Di Cheng basically forgot about Soroda and downplayed the Golden Crescent. In his concept, he only regarded it as a drug base and a "big treasure house" that could provide Tianmen with drug supplies. He only did not consider military armament.
But since Soroda replaced his brother as the warlord, with Tianmen's financial support, weapons provision, and regular personnel training, this unpopular warlord has regained its vitality and exerted far-reaching influence. During this period,
Within a year and a half, Soroda not only regained the territory it had been forced to give up, but also continued to expand outwards, taking away a large number of poppy plantations.
The upgrading of weapons, the special training of troops, and the arrival of a large number of Tianmen instructors have allowed Soroda's warlord troops to complete their transformation, growing from "wild troops" who only know how to raise guns and shoot to those who understand tactics and cooperation.
The "regular troops" whose comprehensive strength far exceeds that of other warlords have become the well-deserved Jin Xinyuexin's strongest armed force!
Its territorial scope, number of troops, logistics materials, etc. are all the best in the Golden Crescent! More than three months ago, it successfully withstood the joint attack of the other four overlord warlords, shocking the entire Golden Crescent and surrounding areas.
area.
Although Soroda Warlord may not be ranked very well on the black list, in the eyes of international forces, especially some underworld organizations involved in drug business, he has become the most popular figure.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable for Anne to propose using the "Warlord Soroda" as a surprise move. And she is not afraid that Soroda will not agree. First, his son is still in Tianmen; second, there are brainwashed people in his army.
There are quite a few people, especially the generals who are in charge of the military.
The Saints were very excited. Di Cheng's status rose again in their hearts. The surprise brought by this young man was beyond imagination. Yu Wenchuan and others silently made up their minds, this ally...
Already!!!
More than half an hour later, the sandstorm raged through, leaving behind devastation and a mess on the ground. The entire Baikun City had completely changed. Houses collapsed and yellow sand was everywhere. Wood, clothes, bricks and tiles, and various daily necessities were all in the city.
It's all over the place. It might be a bit exaggerated to say it's become a garbage dump, but it's not much different.
After confirming that the sandstorm had left, the people who stayed in the air-raid shelter quickly climbed out. However, the first thing was not to clean up the yellow sand, but to gather all the young and strong laborers, carrying shovels, and rushed outside Baikun City, and some of them looked for the original three-party coalition troops stationed there.
They dug out the supplies and weapons they had abandoned in their haste to escape and transported them back to the city. Some of them dug canals in lakes several miles away to divert water, and at the same time sent convoys to the nearest towns to buy food and solve the problem that had troubled them for half a month.
long-standing life problems.
Baikun City fell into noise and chaos, and they had to complete these two tasks as quickly as possible, otherwise their work would be in vain once Tomahawk and other troops came back again.
At this moment, hundreds of miles away in the Gobi Desert, the huge convoy of the three-party coalition forces was still speeding, because the sandstorm behind was still rolling forward. Although the momentum had obviously weakened, the destructive power should not be underestimated. They had to force it.
Enduring his resentment, he stepped on the accelerator and ran forward, not caring about the saint troops in Baikun City for the time being.
Running all the way, dejected all the way, nearly an hour and a half later, when the sandstorm weakened to no threat, when the desert returned to quietness, and when the hot sun baked the earth, the convoy stopped one after another. However, due to the rush of running before, a large number of
The food, buckets, guns and ammunition were all left outside Baikun City. They had no choice but to wait patiently and notify the EO headquarters to transport backup supplies here as quickly as possible. Prepare to fight back to Baikun again.
City, completely wipe out the saints. This time, there will be no more games!
However……
Before the new supplies could arrive, an unexpected news suddenly came, which shocked Aihovilla and other senior officials of the temple to the point of feeling dizzy and almost fainting!
Southern European continent, north of the Mediterranean Sea, central Italy, the Vatican City, a country within a country!
When the sky and the earth returned to darkness, when the bustling city fell into silence, the religious summer resort on the surface, the actual headquarters of the temple, the palace of Aihovilla... Castle Gandolfo suddenly ushered in a group of mysterious people.
Guests, a group of bloodthirsty devils.
In this sacred religious hall, in the headquarters of this temple, in front of this sacred cross, souls are wailing, life is struggling, miserable screams, angry roars, helpless wailings... resounding throughout the night sky!
Scarlet blood splattered everywhere, dyeing this significant palace red, dyeing the square with ancient heritage red, and dyeing the sad night red!
Due to the large number of troops stationed in Africa such as Aihowela, the number of remaining guards has been reduced to a minimum. In addition, coupled with the turmoil in Chakal Canyon half a month ago, a large number of troops were forced to be separated, leaving the most important headquarters with less than 500 people to guard it.
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In their subconscious minds, they simply did not believe that someone would come to challenge the majesty of the temple and dare to disturb the peace of "God". But...it's coming! It's really coming! It's coming so fast, so crazy, so bloody and cruel, this
Is it an attack? This is a massacre! This is a massacre!
The blood and corpses on the ground are displayed in front of the sacred cross. Is this a cry to the gods? Or is it a blasphemy against God?
Who will save, who will resist, who will forgive?!!
Poof! The giant ax slashed and blood splattered. After resisting tenaciously for half an hour, the captain of the temple guard died suddenly on the spot. He was split in half alive, and his internal organs and blood rolled to the ground. The scene was cruel and terrifying.
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The last one! The last guard who resisted tenaciously fell miserably and became one of the corpses on the ground!
The once glorious and sacred hall has now become a blood-stained hell. The fishy smell replaced the rich fragrance of flowers and became the main component in the air, creating the best bloody rendering for tonight's massacre.
"You...you are...who...Italian" Archbishop Nibu was pinned down in the bloody water by two strong men, biting and roaring. His usual magnanimity and elegance had completely disappeared, replaced by endless anger.
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"These words really make my old friend sad, Nibu, you really don't know me? Italian, the following is omitted." On the golden seat that should belong to the master of the palace, a middle-aged man reclines lazily, with thin cheeks and skin.
He was withered and yellow, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked like he couldn't nourish himself. Only his extremely sharp eyes showed his unique identity.
Inside and outside the hall, thousands of European and American strong men were all humble, leaning slightly forward, with unabashed reverence and enthusiasm in their expressions! And the only person who can be so respectful to these unruly blood disciples is naturally the one sitting on the golden seat
That skinny middle-aged man.
Nibu struggled hard, but was held down by several big men. He could only raise his head slightly and look up, but... he didn't know him! He really didn't know him! There was no such person in his memory, especially this person.
The deep-seated hatred for the temple made him angry and confused at the same time.
"I really don't know you?" The middle-aged man opened his mouth and took the grapes from the girl next to him, shaking the red wine glass in his hand.
"No matter who you are! Today's revenge will be repaid by our temple a hundred times a thousand times! Just wait, wash your head and wait!!"
"...Wait..." The man suddenly looked a little dazed and sighed: "Eighteen years, I have been waiting for eighteen years."
"Who the hell are you?!" Nibu struggled violently and roared.
The look of reminiscence faded away, and the man showed a bright smile that made people feel good. However, in this hellish hall, the smile that should have been charming actually made people feel horrified: "Eighteen years ago, you attacked me sneakily and severely injured me.
He killed me and then threw me into prison, where he tortured and ravaged me endlessly. I remember that there was Aihovira, Cassius, and you at that time! The last sword seemed to be stabbed by you. Think about it, think about it carefully
, but you still have an impression?"
Eighteen years ago? Sneak attack? Imprisonment?
Nibu frowned and thought carefully, but it had been eighteen years, how could he still remember so far away.
The man's smile deepened, and he seemed to be getting happier, but in fact his eyes were cold: "Let me remind you again, back then, Aihovilla was not the master of the temple, and you were not the archbishop; back then, we visited the temple many times as guests. 10
For eight years, the place where I lived was called...Chahar...Grand Canyon..."
"Chahar?" Nibu's heart suddenly moved, and an almost forgotten name emerged in his mind. After a moment, the angry expression slowly melted away, and then was replaced by surprise, his pupils slowly dilated, and his mouth opened: "You? It's you
?Are you still alive?"
"Hehe...hehehe...haha...hahaha..." The man looked at Nibu intently, first he laughed softly, then the sound got louder and louder, and finally he laughed wildly, clenching his right hand.
The wine glass broke loudly, the red wine dripped, like scarlet blood, and a crisp sound exploded in the hall!
"Remember? Haha!! I'm still alive? I'm still alive! I, Sardin, am still alive!! Alive!!!"
Looking at the man in front of him who was laughing crazily, more than a thousand European and American men armed with machine guns and steel knives knelt on one knee, put their right hands on their chests, and roared in the hall that should have belonged to the temple. With the loudest voice,
In the most shocking way, they welcomed the return of their leader: "Angel Blade, welcome the return of the boss! We and other five major tribes swear by our lives to dedicate our souls to you, and we will never abandon you in this life!"
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