When Mustafa, who was wearing short shirts and long trousers, came to the village on the high platform in the valley with four guards, led by the soldiers, he was already a little shocked.

Although he was the sixth in the organization, the Diwada Mountain, which had only one village before, was obviously very different from before.

Before we reached the entrance of the valley, a guarded soldier blocked their way. After asking about the situation, the soldier whispered a few words to a report phone, gestured to let them go, and then disappeared into the dense forest.

Following the narrow mountain road and entering the valley, you will see soldiers carrying hundreds of local mountaineers, transporting large pieces of roommates, obviously trying to build a checkpoint at the mountain pass; there are also vague fortifications on the mountains on both sides. Although you don’t see how many people are, Elder Mustafa can be sure that there will not be only a few simple soldiers on it.

At the pass that had not been built, there were soldiers who came forward and asked about their purpose. A soldier carrying a submachine gun led the way first.

After walking less than five hundred meters, I saw trucks of various types parked neatly in the grass beside the road. More than 20 Chinese people unloaded boxes of supplies in an orderly manner, carried them on bamboo sticks, and hurried towards the mountains.

As an adjutant, Zhang Zhuowen really saved Luo Er a lot of trivial matters. He waved the banknotes in his hand and the beautiful canned horseshoe. He had villagers who were recruiting to do some work to support his family.

After passing through a large area of ​​fields, walking through a thick wooden bridge. On the banks of the river under the high platform, there were a large group of soldiers conducting training. From time to time, bursts of explosions came from deep into the valley.

Following the gravel-paved path, he went up to the platform. Elder Mustafa, who was stepping on the bluestone slab, couldn't help but sigh secretly. These pirates had too strong adaptability.

At first glance, the crowds coming and going on two busy construction sites were obviously building a large number of houses; "Maybe, hiring them was a mistake." Elder Mustafa's pace slowed down.

Although he has always stood aside in the organization and could only be sent to do some chores, he knows the dilemma that the Moro PLA is currently facing.

With the excellent weapons I bought, the warriors of the Moro PLA took advantage of the familiar terrain and caught the Philippine army off guard, occupied a large area of ​​territory, and even four towns, not to mention dozens of villages.

Who would have thought that the Philippine army, which had recovered from its mass, sent two fully-built infantry regiments and artillery to help; especially the two Matilese tanks that suddenly appeared, although they were thin and large infusions, were fierce and fierce for a long time.

If it hadn't for sending brave soldiers and fifty-meter-long shot five in a row with the rocket launcher with a range of more than 50 meters, the tanks that disrupted the front would have blown into torches; of course, the undertrained soldiers would have lost more than a dozen.

Originally, the senior cadres of the Moro PLA expected that they could get reciprocal negotiations with the government with their arms. Who would have thought that they would ignore them and directly imprisoned the sent envoys.

The melee took less than three days. Fighting aircraft from the Philippine army had already appeared in the sky. If this pirate team entrenched in the mountains no longer provided support, it might take less than two days. The Moro PLA would have transformed into a guerrilla team, hid in the tropical rainforest, and endured the torture of poisonous insects and wet and heat.

This time, Elder Mustafa was highly expected. The suitcase in the hands of the guards behind him was one million US dollars raised by the organization. If these greedy pirates could not be invited, they would at least buy some heavy weapons such as bazooka heavy machine guns.

Thinking of this, Elder Mustafa shook his head helplessly, and the form was better than that of a human being, so he should complete the task first. "Our commander is there, you go over," the soldier next to him pointed from a distance. Mustafa saw the familiar face under a huge bamboo umbrella at the edge of the platform.

On the ten-meter line around the bamboo umbrella, there were seven or eight armed guards standing, faintly surrounding the boss.

After receiving the call from Kelly, Luo Er had nothing to do. The warning in the valley, building houses, training and selecting recruits, and bombing stones to obtain ore were made. These things were made by Lin Tao. He didn't want to intervene too much, just look at the results.

Besides, the adjutant was full of bad water. If he gave Lin Tao the advice, Luo Er no longer wanted to ask more questions.

As long as we keep a close eye on the entry and exit of the valley and organize the Tagalog and Chinese labor force, there will be no idle people and troublesome places. I didn’t see that even the women, children and children were diligently harvesting firewood in the mountains, picking mushrooms and wild vegetables in order to exchange for rare chocolates and canned meat.

Even the seized Philippine military uniforms have become commodities that can be exchanged.

Early in the morning, from Village Chief Fan, Luo Er exchanged a revolver for this huge bamboo umbrella, a shiny bamboo rocking chair, leaned on the edge of the platform, enjoying the breeze brought by the river, and a cup of fragrant black tea in his hand was considered a pleasure.

He didn't expect that there were black tea trees in the valley, and every family here was drinking black tea, and he was no exception.

The only thing that made him depressed was that those Tagalu people who were unruly today suddenly became much more restrained and avoided them from afar when they saw him. Village Chief Fan, who was jealous of money, took a small amount of money, strangely took the **** sent by Luo Erqiang, and happily brought a set of exquisite bamboo products to him.

Now, Village Chief Fan is also commanding the mountain people to build gables at the pass at the valley entrance.

Perhaps, the movements last night scared the Tagalu people.

Luo Ling, wearing a short shirt and summer outfit, sat on a light bamboo stool, enjoying the breeze with the boss, and occasionally used a warm pot to add hot tea to the teacup.

"Xiao Ling, continue tea, go get a tea cup, the sucker is here," Before Mustafa could climb up to the platform, Luo Er closed his eyes slightly, moved his head slightly, and said without hesitation.

The guards were blocked from the cordon. The imposing guards were only allowed to go over and talk to the boss alone. "It's nothing, wait for me here," Mustafa said to his guards with a smile on his face.

Luo Er's turn a blind eye made the elder take a deep breath, and the reluctance in his chest was left behind. This time he was framed by the Philippine army, so there was still a next time. There were opportunities, as long as you are still on this island.

Elder Mustafa, whose steps were a little slow, walked to the opposite of Luo Er's big umbrella and nodded slightly, "Dear Mr. Luo. I hope my arrival will not disturb your rest."

There were busy soldiers and mountain people around. Only Luo Er, the lazy guy, was leisurely looking up at the blue sky and drinking tea. To be honest, Mustafa was a little jealous.

Thinking of the responsibility on his shoulders, Elder Mustafa gently slapped the corner of his mouth. This was a pirate who was unwilling to be aggressive, and it was not worth it to be angry with him.

"Oh, it's you, Elder Mustafa. I really didn't expect it to be so soon. We'll meet again." Opening his eyelids, Luo Er grinned without a smile. He didn't even have the attitude of pretending to be surprised, and he was too lazy to lift his butt.

However, if you don’t like this Moro again, the financial owner should be polite. He waved his hand and Luo Er signaled, “Come on, sit down and talk, it’s still a little wet and hot here.”

Sitting on the stool that Luo Ling had just sat on, Mustafa suddenly realized that the stool seemed to be too low. He was simply half-squatting beside Mr. Luo, and his stomach felt uncomfortable when he spoke.

"Elder Mustafa, you don't know what's wrong with you this time?" Luo Er took the teacup on a few seconds, took a sip, and asked with interest.

After taking the hot tea handed over by Luo Ling, Mustafa nodded and thanked, "This time I was entrusted by the District Presbyterian Church and I also talked about some arms deals with Mr. Luo. If Mr. Luo is interested, please send troops to help us repel the government's attack."

"Haha, it's easy to talk about arms. I can pay the money and get the goods in the other hand. According to the metered price, I can pick up the goods immediately," Luo Er nodded without hesitation. "As for sending troops, I will discuss with my subordinates."

"It's not impossible to send troops to support you," Luo Er pondered for a moment, "repel the government forces and drive them to Epier. Is the support considered complete?"

"Okay, of course," Mustafa nodded vigorously without considering the uncomfortable posture. He said that the government forces had attacked Bitali and the Moro PLA would not be able to hold on.

Then, Luo Er asked for a light price, which made Mustafa feel a lot more awake, "It's the cost of sending troops, two million US dollars, do you think it's okay?"

Mustafa, who stared at the sight of his eyes and was about to refuse, thought about the two roaring tanks he saw in the distance of the battlefield, the soldiers rushing up, and the unscrupulous planes above his head, and the silence of the airplane. He was a little embarrassed for a moment.

The only authorized him was the one million dollars in his hands. If there were more, the district presbyterian church would not be able to take it out for a while; but the Presbyterian church seemed to be owing a sum of money to the pirates.

"If you don't have money, I have no choice," Luo Er shrugged without any help, "I can't get rid of the blame here anymore. Look, building a house, training troops, and building defensive levels. That's not a waste of money. Thousands of people will die if they eat."

Luo Er, who was talking big, had no intention of credit this time. He was not a philanthropist, so he worked hard to get an IOU? He had a worm in his mind.

Just as Mustafa was disappointed to buy an igniter and was about to lift his butt and say goodbye, Luo Er said, "However, I still understand your current situation. For your career, you have already taken out your lives. It is not impossible for me to support me."

Look, someone still understands us. In a nutshell, Mustafa's favorable impression of Luo Er has increased from zero to fifty, and his eyes are a little red. You know, he handed over all his property in his family to the organization, and ended up being the sixth in command.

"Let's do this, you can write an IOU for two million US dollars first, and turn around and use two thousand Chinese to pay the bill. What do you think?" With clear eyes open, Luo Er looked at Mustafa close to him sincerely.

His suggestion made Mustafa feel a little excited. It was said that the most valuable thing on the island is the Chinese, and as a result, some people have to exchange it for US dollars, which is indeed a very cost-effective transaction.

Two million, two thousand people, and one Chinese person would have to be worth one thousand dollars. Where can I find such a good thing? After calculating silently, Mustafa could not hold back.

The Chinese on the island just need to send someone to arrest them, and they don’t spend a penny. Besides, Mr. Luo didn’t say just now that as long as adult men, it means that men, women, young and old are fine. When he blinked his eyes hard, Mustafa was already filled with joy.

Even if there are no more Chinese people on the island, even if they go to Baohe Island, Cebu Island, or even Luzon to arrest people, there will be no government forces to stop them.

"Okay, I'll go back soon. Mr. Luo will wait for a reply. There will be a definite reply tonight." Without any bargaining, Mustafa agreed to Luo Er's suggestion. The shameless man, **Yi, simply reached an agreement on the breeze-filled platform, and saw that the Presbyterian nodded.

For one million US dollars, Mustafa bought three heavy machine guns, two mortars, and a small-caliber mountain cannon. The ammunition was equipped with two bases. As for medical equipment, Luo Erlian did not mention it.

The generous Luo Er gave away a civilian truck for free and filled the fuel tank with kindness.

Mustafa didn't know much about arms, but the stiff face of the guards beside him still made him feel guilty, "Mr. Luo, why is there rusty places on this machine gun?"

"It's too wet here. Go back and wipe it with gun oil, so it's sure to be easy to use," Luo Er explained casually.

"Where is the paint of the mountain cannon? Why is it all rust?" After a closer look, Mustafa's face looked bad, and he was not a fool either.

"I said that the trouble caused by the humidity is caused. Besides, you don't lose money if you send a hundred more shells." Luo Er is a serious arms dealer who dares to sell anything, but he doesn't dare to use it himself.

After thinking about it, Mustafa decided to swallow the bitter water and got in the car and rush out of the mountain pass.

"You guys, you're still behaved when you take advantage of it," Luo Er was very angry at the truck that was away. Two million was exchanged for two thousand mouths to eat, and he was generous enough.

After seeing off Mustafa and his group, Luo Er came to the training ground on the river bank. Looking at the newly-engraved soldiers, he looked lazy and sloppy, and his idea of ​​losing money became more and more vigorous.

The commander suddenly arrived, and Li Zifeng, the third company commander in charge of recruit training, quickly blew the whistle and gathered the team. Luo Erhei's deep face could be seen at a glance.

Standing in front of the recruits, Luo Er didn't say much, pulled out the bayonet at his waist with his backhand, used nine points of force, and waved it out; "Touch", with a slight sound, the bayonet struck a light and pierced on the stone wall thirty meters away, and the handle of the knife was exposed to the surface of the rock without moving.

"Who can pull out the bayonet, I will immediately let him be the platoon leader," said clearly, Luo Er turned around and left. He still knew Li Zifeng's ability to train troops; however, it was impossible for the new recruit to change to veterans and never saw blood spraying.

These forty new recruits from Tagalu have to see the world.

After dinner, Luo Er received a call from Elder Mustapha. The Presbyterian Council agreed to his proposal, hoping that the mercenaries could set off as soon as possible; those old weapons transactions were not mentioned in the telegram.

With the telegram of reply, Luo Er breathed a lightly tone, and the confidence of being the second Luo Jiashan finally had hope.

"Zhang Zhuowen, gather the guard platoon and bring the new recruits," with Luo Er's order, three military trucks roared out of the Diwada Mountain Valley.

The bayonet that Luo Er left on the stone wall was still cold in the night wind...)
Chapter completed!