Arrive at Muftah’s camp.
Zong Dawei found a random place and fell asleep.
His performance shocked the people guarding him.
...
"Hey, Lao Zhang, Zong Dawei..., this is the situation." Bai Hua told Zhang Ning everything.
"I understand. Nothing will happen to Dawei. Muftah doesn't dare to do anything to him. Don't worry, we will put pressure on Muftah through other means.
In addition, Bai Hua, the convoy has set off and will pick you up soon. "
"Okay, Lao Zhang, I miss you."
...
"Boom, boom, boom..."
"Crackling..."
Machine guns, tanks, helicopters, RPGs, all kinds of sounds resounded endlessly.
Muftah's weaponry is pretty good.
They began a fierce attack.
The sound of gunfire outside continued all night.
In the room, Zong Dawei was sound asleep and was not affected at all.
After dawn.
Muftah's men captured Sabra Tower.
"Mr. Zong, we have captured another city." Muftah showed off in front of Zong Dawei.
Zong Dawei nodded and said nothing. What is the use of Muftah occupying an empty city? He doesn't understand the wise saying, "If there are people, there is hope; if there are no people, there is no hope."
"Mr. Zong, let's make a deal? Gold, I'll give you a hundred pounds of gold, how about you do me a favor?" Muftah said with a sinister smile. He is one-eyed. When he smiles, one eye changes and the other remains unchanged. It looks weird.
Zong Dawei shook his head to express his refusal. He knew what Muftah wanted to do, and there was no way he could agree to it. He has integrity.
"Mr. Zong, two hundred kilograms of gold. As long as you recognize our legitimate status to the international community and Khazaka is illegal, I will give you US dollars worth two hundred kilograms of gold." Muftah began to lure Zong Dawei. . His crew prepared the camera and filming environment. He is a leader with ideas, and he wants to use Zong Dawei's identity to do bigger things.
"No." Zong Dawei simply refused. He won't change his mind easily for a little money.
"Three hundred pounds of gold, Mr. Zong, this is a lot of money, please think about it," Muftah said, pretending to feel distressed. The gold in his mouth is all lies. He defrauded Zong Dawei with a bad check. He thought Zong Dawei was a fool.
"Don't think about it, no." Zong Dawei refused again, "I can't be bought with money, so you don't have to waste your efforts." At this moment, Zong Dawei maintained his dignity.
"Jiligulu," Muftah cursed. He became angry and said, "I'm going to kill you." He drew his gun again and threatened to kill Zong Dawei.
"Muftah, if you kill me, justice will judge you, and our country will make you pay with blood." Zong Dawei stood up, and the murderous aura in his body was released without reservation, and the air around him seemed to be blood red. s color.
Before, he had some reservations in front of Bai Hua and others.
Now, facing the vicious rebel army, he unleashed all his murderous intent.
For a moment, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves seemed to be heard in the house.
The surrounding temperature has dropped a lot, and there is still a hint of hoarfrost.
Zong Dawei's terror finally showed a hint.
"Mr. Zong, you seem to have killed many people?" Muftah turned pale, took a few steps back, and asked with some fear. At this moment, he seemed to see hell. He saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and he saw countless Japanese being buried alive. He saw countless ugly people being shot by heavy machine guns. He saw countless bones and heard countless screams.
"I have never killed anyone, but if someone wants to kill me, I will defend myself." Zong Dawei smiled slightly, showing a few white teeth, a standard smile.
But his smile was extremely terrifying in the eyes of Muftah.
"Mr. Zong, relax, I won't kill you." Muftah was sweating on his forehead. He was stared at by Zong Dawei, as if he was being stared at by a prehistoric beast. "It's horrible, he's not human."
"This is best. Muftah, we will not interfere in your affairs.
But your war had better not harm our compatriots, otherwise you will feel how terrible the anger of a powerful country is. "Zong Dawei's words were resounding.
"We will not harm your compatriots." Muftah subconsciously replied. After he finished speaking, he realized that his entire back was soaked. "This is a terrifying man. He must not be as harmless as he appears on the surface. He is a prehistoric beast with hidden claws. He did not eat us because he was restrained. I must not Provoke him." Mufta was frightened by Zong Dawei's murderous intent and indifference to the common people. He never dared to provoke Zong Dawei again.
"This is the best. I will return your car to you and the money will not be less." Zong Dawei behaved in a reasonable and well-founded manner, neither humble nor arrogant. He did not compromise or bully others. He did not use violence to solve problems. Although he can kill all the rebels here.
His character is that of a civil servant, who relies on his mouth and nose to get things done. He is not a wolf warrior, and he cannot do anything casually. He is tethered to his identity.
"Mr. Zong, what would you like to have for breakfast?" Muftah asked. He changed the subject and lightened the mood. He didn't dare to provoke Zong Dawei.
"Barbecue and strong wine will do." Zong Dawei said casually.
"Any strong liquor? Mr. Zong, I also like drinking. Let's have a drink together." Muftah tried his best to smile.
"Can."
After a while.
The meal is ready.
Very crude.
But having wine and meat is not easy.
"Mr. Zong, you must be no ordinary person. I'd like to toast you." Mufta looked at Zong Dawei with some fear. At this time, Zong Dawei's murderous intent had already been put away. But Muftah was still a little frightened.
"Do it!" Zong Dawei smiled slightly and drank it all in one gulp.
"Mr. Zong, let me toast you too." Muftah's men also started to toast. They seemed to have a tacit understanding and wanted to get Zong Dawei drunk.
"Do it!" Zong Dawei refused to accept anyone who came, "Mufta, I also toast you. I hope the war here will end soon."
"Okay, Mr. Zong." Muftah did it readily.
"You are a loyal subordinate, and I would like to toast you." Zong Dawei began to take the initiative.
"Thank you, Mr. Zong."
"You are very brave, come and have a drink." Zong Dawei continued to toast.
"Dry!"
"The scar on your face is glory. I toast you."
"Thank you Mr. Zong, do it!"
Zong Dawei began to toast frequently.
Soon, Muftah and others staggered around and were all knocked down.
"You still want to get me drunk with just this amount of alcohol. It's really Lu Ban's arrogance and overestimation of his abilities." Zong Dawei ate and drank alone for a while.
He took out his phone and called Bai Hua.
"Hey, Bai Hua, how are you doing?"
"Dawei? We have arrived at the border station. Lao Zhang sent a car to pick us up last night. How are you?" Zhang Ning found enough cars and picked up Bai Hua and the others.
"I'm fine. I just had a barbecue and drank some strong wine." Zong Dawei said with a smile.
"Ah? Dawei, didn't Mufta and the others make things difficult for you?" Bai Hua was a little surprised.
"No, Muftah doesn't dare to do anything to me. Behind me is a powerful motherland, and I have nothing to fear." Zong Dawei was a little confused. He knows he's a bit stupid.
"That's good, Dawei, Lao Zhang wants to talk to you." Bai Hua was with Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning is eager to understand Zong Dawei's situation.
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"Old Zong, how are you doing there? Can you come back?" Zhang Ning asked hurriedly.
"I'm fine here. I eat well and sleep soundly. Once I return the two cars to Mufta, everything will be fine." Zong Dawei said with a smile.
"Then I will send someone to return Muftah's car?"
"No, I guess Muftah will arrive at the border station soon. You can just leave the car behind."
"Sabra Tower has been lost?!" Zhang Ning asked hurriedly. The news of the fall of Sabra Tower has not yet spread.
"Yes, Lao Zhang, please arrange for our people to evacuate quickly. Muftah's people will leave soon, and the border station is not safe."
"Understood, I will send all the people here away in a moment. I will stay and wait for you."
Zong Dawei hesitated and said, "Okay, just wait for me alone. Everyone else should leave quickly." He did not persuade Zhang Ning to leave, because it would be in vain.
If he didn't go back, Zhang Ning would definitely not leave.
They are brothers who share life and death, brothers who treat each other with sincerity, and brothers who will never leave.
After hanging up the phone, Zong Dawei casually strolled around Sabra Tower, which was in ruins.
War is never pretty.
But careerists always start wars.
If God has eyes, let those who provoke the war go through the war.
After they have experienced the cruelty of war, will they still provoke war unscrupulously?
