In this world, the one who least wants to negotiate with Hamid is Wanlong Temple.
Wanlong Palace suffered heavy losses this time on Hamid, and the entire mercenary world was watching their jokes. If Wanlong Palace and Hamid were not talking about it at this time, wouldn’t it be embarrassing to grandma’s house?
However, Chen Zhonglei also knew very well that the real leader of this matter was the government army. If they were willing to negotiate but they disagreed, it would instead cause conflicts between Wanlong Palace and the government army.
If they continue to do so, let alone killing Hamid to take revenge, the government forces may turn against each other, and even the land they promised before will be gone.
If that is true, Wanlong Palace will be too passive. And the fucking thing is that they cannot seek revenge on the government forces.
Because mercenaries are only species in the gray area, if they dare to fight directly with the government forces of any country, it will inevitably arouse international public outrage.
So, in this case, he could only find a way to stabilize the government forces, otherwise once the government forces decide to negotiate, he would be unable to make the situation come true.
But just when the government commander had promised Chen Zhonglei to wait for a few more days, the intermediary sent him a few photos.
In several photos, Hamid stood in different mountain tunnels, with various materials piled up behind him.
The middleman also sent a voice message for Hamid, which was recorded by Hamid himself. "You must think that my supplies are very scarce now. I will let you see my strategic reserves now. Whether you believe it or not, I will do it.
I would like to remind you that this is only part of my strategic reserve! If you want to talk, please consider it carefully!"
When the government commander saw these photos, he immediately felt his blood pressure doubled in an instant!
It is no exaggeration to say that Hamid showed more strategic reserves than the entire government army!
The government troops are now so poor that they are in short supply of supplies. But Hamid is different. Hamid's supplies are piled up like mountains, and there are countless food, drink and food!
Moreover, Hamid deliberately displayed the seized weapons and equipment. The two thousand advanced American-style equipment in Wanlong Hall alone was enough to make him feel numb.
At this moment, he understood one thing.
This battle cannot be fought at all!
So he came to Chen Zhonglei's office again with a dark face. The first sentence he said after entering the door was: "I have decided that I will have a peace talk with Hamid this afternoon. If you Wanlong Palace does not participate
, Then I will talk to them myself, and after the talk we will withdraw our troops!"
Chen Zhonglei was immediately overwhelmed and blurted out: "Didn't we agree to wait a few more days? Why don't you have any credibility at all?"
"Creditative?" The other party threw his phone in front of him in anger and said coldly: "You kept saying that Hamid couldn't hold on for too long, you can see it yourself. Is this what you said you can't hold on for too long?"
Chen Zhonglei frowned, picked up the other party's cell phone and looked at it a few times, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly!
He really didn't expect that Hamid had such a huge strategic reserve.
Just by looking at his reserves, it is not a problem to stick to it for a year.
So he asked, "Where did these photos come from?"
The other party said coldly: "This is all sent by Hamid himself!"
Chen Zhonglei's expression was gloomy and he said gritting his teeth: "Hamid is bringing our army!"
As he said that, he said, "In this way, it is no longer possible for me to decide whether to negotiate or not. I will report to our palace master immediately, and he will decide everything!"
The other party said disdainfully: "I don't care about you, I'll just come and tell you. I've made an agreement with the other party that at three o'clock this afternoon, Hamid's negotiator will arrive at the military camp by helicopter. Then I will
I will hold peace talks with him in person, regardless of whether you participate or not!"
After saying that, he took his cell phone back from Chen Zhonglei's hand and turned around and left.
Chen Zhonglei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then immediately took out his satellite phone and dialed it to Wan Pojun who was far away in Yanjing.
At this time, Wan Pojun was in the old house of Wan family, looking at the dozens of cheap coffins piled up in the yard with great satisfaction.
These coffins are made of thin and rotten broken wooden boards.
Although the whole body is covered with extremely inferior red paint, the gaps on the coffin board that are enough to be stuffed into one dollar coins can also be seen.
Moreover, this inferior paint smells very pungent, and even in an open air environment, it makes people feel a little uncomfortable in eyes and throat.
Looking at so many cheap coffins, Wan Pojun asked Lu Haotian with a very satisfied smile: "Haotian, where did you buy this pile of rotten wood? I have lived for more than 20 years and have never seen it yet.
Such a bad coffin..."
Lu Haotian smiled and said, "Go back to the palace master, these coffins are really hard to find. I took people to the poorest mountainous areas and asked the old carpenter there to make them overnight..."
As he said that, he knocked on the coffin board of one of the coffins and smiled: "People say that the thicker the coffin board, the better. But the thickness of the coffin board is not as thick as that of the rural bed board. The old carpenter told me,
Although they are poor mountainous areas, no one in the mountains is willing to use such inferior coffins. They would rather go up the mountain and cut trees and save enough thick wood to ask the carpenter to make a coffin than sleep with this kind of rag. It is said that such rags are all rags.
It is specially prepared for those old poor households without children, with a few hundred yuan apiece."
"Okay, very good." Wan Pojun nodded with satisfaction and said, "The day before the Qingming Festival, you bring enough people to deliver these coffins to the Ye family! If the Ye family is willing to take the initiative to hand over Ye Ling
The mountain was given out and took the initiative to dig out the coffins of Ye Changying and all the ancestors of the Ye family to make room for my parents. And if the whole family wears mourning clothes to welcome my parents' coffin to Yeling Mountain and penetrate into the soil, I can spare their lives.
If they don't want to, these coffins will be regarded as the meeting gift I prepared for them!"
Lu Haotian was secretly surprised and couldn't help asking: "The Lord of the Palace, let the Ye family take the initiative to dig out the coffin of their ancestors and then wear mourning for your parents. Can the Ye family accept this great shame?"
Wan Pojun said expressionlessly: "If they accept it, I will save them a life; if they do not accept it, then these coffins will be prepared for them!"
Lu Haotian asked him: "District Master, if the Ye family agreed to your conditions, what would you do with Ye Changying? After all, he has been dead for so many years."
Wan Pojun said coldly: "I have already planned Ye Changying's fate. After my parents moved to Yeling Mountain, I will use my own hands to crush Ye Changying's bones and raise them ashes in front of my parents' grave! Let my parents
In the spirit of heaven, I finally held the deep blood hatred for them!"
At this moment, Wan Pojun's orderly soldier ran over with a satellite phone and blurted out: "Lord of the Palace! The phone number of the Green-Eyed Wolf King! He said there is something important to report to you!"
Wan Pojun frowned and said sternly: "Then he would better tell me any good news!"