Mary received a call from Luo Er and did not ask any more questions. Although she was angry that her husband was happy and did not come to visit her real wife, due to the limited conditions, she patiently was admitted to a private hospital and was about to give birth.

The two infantry battalions in the Diwada Valley, as well as the newly recruited infantry companies, have been engaged in intense rainforest mountain training, and the ammunition depots in the two military camps are also full of various supplies.

The training of tank soldiers and artillery was also put on the right track.

Ignoring the debate in the war room of the regiment headquarters, Luo Er either went to the simple airport to see the modification of the two helicopters, or patrolled around the valley with big dust, and basically remembered the terrain within fifty kilometers.

Since entering the valley, Dahui and its companions have been completely happy and cannot see any figure all day long. Unless Luo Er whistles, this guy will burst out with his head in high spirits.

What surprised Luo Er was that before he reached out of the valley and had only been trading for a few days, Elder Mustafa took his confidant subordinates to the pass outside the valley again, asking to discuss major events with Luo Er.

This time, the morning light was warm, and Luo Er met Elder Mustafa who came to ask for help in the open space next to the helicopter.

"Haha, Elder Mustafa, hello," Luo Er, wearing a gray work clothes, gave an American military salute with a smile, and his hands covered in mud were reluctant to reach over.

"Hello, my friend," Elder Mustafa, calmly covered his chest with kindness, greeted Luo Er, the mercenary leader; behind him, Luo Er suddenly saw three familiar faces.

Elder Ozain, who was used to being bullied, and Harry and Mustafa, who had fought with Luo Er twice. These three flattering smiles seemed to be the direct generals that Elder Mustafa relied on.

However, Luo Er saw a little confusion in the eyes of the three of them, and was more panicked.

"Hi, hello, it's okay to get to me." Luo Er waved his hand at them, probably the guards of the valley pass, scaring them.

He didn't know that Elder Mustafa, who has always been arrogant and has high hands and low eyes, was jointly suppressed by the three elders and two local elders, and they jointly formed escorts for running errands during the uprising of the Moro People's Liberation Army on the island.

The thankless work was done, but Elder Mustafa swallowed his anger. But in the end, the negotiations with the Philippine government had nothing to do with him, which made him angry and jealous.

As the negotiations were about to end and everyone began to draw their own benefits, the two elders were suddenly injured in condolences to the front line. His opportunity came, and he rushed to Luo Er tightly and bought three burning knives at a high price.

Who would have thought that the two elders who were injured quickly not only did not think about his good deeds, but also directly included the drug business they had negotiated to the Presbyterian Church. If the negotiation agreement was reached with the Philippine government, the Moro PLA would attack the Diwada Valley without hesitation. Eliminate the mercenaries here and capture the mercenary leader Luo Er alive.

Everything was that he was born into a small family of Mustafa, and Luo Er mastered the secret of burning the knife. Also, in the rumor that the development of the valley gold mine.

After hearing this news, Mustafa was so worried about his wallet and his future in the Presbyterian Church. He ended up like this at risk, so what else can he be polite? In a frustration, Mustafa decisively attacked his hand.

After a banquet, six elders who were in charge of the southwest diocese of Mindanao, were left with one elder, Mustafa. The other five died without success and returned to Allah's arms.

Elder Mustafa, who was patrolling outside, quickly rushed back to Bitali and announced in grief that it was the damn enemy who shamelessly poisoned the noble elders; which enemy is naturally the Philippine government.

Of course, before the central diocese sent people, he, the only elder, became the only supreme commander of the southwest diocese.

This time he hurried to the Diwada Valley, not only to buy the next batch of burning knives, but also to discuss a business with Luo Er. Even his own wealth and life were also on this business.

When he poisoned people, he seemed to be unable to find any trace of the murderer, but the old guys who were ghostly on the central island could see from the benefits he got from Mustafa that this matter could not escape his connection.

Now the Southwest Moro PLA is known as the force of an infantry division, but after fighting for so long, it is a soldier of an infantry regiment. Fortunately, the benefits of the promised three battalion commanders have temporarily stabilized their positions.

The result of Elder Mustafa discussing with his confidant was that if he had no foreign aid, if a new elder was sent to the central diocese, he would basically have no hope of living, and the fence-bearing infantry regiment would not be able to rely on.

Politics, religion and oneness are the basic attributes of the Moro PLA and their combat effectiveness. The diocese's instructions are comparable to imperial edicts.

In order to survive and even develop on the island, Elder Mustafa hit Luo Er with the idea of ​​foreign aid; his subordinates knew the combat effectiveness of Luo Jiashan infantry than him, and he strongly recommended to go to Luo Er for help.

Of course, if you can buy the share of burning knives next month, it would be even better. The faster you get the life-saving thing, the better.

Standing on the hard field, Luo Er glanced at the brown leather bag in Elder Ozain's arms, "I said, Elder Mustafa, our transaction next month is not yet time, you are too anxious,"

Elder Mustafa twitched, and his brows drooped. If you have someone to give you money, you won’t want it. That’s because you have a gold mine in your hand, and it may not be possible in the future.

He was sure that once the People's Liberation Army and the government forces reached a negotiation, even if the diocese did not seek Luo Er's affairs, the government forces would not let these mercenaries occupy this treasure land without scrupulously.

"Mr. Luo, I'll come this time. First, to see if I can buy next month's potion first, and second, to hire you mercenaries to drive the government troops back to Ipier," Elder Mustafa, with a blank face, glanced at the two helicopters not far away.

Above his head, there was a helicopter that began to land slowly. He had only seen one of these advanced weapons from the government troops opposite him.

"Hot mercenaries?" Luo Er jumped and nodded without hesitation. "Okay, let's find a place to sit down and talk,"

When business comes, Luo Er will not let the guests cool down and stand there. He enthusiastically took the four people to the military camp and sat in the reception room.

Secretary Luo Ling brought the hot tea, and Luo Er didn't say much, took out a simple map and spread it on the table. "Elder Mustafa, the confrontation between you and the government forces is here," Luo Er said lightly, pointing to the mountains in the north of Bitali.

"You have about two infantry battalions here. The other teams are concentrated near Bitali. Due to the terrain, the government forces also have considerable troops, and now they are in stalemate with you."

"But in Epier's government army gathered the forces of an infantry division, two artillery regiments, and the support of three fighter jets, the situation is not good at your current situation," Luo Er, who was talking, said a few words about the confrontation sides.

"Fortunately, you are familiar with the terrain and the government forces are rigid in tactics. If they were kept in my hands, they would have driven you to Zamboanga,"

Mustafa was not surprised by the information that Luo Er mentioned. Even the three confidants behind him did not have too many expressions, which surprised Luo Er secretly.

"Mr. Luo is right. We are now in short supply, but we are not without support. The central diocese has not yet mobilized most of the forces, and they are just relying on the southwest diocese to fight and talk." Mustafa, who was slow, was impatient, but there was no abnormality on his face.

"What we lack now is time. If time is sufficient, the land of tens of thousands of bungalows in Mindao will be truly in the hands of the parish sooner or later." Mustafa still understood psychological warfare.

"Well, the elder is here this time to buy time?" Luo Er leaned on the chair and looked at the old guy in front of him playfully.

"That's right, just try to get ten days to prevent the government troops from going south in Ipier, that's enough time." According to Mustafa's idea, the People's Liberation Army in his hand drove the Philippine army back to Ipier, which is beneficial to him in the battle situation. Whether it is the future negotiations or the views of the central diocese, it will be much more beneficial to him.

"What if they arrived here?" Luo Er tapped the map with his index finger and pressed it on a name on it.

"Aurora?" With Luo Er's guidance, Mustafa's eyes were solemn, the blue veins on his forehead jumped a few times, and his face was also solemn and cold.

Aurora occupies the east and west throats of Mindanao Island, and to the west is the southwest diocese. After this time, the government forces immediately controlled it and cut off the connection between the central diocese and the southwest.

To be ashamed, the Moro PLA and government forces have fought for the past few months and have never broken through Ipier, let alone occupy Aurora, and they are wandering around the four mountain towns in the north.

"That's right, it's Aurora. As long as you occupy Aurora, the great elder of the southwest diocese will be you, Elder Mustafa," Luo Er, who was full of words, looked tempting, but his calm face was very sincere.

"I will send a mountain infantry regiment to assist you in the Northern Expedition, and all the arms supplies will be supplied until Aurora," gestured on the map, Luo Er's greedy eyes swept through the large eastern area of ​​the island.

Luo Er's righteous words made Elder Mustafa's heart burn for a few seconds, but immediately calmed down, with a hint of blush on his face, and looked at Luo Er vigilantly, "So, how much remuneration do we have to pay?"

Elder Mustafa clearly remembered that it seemed that this valley was also exchanged for Luo Er in the name of remuneration, and then there was news of the gold mine.

If others do not care for themselves, they will be punished by heaven and earth. Elder Mustafa does not believe that the young mercenary leader in front of him will be kind and will never give up without taking a few benefits.

"There are ten towns west of Aurora. This time we sent out the mercenaries, so we don't have any money, but Sibuko, Zamboanga, and the small island in the south are considered as rewards," he pulled lightly, and Luo Er put nearly 100 square kilometers of land into his pocket.

"That's impossible. We only occupy four towns now, and the island of Basilan is not in our hands." Elder Mustafa, who was calm and profound just now, jumped up directly and simply rejected Luo Er's proposal.

"Elder Mustafa, you should look at it longer. Large areas are waiting for you to liberation. Two mere towns are simply mountain towns," Luo Er said with a smile, "I just informed that Basilan Island, I just don't need to worry about you."

Finally, a cold word made Elder Mustafa, who was passionate, feel that he was not worth the loss, but he has no way back.

Thinking about the soldiers I saw, as well as a cannon on the top of the mountain, and three planes. Elder Mustafa suddenly realized that the soldiers in his hand might not be able to stop the pirates huddled in the valley.

Yes, it was the robber from the sea, muttering in his mouth. Elder Mustafa sat down unwillingly, his eyes circling back and forth on the map.

Luo Er didn't urge him, and picked up his teacup and savored the fragrant tea.

"Mr. Luo, can I discuss it with my subordinates?" Elder Mustafa, who raised his head for a long time, said with a flash of light in his eyes.

"Oh, okay, I don't have to participate in your family affairs, I'm not going to be with you anymore," Luo Er put down his cup with a smile and turned around and left the conference room. Luo Er was not in the mood to talk nonsense to this timid guy who was afraid of things and was greedy.

Only after Luo Er sent someone to deliver lunch, Elder Mustafa invited Luo Er back.

"Mr. Luo, I agree to your request," Elder Mustafa took a sip of hot tea. "But if the central parish sends people and they tear the agreement, it will not be mine."

My old man. I dare to pull me on the boat, aren’t you afraid that I will become the boss? Luo Er cursed inwardly, with a serious look on his face, “Elder Mustafa, our Divada Valley Mercenary Group will support you as the Great Elder of the Southwest Diocese. Others will never return.”

Han Sensen's promise finally made Elder Mustafa smile, and as the Great Elder of the Southwest Diocese, reached a written agreement with Luo Er. When Luo Er smiled and signed the bilingual agreement between English and Chinese, his contempt for these Moroes was sublimated to the peak.

The rice had to be eaten one bite at a time and the territory had to be digested one by one. He was not in a hurry. The one who ate hot tofu was the elder.

According to the employment agreement, Luo Er sent a thousand mercenaries to assist Elder Mustafa's infantry regiment and defeated the Philippine army back to Ipier, the Sibuko area was managed by the Divada Valley. After all, it was too close to the valley, Luo Er must be in control, so he could save the door and block the door.

When the two families repelled the Philippine army to Aurora, Zamboyan was assigned to Luo Er's ownership. In response to the Philippine government's protest against the counterattack, the two families did not interfere with each other. As for the Island of Basilan, the Southwest Diocese would not interfere. Elder Mustafa could not see the small islands in the sea.

That night, the Infantry Battalion of the Diwada Valley, with the only light tank and an artillery company, drove out of the valley with great momentum; the Infantry Battalion of the Luojiashan and the New Soldiers Company were left by Luo Er to guard the gateway.

Chief of Staff Li Xiang also stayed at home, organized ammunition supply and transportation, and began to form manpower to prepare for surveys of military fields outside the valley.

Luo Er did not intend to fulfill the promised number of troops sent in the first place. It was his limit to be able to come out with a battalion's troops.

Elder Mustafa, who was walking with the team, sat in Lin Tao's jeep, his face changed. He never expected that the mercenaries under Luo Er's hand were assembled so quickly, and they were more than one level faster than his most elite infantry battalion.

What surprised him the most was that a twelve artillery cannon in an artillery company actually pulled up ten trucks of ammunition.

The infantry battalion of the Divada Valley, which detours by Sibuko, has just driven out of the valley pass. Luo Er and his guard platoon have already boarded the helicopter; three planes with headlights roared slowly from the simple airport and lined up in an offensive formation at a height of 1,000 meters.

"02,03, this is 01, check the communication channel and turn off the headlights," Zhang Zhuowen, sitting in the driver's seat, skillfully contacted the friend plane and turned off the headlights in front of the plane first.

"02 communication is good," "03 communication is good," two Japanese responded to the call in the headset, and the headlights turned off immediately.

"Original 0358, height 1000," said Zhang Zhuowen, pushing the driving pole, the helicopter lit up the scarlet indicator light, crossed the high mountain and rushed towards Yipier.

Luo Er, who was hiding behind, held a thick cigar in his mouth and squinted his eyes and thought about his worries. Aside him, ten strong soldiers hugged his equipment tightly in full arms.

Only the Tagalu soldier and local dog sat uneasily by the machine window, looking at the dark mountain peaks outside, shaking all over.
Chapter completed!