Elder Mustafa did not expect that less than half an hour after he arrived in Malawi, he actually made a decision to negotiate with the invading enemy. The various battle plans he had planned on the road earlier did not even have the opportunity to say it proud.

No wonder he received the news that it was an indigenous person from the nearby village, but when he arrived at the scene, he became the pirate who gave him a great headache. Mustafa subconsciously avoided Luo Er and his troops.

Didn't see these two commanders and nobles with nostrils facing each other, Chuyi recognized the other's identity and immediately changed his face. He just had to pack his luggage and ran away to Iligan and even Cagayan de Oro.

But no matter how much you run, you can't live without this island. Instead of being driven to the beach sooner or later, you might as well talk to the damn pirate leader first and test the other party's meaning. If there is still hope, you can't say it.

Of course, Mustafa can do something that can be defeated by the death, but that is the most helpless thing and is not worth it.

As for the above Presbyterian Church’s accountability, let’s take a look at the effect of the negotiation. As long as Mustafa does not leave this Mindanao, he will still be sure to make a living. The large amount of assistance to the United States is not a waste of money.

Soon, under the oppression of the elders who came to the commander, Ben Bella and Um quickly sent an officer, holding a white flag, and appeared in Luo Er's vision.

"Hey, there are really experts in this city. You can see Xiao Jin's threat at a glance. You can just send someone to contact him. You are also a decisive person." Recalling Xiao Jin. Luo Er glanced at the officer who was trekking in the mud and water from afar, took Lao Cui away from the depression and returned to the trenches guarded by the indigenous militia.

The officer holding the white flag could not walk for long after a distance of less than two kilometers.

Changing into a clean uniform, Luo Er was wearing a military uniform with a school-level military rank. He sat in front of a brick and wooden bunker, holding a cigar in his mouth, and began to spit out slowly. Behind him, Lao Cui stood upright as usual, with a rifle that was standing in front of his chest. His fingers were already on the trigger.

Looking around, the fierce guards drove a bunch of chaotic militia leaders out of ten steps away. Even Zhou Guangdao frowned.

After a while, two militiamen guarding the outpost, led by an indigenous squad leader, pushed the Moro officer and the crooked white flag to Luo Er.

"Report to the commander, we have captured a spy," the team leader with a stained face, happily walked forward to report his merits, and his stuttering English almost made Luo Er spit out his breakfast.

Spy? Did you see clearly? There is a spy wearing a uniform? Not to mention that Luo Er was disgusted, even the Moro officer raised his face angrily and shook the white flag in his hand. "Sir, I am the liaison officer sent by Mustafa. I want to meet Mr. Luo,"

Looking up, I found a young officer sitting obliquely on a square wooden chair on the top. I looked at it carefully, damn, the US officer! The Moro officer was also a sharp turn of mind. After protesting, his eyes turned and stopped saying a word, and he didn't know what he thought of.

What you want is this effect. Luo Er squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, and his shiny low-waisted leather shoes were very proud. You Ai Fulan want to pick up fire at both ends and sit firmly in the Nestle's nest. How could you think that I still have a ladder?

Luo Er, who looked at the officer with a squint eyes, thought about what this guy said, Luo Er couldn't help but be stunned. Oh, he really met an acquaintance. No wonder, no wonder there was no movement on the other side so soon; if someone who didn't know his background could not repay hundreds or thousands of cannon fodders, he could only realize the problem. It turned out to be Mustafa.

Luo Er still has a good impression of Mustafa. Although everyone has different camps and has cheated him once, business matters can be negotiated. Equalizing interests is the long-term solution.

Since he was kind to come to the door, Luo Er couldn't stand it, and then smiled, "Oh, it's Mustafa. That's really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. The whole family doesn't know the family anymore. He is my friend. He hasn't seen each other for many days and has become an elder. It's not bad,"

The faint evaluation made the Moro officer who bowed his head and said nothing, holding the white flag bamboo pole, tightened and tightened, but his expression was not abnormal.

"Then, the team opposite is under the jurisdiction of Elder Mustafa?" Faced with Luo Er's question, the Moro officer Hao nodded without hesitation and said confidently, "Yes, the first and third regiments are under the jurisdiction of Elder Mustafa,"

Cao, the forces of the two regiments are also troublesome to fight. Luo Er's eyebrows slightly moved, and he sucked a cigar hard. With the faint smoke, he laughed silently, "Okay, very good,"

"I am Mr. Luo, you are talking about it. You can call me the commander. Let me tell you, Elder Mustafa asked you to come. Is it acquaintances to recognize him or to continue a fight? I am happy to try his subordinates," said murderous words, which popped out of Luo Er's mouth with a smile on his face, looking very strange.

"No, no," the suppressed evil spirit around him and the uncovered inducement of the officer in front of him immediately woke up. His mission was not to issue a war letter. If he could not complete the elder's order, he would be beaten up when he returned.

"Elder Mustafa authorized Ben Bella and Um to send me to contact you. Is there a misunderstanding between us? War is not good for anyone. If we can talk, it is better for both sides to negotiate and resolve the problem." I have to say that the liaison officer selected by Ben Bella was very polite and quickly expressed Mustafa's original intention.

"Oh, I want to negotiate," Luo Er curled his lips unexpectedly, "My people have been brought in place, and you elders have just appeared. What have you done earlier? If you don't fight well, it's not easy for me and my subordinates to manage. What should I do if I spend money on material expenses?" He hesitated to himself. Although the voice was not loud, the officer Moro heard it and sweated coldly on his back.

Okay, you just occupied two of our defense lines and thought you won. You were so arrogant that you cursed hatefully in your heart. On the surface, the Moro officer still looked obedient.

As for how to report when he went back, he didn't mind promoting it in an inflated manner. No matter how hard the combat power of his team was, no matter how hard these natives could resist it.

The indigenous militia scattered in the trenches and smoking and chewing betel nuts were seen by the Moro officers, as for Luo Er's uniform, that was another matter.

Very refreshing. Luo Er did not make things difficult for the officer who was standing in front of the army. He gave an hour, and the two sides agreed that he would interview Elder Mustafa in person on an open space in front.

Officer Moro returned. In the city center command, Mustafa and the two regiment commanders listened to the report of the staff officer and removed the moisture from the guy's mouth, the three of them showed a hint of solemnity on their faces.

"Sure enough, he joined forces with the Americans," Mustafa sighed softly, looking at the two subordinates with complicated eyes. At this time, Luo Er showed off his appearance in the uniform of the US military officer, revealing the profound meaning, even the stupidest person could see the meaning.

There are also the weapons and American equipment in the hands of those native monkeys, which is enough to prove that the evil American standing behind Luo Er is the one who is evil.

Of course, a few extremely powerful soldiers, the ka assault rifles in their hands, were ignored by them. It is normal for them to have few trusted guards, and it is also very well equipped.

Of course, Mustafa directly determined the troops in Luo Er's hand, and must have been behind the indigenous cannon fodder, and even began to detour.

"Faced with the front, surrounded by side, hum, it's too cruel. He wants to keep us here, plus that blackheaded bullet, hahahaha," Mustafa sneered and said, "Maybe, we can't run away anymore,"

"The arms in Mr. Luo's hands, the intelligence shows that the number of 10,000 has already exceeded 10,000. Can we win with those stupid indigenous militia?" Mustafa stood up, shook his clothes, and didn't look at the two sweaty subordinates around him, and walked out of the courtyard. "It's time to talk to him,"

Now, he can't even say the word "negotiation" at will. After all, the situation is so urgent. If you accidentally become a prisoner, you will be lucky.

"After a long time, we have been fighting with other people's cannon fodder for nearly a month. Now they probably have their main force arrived and they are still farting," Ben Bella raised her hand to wipe the sweat beads on her forehead, looked at her brother-in-law Wum in a speechless manner, lamented, and chased her out, "Let's go, the elder can't go to the danger alone,"

In less than an hour, the southern suburbs of Malawi where the rain was clear, in the middle of the confrontation between the Moro Front and the indigenous militia, on a slightly flat piece of sand and stone. Elder Mustafa and his confidant Harry were waiting solemnly. The two regiment commanders were five steps behind and accompanied them with a look of decisive face.

Without carrying weapons or surrounding the guards, Mustafa at this time had shown great kindness.

When the watch pointer pointed to ten o'clock, a group of figures swayed from the indigenous militia's position. Looking at it from afar, Mustafa couldn't help but be stunned, and then burst out laughing. Mr. Luo is really a person who enjoys it.

I don’t know where to find the two thick bamboo poles. A large chair was firmly tied to it. Four slim indigenous men carried the newly-sitted chair and walked over step by step.

Following the chair, there was no guard except Lao Cui, who was ferociously looking. Zhou Guangdao stayed on the spot to escort the formation.

Isn't it Mr. Luo who lies on the chair with his face up to his back? He hasn't seen him for many days and is still so good at enjoying it. Although he feels very despised, there is a smile on Mustafa's face.

"Hi, Allah bless you, Mr. Luo, is it really you?" Mustafa smiled and pressed his chest with his hands and said loudly. If Lao Cui hadn't had a scary face, he might have run up to hug the chair.

"Oh, Mustafa, are you okay? My most sincere friend, I am very happy to see you," Luo Er lifted his eyelids, sat up in surprise, waved his hand, lifted the ladder, and jumped down.

Two old friends with their own thoughts greeted each other in a false and warm manner, their bodies, climate, and the damn typhoon. I congratulate you on being an elder, and you congratulate me on my free port. I talk a lot, and I sighed that the other party has become more smooth, but I didn't point to the topic.

The two subordinates looked at their respective leaders in surprise. The hypocritical performance was a big eye-opener. As for how bad or far-reaching the impact was, it depends on personal cultivation.

"Mr. Luo, you came to Malawi in person, I wonder what's wrong?" Mustafa, who had been talking nonsense, finally couldn't stand Luo Er's shamelessness and began to talk about the main business. Otherwise, Luo Er would have been having a long time with him, and he would have gone back to the city. Is it still a matter of two things.

He was really scared. He was afraid that Mr. Luo would fall out of the mountain and send troops to attack the city from all directions. The smiley wolf was no longer enough to express this person.

"Well, Mustafa. We two acquaintances. Let's not talk about anything else," Luo Er still looked smiling, and reached out to pat the dust that was not even on his uniform. "The United States paid for it and asked me to send troops to wipe out your Moro Front,"

"I still have the identity of an active American officer, and it is really hard to refuse," Luo Er looked at Mustafa sincerely. "But for the sake of old friends, my direct troops did not show up, so you should also know that, otherwise it would not be such a peaceful scene."

How could Mustafa not hear the threat mixed in Luo's words? Mr. Luo, who was fierce and did nothing but reckless, was extremely afraid of the soldiers who suddenly turned into black liquid, was enough to make him have nightmares this year.

Mustafa was stunned for a moment of straightforwardness in Luo Er, and shook his head with a wry smile, "Mr. Luo, please show mercy. Americans are not a good thing. I believe you know that hunting without prey will be useless."

In order to save his subordinates, Mustafa was so shameless that he could not help but treat himself as a prey. Of course, Luo Er's role was not authentic.

"Grass, you're a dog," Luo Er's eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness, and he slapped with a forced smile. If the other party hadn't been useful, he would have just made an elder-type potion to try.

However, there are still two medicines in the medicine box that have not yet formed, so let them go first.

"Okay, the chat is over," Luo Er coughed and said seriously, "What are the benefits of me? I can let go of the forces of your two regiments. You know, if it weren't for you, today I would turn the downtown Malawi into an unmanned land."

If you can let you go, there is no benefit, then you will be indifferent. No matter whether you are a friend or not, the interests must be discussed in person.

"The city of Malawi belongs to you, I will bring people back to Iligan," Mustafa showed the conditions without vagueness. He also knew that this was not Mr. Luo's bottom line. It depends on whether the losses can be reduced.

"Okay, you and I will go back to start a war," Luo Er nodded sharply, ready to get on the chair, and you don't want to give me a face, so don't blame me for not talking about friendship.

"No, don't, Mr. Luo, wait, let's talk about something," he didn't expect Luo Er to stop the negotiations so simply. Mustafa immediately panicked. Why don't you even pay back the bargaining? This is how the business is done.

"Elder Mustafa, I, Roben, thought you were a friend, but you regarded me as a businessman, which is so disappointing," Roben turned around, put a cigar on his face unhappy, and lit it on his own, "Think slowly, I can't afford to waste the time I gave you a cigar. The Americans are still waiting for my news,"

"Then, what are your requests? Just take them out," I thought, I think it would be useful. Elder Mustafa was very frustrated and helpless.

The barefoot person is not afraid of rainy days. Luo Er’s advantage in front of him is that he does not care about soldiers or civilian casualties, but Elder Mustafa cannot do it. The people are their capital to make a living. Once a large-scale war begins, there will be nowhere to go on the island.

"American Commissioner Afran, what he asked is to drive you to Wuduan, northeastern Leona," Ronaldo waved his hand and took out a map and expanded it in front of Mustafa. "My conditions are not that harsh. Cagayan de Oro, and Malabar come east of, I will not go,"

Luo Er's simple words made Mustafa feel cold in an instant, and he rushed from the heel to the back of his head. It was so vicious, damn white pig, American, we Moroes and you all.

Of course, Luo Er, who was originally hostile, could transform into a friend who secretly helped him. You know, the Americans spent a lot of money, even if Luo Er didn't do it, others would be willing to use commissions to attack the Moro Front. Fortunately, Mr. Luo could honestly reveal these secrets.

As for Luo Er's future lawsuit with the Americans, he was too lazy to pay attention to it and couldn't take care of it.

"Thank you, Mr. Luo, you are our Moro's friend," Mustafa's words made Luo Er shook his hands and almost threw away the map. He stared at the map with a dull expression, thinking about the meaning of this guy's words.

"Mr. Luo, I will report to the Presbyterian Church if you say it. We will retreat to Cagayan de Oro as soon as possible, and Malabar comes east of it. I hope you can keep your promise." But I couldn't beat it, and Mustafa chose to retain his strength in the deployment of troops on Mindanao.

"Okay, let's take Cagayan de Oro and Malaba as the boundary. My people will not go further. My promise will be effective within ten years," Ronaldinho closed the map and solemnly promised.

"You must not take any supplies in the city of Malawi, except for arms and ammunition, Iligan is free." Since Malawi has obtained it, Luo Er did not want to get an empty city. Mustafa had no choice but to pinch his nose and accept the overbearing advice.

"Of course, I can't guarantee the attitude of the Americans towards you. I can't get the commission," Luo Er's hand left behind made Mustafa's eyes turn red. "Our loyal warriors, at a critical moment, are willing to tie bombs to revolt in the United States,"

Damn, it's such a group of lunatics, I have to wait slowly on the fire. Although Luo Er was dissatisfied with such a group of people beside the bed, he could only stop here first.

Before saying goodbye, Mustafa carefully approached Luo Er's ear, "There is a batch of metal materials in the arsenal in the city center, maybe you are interested,"

The Americans were probably more interested. They gently slandered Luo Er and Mustafa brought his men back to the city and soon led his troops out of Malawi. In his subconscious, the reason why the Americans grabbed the Moro front was that the metal materials were a fuse.
Chapter completed!