Hearing that Mordeamon suddenly sent people over, Palu was obviously a little nervous and hurriedly shouted: "Quick, send them out and hide them!"
"yes!"
Everyone in the room started to move.
"You guys, go this way."
The soldiers led Xing Yao and others quickly to the door, preparing to put them in other hidden places.
At this moment, not far from the door, an angry shout rang out: "What kind of bullshit meeting are you having? I didn't see any of you soldiers on the front line! Get out of the way...!"
"brush!"
The head of the guard regiment hurriedly walked in, saluted General Palu with a military salute, and then winked at him to indicate that he was outside the door.
"Damn it!" General Palu hurriedly waved his hand to the head of the guard: "Hurry! Hide them in the corridor behind! Hurry!"
"yes!"
Time was running out, so the head of the guard could only drag Xing Yao and his group of eight people, and hurriedly walked to the back of the command room.
Behind is a dug corridor, simple but deep, about two or three meters wide.
Xing Yao and the others got in. The head of the guard stood inside the door and ordered his men: "Send them inside! Quick, quick, quick!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stayed in the corridor with another guard. Immediately afterwards, he loosened the holster lock of the pistol at his waist, opened the safety, and then clasped his hands behind his back, observing vigilantly.
There is movement outside, in case Mordeamon's people discover what's going on here.
"Walk!"
The remaining 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, silence! Silence!"
Xing Yao nodded and looked around. There were some boxes stacked in the corner of the corridor, probably supplies.
"Quick, come and sit down!"
Outside, Palu hurriedly gave instructions and asked his officers to sit down next to him, pretending to be in a meeting.
As soon as preparations were made here, the door curtain outside the camp was opened. A staff officer from Mordeamon's staff group, about fifty years old, had his hands behind his back, and was accompanied by a regimental commander and four accompanying people.
The officer stepped inside.
General Palu's palms were sweaty, but with a smile on his face, he said politely to the other party: "Advisor Sid, it's you who are here. Please take a seat."
Although he was just a staff officer, the other party came on behalf of Morde Amon, so Palu still maintained a certain degree of courtesy and respect.
Sid looked around, then walked up to General Palu, gave him a military salute, 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 the purpose of your coming here! It seems to me that your troops may be here for tourism,
There is a battlefield observation of 20,000 people behind our position! The soldiers in front of us are bleeding and fighting! But your troops are hiding behind, holding not weapons but military binoculars, looking at everything around them
Indifferent! We are an alliance, but I don’t know why you are doing this!”
The other party's tone was filled with strong dissatisfaction, even a little excited. After all, General Palu's troops had indeed been assisting in setting up defenses in the rear. Although there were losses, compared to Mod Amon's troops, these losses were almost negligible!
This selfish and passive way of fighting aroused the anger of the entire Mordeamon tribe.
Palu remained calm and comforted: "Advisor Sid, please calm down, and please convey to Mordeamon that you must not doubt the friendship and cooperation between us. My troops are also preparing for the
Counterattack, at this moment, we are convening a military meeting to discuss countermeasures for this matter."
Sid felt that Palu was deliberately delaying, so he said very bluntly: "General Palu, I don't want to hear your explanations now. I just want to understand 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 the discussion was going on outside, in the corridor, Xing Yao was leaning against the wall and continuing to observe the situation here.
At this time, two soldiers were left here at the corner, one facing the outside and the other facing the inside, responsible for monitoring every move of outsiders like them.
Xing Yao lowered his head for a moment, glanced outside the corner and then withdrew his gaze.
After thinking about it in his mind, Xing Yao waved his hand at Lao Qian next to him and shouted in a low voice: "Lao Qian, Lao Qian!"
Lao Qian walked over and said in a low voice: "The horse rider is quite nervous. I don't know who is coming from outside."
Because when Parlu and Sid talked, they all used the local language, so Lao Qian couldn't understand it very well and was a little confused.
Xing Yao thought for a moment, turned and shouted to another young man next to him: "Xiao Liang, listen, what are they talking about?"
Xiaoliang 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 in his hands and squatted on the ground. After listening carefully for a while, he grinned at Xing Yao and said, "From what I heard, I guess this Palu is also an old actor. Tian Tianguang is squatting behind him."
Don't let the troops press forward, because Mordeamon is worried, and the people he sent are getting angry."
Hearing this, Xing Yao nodded, his head started racing again, and he said: "Fuck, it seems that these rebel forces are not united within themselves, and each has their own agenda."
The soldier who was responsible for monitoring them at the door also couldn't understand Chinese and didn't know what they were saying, but he was afraid that their voices would be heard outside, so he reached out his hand, pushed Xing Yao's back with the muzzle of his gun, and charged at him
He made a silent gesture.
Xing Yao glanced at him and said nothing.
At this time, Sid's loud shout could still be heard outside the door: "No matter how you explain it, I must see your soldiers today and ask them to put down those telescopes and run to the battlefield ahead with their guns...
"
General Palu was still trying his best to comfort him: "Advisor Sid, we also have our difficulties..."
Hearing the quarrel outside, Xing Yao reached out and stabbed Lao Qian.
Lao Qian looked back at him with a puzzled look on his face.
Xing Yao stretched out his hand and made a pistol gesture towards him.