Wind Rises in Dragon City

In a tent on the banks of the Aromas River.

After hearing Mord Amon's words, Santos stared at the other party silently, and he understood the meaning of the other party's words.

Mord Amon crossed his legs, smoking a cigar, his body was very relaxed, and he was also looking at Santos.

This kind of posture and expression is totally not the attitude that a subordinate should have when meeting the chief. Even, at this moment, the other party showed an undisguised sense of oppression!

The atmosphere in the entire camp became a little depressed for a while, and no one spoke.

After weighing in his heart for a long time, Santos clenched his fists under the table tightly, and finally loosened them slowly.

"Snapped!"

Santos suddenly pulled his chair away, stood up, knelt down on one knee directly to Morde Amon in front of everyone, bent down and said: "Uncle Morde Amon, you are in my eyes, and my My father is as great and as shining. Once you helped him conquer the north and south, consolidate the territory of Laomo, and let hundreds of millions of people here live a peaceful life. Now, although I am the chief, I I still hope that you can continue to play your role for our hometown and our nation. In my heart, you are the real leader of this regime!"

This sudden scene stunned many people. Some officers, as well as guards, didn't understand what happened at all.

In their view, this is not like an action that a leader should do at all!

Because it's an absolute disgrace! It is a rare downward compromise of the highest right!

Next to him, Mod Amon was not surprised by Santos' actions, and didn't even intend to get up to help him. He just sat calmly on the chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the young chief.

It seemed that Mord Amon was regaining his balance for the days when he groveled and stooped.

Morde Amon didn't speak, and Santos kept kneeling there, with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly.

Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng sat aside, seeing this scene, felt somewhat uncomfortable. After all, the leader of his partner compromised by kneeling down.

Even if they were unhappy, there was nothing they could do now. The two could only keep silent and didn't say a word.

After a long time, Mord Amon finally put down his cigar and said with a sigh: "My child, I am old, I am no longer as brave as I used to be, and I am even panting when I walk. Now I have to rely on a lot of food every day. Drugs to maintain my poor health. I would like to reach out to you, this is my sincere words..."

As Morde Amon said, he turned his head and pointed at Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng who were sitting beside him with his cigar fingers: "But I'm glad that you have friends from other ethnic groups around you. They can help You. You no longer need me, the poor old man, don’t you? A series of policies in Hehua District are decided by yourself. You have sufficient political wisdom and courage. As your uncle, I will do it for you You are happy."

Santos became more silent when he heard this.

Zhao Weihu frowned, and Fei Pingsheng secretly clenched his fists.

Mord Amon paused for a moment, took a puff of his cigar, and continued to say to Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng: "Friends who have come from afar, I sincerely welcome your arrival, and I believe that the same is true for everyone else. What kind of privileges does the area have, your troops can freely enter and exit any armed defense area, while still holding our best supplies, and even have your own territory here. God witness, I feel for your situation Pleased, all the people, soldiers, and generals here should salute you."

Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng naturally heard the implication of these words. Apart from the little commander, this old warlord also wanted to put strong pressure on Longcheng.

Fei Pingsheng looked at the situation in the room, weighed it over and over again, stood up first, and saluted slightly to Mod Amon: "Dear General Mod Amon, we have always been very grateful to the old Mexican officers and soldiers for giving us generous conditions and political privileges. , let us have a habitat to survive. So, I always want to express my gratitude to you!"

Having said that, Fei Pingsheng looked at Santos again, gritted his teeth, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly: "I also thank you for taking care of us all the time! I hope, General Mod Amon I can form a deep friendship with the old Mexican army and the Renmin army, and jointly resist foreign enemies! Because this is not just a matter of overseas Chinese, it is also related to the safety of the old Mexican people! I believe that with your character, He will carry the heavy responsibility of the nation on his shoulders!"

After saying these words, Fei Pingsheng turned his head and glanced at Zhao Weihu, and the two looked at each other.

Zhao Weihu understood what Lao Fei meant, and also knew what he needed now, and what the overseas Chinese in Dragon City needed. So he paused for a while, his face flushed red, he clenched his steel fists, pushed the chair away, and slowly knelt down on one knee towards Morde Amon.

The old warlord turned his head and looked at him with his legs crossed.

Zhao Weihu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I also hope that General Mord Amon can fully support us and jointly resist foreign enemies!"

Morde Amon sat there, his eyes slowly sweeping over the three kneeling on the ground. After a long time, he got up with a smile, stretched out his hand, helped them up one by one, and said at the same time: "Today, not only I saw your sincerity, but my family and my troops also saw your sincerity. However, I need a little time to discuss many things. After all, we have always been a coalition country, and before we implement a plan, we must obtain the consent of the majority of people."

Santos nodded and said, "Of course, dear uncle."

Everyone sat back on their chairs, and Mod Amon continued: "Tomorrow, my chief of staff will discuss the relevant details with you here."

"Thank you very much." Santos said with a smile: "Hope we have a good start."

…

An hour later, everyone ended the meeting and left the camp.

Mod Amon got into his military vehicle, and the chief of staff beside him finally asked, "Your Excellency, what do you think of this matter?"

Morde Amon leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and said: "I think Santos and those Chinese have given us enough respect. It is obvious that he needs us very much... Actually, it is also a matter of negotiation with the Chinese district. It’s a good choice, but it depends on what kind of price they can give us, at least it should be much higher than the first district, because our negotiating position will always be after the Santos regime. We must strive for our absolute Rights and interests, because our armed forces can determine the victory or defeat of the Old Mo battlefield, or even the Dragon City battlefield! Obviously, Santos and those Chinese have also seen this."

The chief of staff nodded.

"Drip Lingling!"

As soon as the words fell, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's phone rang. Mod Amon picked up the phone and asked in a low voice, "Hello?"

In the microphone, Kang Dinghuang's voice sounded: "Dear General Morde Amon, I heard that many things happened in the Laomo area today."

Hearing this, Mord Amon paused, but quickly said with a smile: "Yes, I met him, but it was just a casual chat, the war is coming, we need to calm down the young chief come down."

Kang Dinghuang said very directly: "General Mord Amon, you can't take my money and show kindness to Santos at the same time."

Mod Amon said firmly: "Don't worry, our friendship is more important than anything else."

Kang Dinghuang nodded and said: "I hope so, our side is about to launch a general offensive."

The old and cunning Morde Amon immediately replied: "I have been waiting for such an opportunity."

…

On the way back, Zhao Weihu, Santos and Fei Pingsheng did not speak. Because they all know that today is definitely a shameful day!

After thinking for a long time, Santos turned his head and said to Zhao Weihu: "In retrospect, what the new General Wang Dingyuan said makes some sense."

Zhao Weihu said with a sullen face: "...all the people I knelt on are dead. I hope that this Morde Amon can give the same reward as today's incident in a limited time."