The warm and yellow sun hangs westward at sea level. A tent has been built by the river at the entrance of the Diwada Mountain Mountain. Even the Chinese who were forcibly brought have received hundreds of seized tents, so they can rest assured.

Although he was drooling in this valley where there might be gold mines, Luo Er did not act impulsively, but calmly ordered the camp to be established first and the cordon was drawn.

He did not expect that when a large number of Philippine combat reductions occurred when the militia brigade arrived on this island; this place has a monsoon-type tropical rainforest climate, with high temperature and rainy and high humidity. The thick military boots on the militia were already seriously injured, and they all seemed to be stepping on the steaming kang.

The ubiquitous mosquitoes, leeches, inexplicable insects, and poisonous snakes wandering on the grass on the roadside, exhausted the lively militiamen, and were simply unpredictable; more than a dozen medical soldiers were constantly summoned in the camp, carrying medicine boxes and running around.

Fortunately, the company's platoon cadres were consciously strengthened by Luo Er, and they had strong resistance to mosquitoes and poisonous snakes, and could effectively restrain the team.

Only Luo Er sat on a tree stump without being disturbed by mosquitoes. He did not notice that within a 12-meter radius, the large and small insects hidden deep among the grass were fleeing around quickly, and in a blink of an eye, they fled no more; the deterrent power of harvesting life in the twelve-meter radius was not something these insects could withstand.

The first thing I found out was the secretary and adjutant beside him. These two smart men and women are now in a position to stay away from the boss, at least those annoying mosquitoes and the like. They can no longer see them.

So, Zhang Zhuowen, who was originally quite disdainful of cooking, diligently attacked Luo Ling and kept busy in front of the tent behind Luo Er. Even when he went to the river to fetch water, he ran very fast.

There was also the guard platoon leader Zhou Guangdao. After careful observation, this guy found that mosquitoes were buzzing in the air about ten meters away from the boss. Even though he did not dare to get close, he did not go far away safely and suffered a lot of injuries. Under his arrangement, more than 30 soldiers in the guard platoon were in rotation to protect the boss within ten meters.

After dinner, the three company commanders, as well as Lin Tao, came to Luo Er's tent and discussed with the boss about entering the mountain. When they found out about the gold-headed gold, Luo Er did not inform them, and he didn't want to make a joke, so he would rather wait until he was sure.

Luo Er, wearing a white shirt and military trousers and military boots, looked at the four cadres in front of him and was speechless. The temperature here was 25 or 6 degrees at night. They couldn't blame them for wearing single clothes and sweating profusely.

"Come on. Smoke a cigarette first, everyone has worked hard," there were several enamel jars placed on the ammunition box in front of him. Luo Ling had poured tea; Luo Er smiled and sent cigarettes to everyone, and lit one himself.

"Second brother. When will we enter the mountain?" Before the impatient Lei Biao sat down, he asked first. There were too many mosquitoes here, and the temperature in the mountains was still lower at night.

"Don't worry, your Second Company has a lot of patients, there are more than a dozen, right?" Luo Er took a sip of tea and asked slowly.

When he asked, the four cadres had some fever on their faces. They didn't expect that there would be such a big problem if they changed the place.

"The economy of the Philippines is not comparable to North Korea, it is also considered a rich Asian country," Luo Er pulled the map and laid it on the ammunition box, pointing out, "It is not impossible if they make up their minds and strangle the chaos here."

"Fortunately, their economic circle is in Luzon, which is too far away from here," Luo Er looked at everyone solemnly, "So, in order to occupy this valley, our mission is to support the autonomy of the Moroes, and it is best to keep going in chaos and make profits from the fire."

"The second is to guard this valley and build it into the second Luojia Mountain, which ranges from the valley to the beach. Those who dare to harass you will be killed without mercy." A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Luo Er made a great decision. If there is really a gold mine, it would not be a matter of defending the land.

The cold words cheered up the spirits of several cadres around him and opened their eyes wide open.

"Fortunately, there are not many people here, and the scattered indigenous villages have to rely on you to train troops and expel them and drive them to the Moroes." As for the treatment of the indigenous people in the Moroes, it was not something that Luo Er was worried about.

After explaining his meaning, the rest were three company commanders and one chief of staff. When the team was rested, how to defend and how to clean up nearby villages, Luo Er would not ask about it.

Drinking the fragrant green tea, several people discussed for a while, and suddenly, Lin Tao reacted, "Hey, second brother, do you have no mosquitoes here?"

"That's right, I didn't see any mugwort," the others immediately woke up, looked around and saw large mosquitoes dancing back and forth in the air, but they just couldn't see them approaching.

"That," Lin Tao pondered for a moment, touching the bumps of different sizes on his neck, "Second brother, when we get here, things are still very messy. The command center needs to get close to here to facilitate your guidance nearby," of course, he wants to stay in the command center.

"That's right, how can the command center be without the second brother? It's necessary to build it here," Lu Fang, Lei Biao, and Li Zifeng immediately catered to it. The three of them were also fed up with the ubiquitous mosquito bites.

The terrain here is wide and not far from the river, so it is also a good temporary camp. The lower reaches of the river are large coconut forests that spread to the seaside.

"You can do it, as long as you don't enter my tent," Luo Er replied casually without realizing their thoughts. His words made Luo Ling's face flush. She hadn't served the boss for several days, and she was thinking tightly, but she didn't expect these old men to be so blind.

"The current organization of the militia brigade is a bit messy, so let's set up the Diwadashan Infantry Battalion. Battalion Commander Lin Tao is acting as agent. Three companies are built. There will be an infantry battalion in Luojiashan in the future." As he slowly drank tea, Luo Er's eyes fell on Zhang Zhuowen, but the flight team still had no place. It's a problem of funding.

However, it is not the time to pick up the plane, and Luo Er did not urge Zhang Zhuowen. He is here now and has to go back to Taipei for some things.

"Devadashan infantry battalion first, it is optimistic about the family. It is not just here," the words of relief made the four cadres feel relieved and their faces were also happy. "Don't worry, sir, there will be no other armed forces in the Diwadashan area. First off."

When Luo Er led the guard platoon and drove into the valley overnight, he stood in front of the established command center. The four cadres immediately stared at each other and arranged the soldiers to light up a lot of mugwort. They smoked away the flying mosquitoes.

Since he boarded Mindanao Island, Luo Er was always careful. Even the attack on the Philippines team was at night. He tried his best to play to his strengths and thought about the two armed infantry regiments. He was still worried. You must know that once the Philippine army is attacked, it is possible to transfer a division of troops.

"It's still unfamiliar with people," he muttered in his mouth, and walked into the valley on a vague path; in the sky above his head, a full moon shone with bright moonlight.

The mountain road extends along the foot of the mountain by the river and into the depths of the mountain. The bamboo forest, which is thick and tall, spreads up the mountain to the top of the mountain, and only sees the dark pine forest. Only Luo Er can see these clearly. The secretary and adjutant beside him can only light up the flashlight and look at the movements around him.

After walking for five or six kilometers, the temperature was obviously lower than outside. The whistling cold wind by the river made the heat on everyone's body pass by quickly. After passing a piece of wild pepper, the soldiers who were pointed in front stopped and raised their arms high. The team that was ten meters behind quickly extinguished the flashlight. Luo Er, who was in the middle of the team, touched up quickly.

"Zhou Bai, what's going on?" Zhou Guangdao, who was following Luo Er, stepped forward and asked in a low voice. He was still very relieved to this cousin from afar.

Holding the submachine gun, the small soldier squatted on the ground. He turned his head and saw the boss coming up. He pointed forward casually, "Boss, look,"

Luo Er looked up and couldn't help but be happy, "Damn, the place is good." In front of him was a large area of ​​cassava field, with corn about to mature on the other side of the river, and he could not see it at all along the river bank.

The team moved forward again, turned to a foot of the mountain, and on the high platform by the river in the distance, a village appeared in front of Luo Er.

Without Luo Er's instructions, these soldiers, whose physical fitness was strengthened and whose eyesight at night were twice as strong as ordinary people, quickly climbed up to the platform under the command of the platoon leader and surrounded this village of more than 30 families.

On the wide platform, the houses built with wooden boards were resting when the sun sets in the mountains, and they were already sleeping behind closed doors; "Wow, Wow, Wow", two local dogs barked uneasily, alarming the villagers from all over the country.

"Swoosh, swosh," two sharp bayonets nailed the local dog that was leaning against the roof and barking wildly to the ground. Luo Er's big feet also stepped on the clean stone slab.

"Light up," with the boss' order, several soldiers carried the roadside firewood pile to the entrance of the village, poured gasoline on it, and ignited it in the fire. In the flames, the soldiers holding guns had loaded bullets at each exit of the village, and the machine guns and mortars were also set up.

"Dadada," a long string of bullets flew out of the flame-riding muzzle and shot into the green night sky. Zhou Guangdao and his soldiers began to rudely kick the doors one by one, driving these mountain people out of their houses.

No one shouted, there was only a cold gun. More than 160 mountain people were forced to reach the entrance of the village. The two dead local dogs on the ground have shown that the visitor was not good.

"Bang, Bang", a few crisp gunshots sounded outside the village. Someone tried to escape in the dark, but was discovered by the guards. The gunshots made the mountain people in front of Luo Er suddenly become chaotic.

"Da da da da da da," Zhang Zhuowen beside Luo Er, with a dark face, and a row of bullet marks were drawn at the feet of the crowd, and the splashed gravels burst out; "Don't move around, the village chief comes out," Zhang Zhuowen shouted loudly in his unfamiliar Filipino language.

Then, the pretty Luo Ling repeated it in English.

Maybe it was the power of the bullet, maybe it was because of the female soldiers coming forward, and the rioting mountain people gradually became quiet, but no one came forward to speak. Everyone's eyes stared silently at Luo Er who was standing upright. It was obvious that he was the leader of these soldiers, and even the beautiful female soldiers stood behind.

Luo Er looked at these dark-skinned mountain villagers and didn't know for a moment whether they should be left behind.

Two tough soldiers soon dragged a barefoot mountaineering man to appear next to the fire and threw him on the ground; the mountaineering man who was hit on his legs fell to the ground with blood all over his body, struggling unwillingly.

Bang bang, the soldiers' hard military boots were slapped on the mountain people, and the thought of trying to get up collapsed on the cold stone slab.

"We are not hostile, but we are not patient," finally Luo Er spoke. He didn't look at the mountain man on the ground at all. "In my eyes, you are not worth much, don't provoke my patience."

He speaks English. If these people don’t understand, there is nothing we can do, and Chinese people also need a place to live.

He pointed to the two dead dogs in the distance. Luo Er had a gloomy face, "Die, still surrender. I'll give you five minutes." After saying that, he lit a cigarette and waited leisurely. There were not many cigars in his pocket, and he could only make do with cigarettes.

Five minutes, that is, the time for a cigarette, maybe these five minutes are a little longer.

When the cigarette burned to the end, Luo Er's eyes flashed with disgust and turned to one side; behind him, three hideous machine guns were revealed, and the machine gunner was ready.

The silent crowd stirred again, no one could face the threat of death and remained silent; the soldiers around him, despite some hesitation, quickly raised their guns and pointed them at the crowd behind the fire.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Luo Er snorted coldly, and was about to pop the cigarette out. The cigarette butt that landed on the ground was a signal of shooting; "Ah, sir, wait," a long beard squeezed out of the villagers, and stood in front of the crowd calmly.

The old guy can really hide it. Luo Er sneered, raised his hands behind his back, and looked straight at the village chief with prominent cheekbones.

"I am the village chief. I hope the chief will release these people. They are innocent," said the old man with a strange accent, straightened his chest, as if he was very calm.

Zhang Zhuowen was also shocked by Luo Er's attitude just now. He had never done anything about the village slaughter, and he didn't want to do it. When he saw someone standing up, he quickly waved his hand and a soldier rushed forward and pulled the village chief directly to Luo Er.

"Name?" Luo Er asked expressionlessly.

"Fan Zhongwen," the village chief replied in a deep voice, but his back bent slightly.

"Village Chief Fan Zhongwen, I'll buy you 200,000 US dollars," Luo Er waved his head at Zhang Zhuowen next to him. He was still unwilling to kill the evil at will, especially the unarmed mountain people. Things that can be solved with money are not a big deal.

When Zhang Zhuowen handed four stacks of large US dollars to the village chief, the old man with long beards looked surprised.

"Aren't you the gunmen invited by the Ilogo people?" The old man looked at the huge banknotes and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, his voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't dare to reach out.

"What Ilogo people, I don't know them," Luo Er waved impatiently, "I bought this place. You go out to the mountain and find another place. There is more wasteland outside, and 200,000 US dollars is enough for you to build a village."

He looked at Luo Er deeply. The old man did not look at the money in Zhang Zhuowen's hand anymore. Instead, he bent down and said respectfully, "This officer, we, the 213 people from all over the village of Tagalu, are willing to give our mountain crops and attach them to your feet."

"Uh, you're not hard," Luo Er blinked a few times. Perhaps, with locals familiar with the terrain, you can find gold mines faster.

The village chief raised his head and looked at Luo Er sincerely, "I hope the chief will treat that reckless young man. He was sent out by me. He will die after a long time."

With Luo Er's approval, the medical soldiers stepped forward and began to provide emergency treatment to the mountain people who were pierced through their thighs; while Luo Er and the village chief stood on the high platform in the distance, muttering for a long time.

After some conversation, Luo Er learned that this Tagalu village and the two Ilogo villages outside the mountain had fought several times in order to compete for the fields in the valley, killing and injuring more than 30 young and strong people, and were always in a state of being beaten.

If Luo Er didn't come, it might take a few months before their village would be abandoned.

Luo Er was able to take out a large amount of funds and strong arms, which was enough to make the anxious village chief quickly make the idea of ​​seeking resignation.

When more than thirty young male and female slaves walked out of the cellar behind the village, looking at the simple single-handed rifles in their hands, Luo Er quickly put away the contempt of the Tagalu people; if these people fought to take revenge and opened up the guerrillas, the valley would be unstable.

In the end, Luo Er handed over the 200,000 US dollars to the surrendered village chief in front of the whole village, and made a note and took the ownership of the valley within a radius of 50 kilometers.

To be generous, Luo Er allowed the Tagalog people to continue to farm the fields, but he had the right to buy food first; this wide platform with a battalion was more than enough to station it in. (Welcome, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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