allowed hundreds of millions of people here to live a peaceful life. Now, although I have become the commander-in-chief, I
I still hope that you can continue to play your role for our hometown and our nation. In my heart, you are the real leader of this regime!"
This sudden scene left many people stunned. Including some officers and guards, they had no idea what was going on.
In their opinion, this is not what a leader should do!
Because this is an absolute disgrace!! It is a rare compromise by the highest authority!
Next to him, Mordeamon was not surprised by Santos' actions, and did not even intend to get up to help him. He just sat calmly on the chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the young chief.
It seems that Mord'amon is regaining his balance from the days when he was groveling and stooping.
Mordeamon did not speak, and Santos kept kneeling there with his head lowered, unable to see his expression clearly.
Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng were sitting aside. Seeing this scene, they felt a little uncomfortable. After all, the leader of their partner had compromised by kneeling down.
Even though they were unhappy, there was nothing they could do now. The two could only remain silent and did not say a word.
After a long time, Mordeamon finally put down his cigar and sighed: "My child, I am old and no longer as brave as I used to be. I am even out of breath when I walk. Now I have to rely on a lot of energy every day.
medicine to maintain my poor health. I really want to lend a helping hand to you. This is my sincere words..."
As Modamon spoke, he turned around and pointed at Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng who were sitting next to him with his cigar-holding fingers: "But what makes me fortunate is that you have friends from other ethnic groups around you. They can help.
You. You don’t need me, a poor old man, anymore, do you? A series of policies you now have with China are all decided by you. You have sufficient political wisdom and courage. As your uncle, I will
You feel happy."
When Santos heard this, he became even more silent.
Zhao Weihu frowned, and Fei Pingsheng secretly clenched his fists.
Modamon paused, took a sip of his cigar, and continued to say to Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng: "Friends who have come from afar, I sincerely welcome you, and I believe others are the same. Look at what you are doing in Lao Mo
What kind of privileges does the area have? Your troops can freely enter and exit any armed defense area, while also holding our most superior supplies, and even owning their own territory here. God witnesses, I feel for your situation.
Be happy, all the people, soldiers, and generals here should salute you."
Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng naturally heard the implication of these words. In addition to the young commander, the old warlord also wanted to put strong pressure on Longcheng.
Fei Pingsheng looked at the situation in the room, weighed it again and again, stood up first, and saluted slightly to Maude Amon: "Dear General Maude Amon, we have always been grateful to the old Mo officers and soldiers for giving us generous conditions and political privileges.
, giving us a place to live. So, I always want to express my gratitude to you!"
Having said this, Fei Pingsheng looked at Santos again, gritted his teeth, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly: "I also thank you for taking care of us all the time! I hope, General Modamon
You can form a deep friendship with the Lao Mo officers and soldiers and the People's Min Army to jointly resist foreign enemies! Because this is not only a matter for overseas Chinese, but also related to the safety of the Lao Mo people! I believe that with your character,
He will carry the heavy responsibility of the nation on his shoulders!"
After saying these words, Fei Pingsheng looked back at Zhao Weihu, and the two looked at each other.
Zhao Weihu understood what Lao Fei meant, and also knew what he needed now, and what the overseas Chinese in Longcheng needed. So he paused, his face turned red, he clenched his steel fists, and then he pushed the chair away and slowly walked toward Mod Amon.
Kneel down on one knee.
The old warlord turned his head and looked at him with his legs crossed.
Zhao Weihu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I also hope that General Morde Amon can fully support us and jointly resist foreign enemies!"
Mordeamon sat there, his eyes slowly sweeping over the three people kneeling on the ground. After a long time, he stood up with a smile, stretched out his hand, helped them up one by one, and said at the same time: "Today it's not just me.
As for your sincerity, my family and my troops have also seen your sincerity. However, I need some time to discuss many things. After all, we have always been an alliance country. Before we can implement a plan, we must get a big deal.
Some people agree."
Santos nodded and said: "Of course, dear uncle."
Everyone sat back on their chairs, and Modamon continued: "Tomorrow, my chief of general staff will be here to discuss the relevant details with you."
"Thank you very much." Santos said with a smile: "I hope we have a good start."
…
An hour later, everyone ended the meeting and left the camp.
Mordeamon got into his military vehicle, and the chief of general staff next to him finally asked: "General, what do you think of this matter?"
Modamon leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and said: "I think Santos and the Chinese have given us enough respect. It is obvious that he needs us very much... In fact, it is also important to start negotiations with the Chinese District.
It's a good choice, but it depends on what kind of price they can give us, at least it should be much higher than the first district, because our negotiating position will always be after the Santos regime. We must strive for our absolute
rights, because our armed forces can determine the outcome of the Lao Mo battlefield and even the Longcheng battlefield! Obviously, Santos and the Chinese have also seen this."
The chief of general staff nodded.
"Dip Lingling!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang. Mordeamon picked up the phone and asked in a low voice: "Hello?"
Kang Dinghuang's voice rang out from the microphone: "Dear General Mord'Amon, I heard that a lot of things happened in the Lao Mo area today."
After hearing this, Mordeamon paused, but quickly said with a smile: "Yes, I met him, but it was just a casual chat. The war is coming, and we need to calm down the young commander.
Come down."
Kang Dinghuang said very directly: "General Modamon, you can't take my money and at the same time express goodwill to Santos."
Mordeamon said firmly: "Don't worry, our friendship is better than anything else."
Kang Dinghuang nodded and said: "I hope so, we are also going to launch a general offensive here."
The cunning Mordeamon immediately replied: "I have been waiting for such an opportunity."
…
On the way back, Zhao Weihu, Santos, and Fei Pingsheng were silent. Because they all knew that today was definitely a humiliating day!
After thinking for a long time, Santos turned to Zhao Weihu and said, "Looking back now, what the new General Wang Dingyuan said makes some sense."
Zhao Weihu said with a gloomy face: "...The people I have knelt down are all dead. I hope that this Morde Amon, in the limited time, can give the same reward as today's incident."