The three-day wait was an exciting wait for the Al tribe.
Because of Mrs. Farah's gossip, the arms matter finally did not fall into Xia Shang's hands. Lord Al wanted to test him with this matter, but Mrs. Farah turned her away because the matter was serious and unsuitable.
The soldiers of the entire tribe were busy, driving trucks and lords to the dock to pick up the goods, cheering and cheering, while Xia Shang stood in his house and watched all the noise outside that had nothing to do with him.
At this moment, Xia Shang looked more like a lion hiding in the dark, waiting for a fatal blow to its prey at any time. In his eyes, the busyness of these people was all in vain.
He only had one idea in his mind: blow up the arms of the Aer tribe, causing the tribe to perish quickly, leave here, and return to his wife and children. He thought about Tian Yuan, and missed her crazily every day like this.
Outside the door, Mrs. Farah pushed open the door and walked in alone. Her steps were not deliberately gentle, as if she was intentionally reminding Xia Shang of her arrival.
Xia Shang did not look back. After staying in the tribe for a long time, he could naturally distinguish a person with whom he often came in contact through the sound of footsteps and the frequency of footsteps on the ground. He knew that it was Mrs. Farah who came.
"I don't know how you feel now, but I am very happy to see that these scraps of metal can bring about the demise of this tribe. I have been waiting for the demise of the tribe for a long, long time. These arms will bring great benefits to the tribe.
Coming to hope will also bring despair to everyone. Once the people are left with only despair, then the day I have dreamed of will come, and I think it will be the day when you can leave this hellish place with your head held high and strode away from your body."
In this tribe, only Xia Shang and Farah are looking forward to this day. "I bought this bomb at a high price from other tribesmen. We only have this bomb. Are you sure you can blow up the warehouse?"
Xia Shang glanced at the woman a few steps away from him, and without any surprise saw a grenade being held by Mrs. Farah. What did not surprise him was the simplicity of the grenade. This was a grenade that had almost been eliminated.
"It's easy." Shang Rong took the grenade and put it away to explode the munitions. One grenade is enough. You must know that there are flammable substances in the munitions. It only needs one ignition. Those munitions can turn into broken copper in an instant.
Rotten iron, not to mention, without grenades, he had other methods.
The tribe's arms were moved into the warehouse until dusk. The person responsible for transporting the weapons did not stay with the Al tribe, but unloaded the goods and left the port.
This night, the Al tribe held a grand sacrifice to pray for the next war. This is the custom of this tribe, and his actions will take place in the early morning after the sacrifice, when everyone is carnival.
Shangmen, the news of the delivery of the goods came back. Everything was as expected by Shangmen. Shangmen took the initiative to inspect the goods. Even if Lord Al originally wanted to inspect the goods, he still wanted to do it for Shangmen's sake.
Just give me a few glances and a few words of praise.
When Shang Rong got dressed and came downstairs, Tian Yuan was sitting in the living room, flipping through a pregnancy manual in English. In her hand was a cup of fresh hot milk.
Hearing the footsteps going downstairs, she put down the book in her hand, raised her eyes to look at the people who were going downstairs, and stopped the people who were about to go out, "My third uncle's birthday is coming, and I want to go back to Houkeng Village."