In the Sri Lanka base, Zhao Weihu was cursing because the Mexican army only sent two regiments to support.
Fei Pingsheng spread his hands and said with some embarrassment: "I have had some contact with them, and I feel that the young commander is rather hesitant. He is afraid that if the Sri Lankan war breaks out, District One will take the opportunity to infiltrate the interior of Old Mexico, and warlords in various places will follow suit, causing his regime to become unstable."
After Zhao Weihu took over as the commander-in-chief of the Renmin Army, Fei Pingsheng has been in charge of taking care of the Lao Mo official army. Therefore, he has had more dealings with them and is more familiar with the young commander's situation.
After hearing Lao Fei's explanation, Zhao Weihu didn't buy it. Instead, he became even angrier: "The family is about to be destroyed, what are you talking about stability? Prepare a plane for me. I'm going to the Melbourne headquarters now. I want to ask him in person!"
Fei Pingsheng also knew Zhao Weihu's temper, so he quickly pulled him aside and said, "Calm down. If you have anything to say, tell me and I'll say it for you. I'm just a small brigade commander, so it's not a big deal for me to run back and forth, but if something happens to you, our Renmin Army will be finished."
Zhao Weihu said very forcefully: "This armed force has fought all the way from the south of Longcheng to the south of Laomo. No matter who dies, the Renmin Army will not die!"
Fei Pingsheng still didn't let go, Zhao Weihu reached out and patted his shoulder, and told him bluntly: "Old Fei, you can't solve this problem, I have to go. You stay in Sri Lanka and take charge here. If I die, you will be the commander-in-chief of the Renmin Army!"
After saying that, Zhao Weihu shook off Fei Pingsheng's hand and strode out of the headquarters.
"Commander! Commander Zhao!"
Fei Pingsheng shouted twice, but he could not stop Zhao Weihu, so he could only sigh. But after thinking carefully, Commander Zhao was not a reckless person, and he should have his own weighing of the matter, so he let him go.
Soon, an airplane took off from the military runway in Sri Lanka and flew into the dark night sky.
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About two hours later, we arrived at the military headquarters compound in Melbourne.
Two military vehicles stopped in front of the headquarters building, and Zhao Weihu, wearing a military uniform, stepped out of the car.
This time, Zhao Weihu only brought eight personal guards with him. At this time, he told the guards to wait downstairs and walked into the building alone.
After the old commander died, the young commander took over his father's career and became the new highest commander of the government army at the age of 30. Perhaps because he was young and grew up in a national crisis, he was more conservative and used to looking ahead and behind.
Zhao Weihu walked very quickly, and soon arrived at the door of the young commander's office.
Two guards were standing in front of the door. When they saw Zhao Weihu, they hurried forward to stop him and spoke in English.
"General Zhao, please stay."
"The president is working, please do not disturb him."
The people at the headquarters did not expect Zhao Weihu to come so suddenly, and were a little surprised. When they heard that he wanted to see the young commander, they immediately found excuses and did not want him to meet with the young commander.
“Get out of the way!”
Zhao Weihu didn't bother with the two guards and walked inside.
The guard tried to stop him again and said, "General Zhao, please don't make things difficult for me..."
Zhao Weihu glanced at them and said bluntly: "Either you shoot me directly or let me in."
The two guards were stunned when they heard this.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Weihu pushed the two people away and opened the door behind him with a snap.
At this time, the young commander was sitting in front of a desk, wearing a pair of glasses, dealing with piles of documents on the table, and was busy and exhausted.
Next to those documents, there is coffee and some energy drinks to refresh yourself.
Although he is only 30 years old, the young commander works very seriously. He is often busy until very late before resting, and he is so conscientious that he dare not make any mistakes.
Seeing Zhao Weihu suddenly rushing in, the young commander raised his head from the sea of documents, a hint of surprise in his eyes, then a smile appeared on his face. He stood up and said in slightly awkward Chinese: "Oh, my dear General Zhao, why are you here?"
As he spoke, the young commander glanced in the direction of the gate and waved to the two guards.
The guard nodded, stepped out, and closed the door.
Zhao Weihu was not polite either. He sat down on the sofa opposite the young commander and said to him directly: "Mr. General, I have no other business this time. I want three armies. Let them set off to Sri Lanka right now."
Chief General Santos sat back in his chair, gently adjusted his glasses, thought for a moment, and said to Zhao Weihu: "General Zhao, you are my subordinate, but also my friend. I don't want to disappoint you, but I really can't do anything about your request. I suggest that you seek help from Longcheng. They have sufficient troops and the Blackwater Corps in Bana City as support. As for us internally... God, believe me, it's really terrible here! As far as I know, there have been quite a few idiots who are ready to make a move recently, and I need power to restrain them."
Zhao Weihu didn't buy into Santos's complaints and excuses. Instead, he told him directly, "Longcheng can't give me much support. Once Sri Lanka goes to war, they won't be able to take care of themselves. As for Bana City, the situation is even more complicated, and distant water can't quench immediate thirst. What I need now is the help of our government troops."
Santos listened silently without saying anything.
Zhao Weihu stared into his eyes and continued, "You should understand that Sri Lanka is the gateway to us, the Moslems. As a result, we are the only ones guarding the gate. If you can't give me these three armies, our situation will be very difficult!"
Hearing Zhao Weihu's tough attitude, Santos finally showed a hint of displeasure on his face, and his voice became much colder. He couldn't help but said seriously: "General Zhao, I hope you understand that the person sitting in front of you is the chief of military and political affairs of Lao Mo."
Seeing that the other party was beginning to put on airs, Zhao Weihu suddenly stood up and shouted: "OK, Mr. Chief! I'm telling you now, if you don't give me these three armies, well, I won't care about Sri Lanka anymore, you go find someone to guard the East Gate. There's no one guarding the border of your own country, and I'm an outsider. You don't give me guns, ammunition, or people. Why should I fight for you? Isn't my brother's life a life?! If you say you won't defend, then I will withdraw to Longcheng immediately. I have a place to live, there's no need to stay here!"
Santos frowned and looked at him intently, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a while.
The atmosphere in the entire office was also filled with tension.
Zhao Weihu looked at Santos's face, took a long breath, suppressed his emotions, and said slowly: "Santos, from a work perspective, I have followed your father in battles for more than ten years. He has been very kind to me. In the most difficult time, he opened a door for us. No matter when, I, Zhao Weihu, and Chijun are grateful to him and remember this friendship. From a personal perspective, I watched you grow up, and you, your family and I have a deep friendship and affection, so I don't want to argue with you. I just want to remind you that we are at a moment of life and death! If the gate of Sri Lanka cannot be defended, once the rebels march straight in, even if you have a hundred hammers inside, you can't knock down those nails that want to come out!"
After a pause, Zhao Weihu finally said: "I just want three armies. If you give them to me, I will help you defend. If you don't give them to me, I can only leave. That's it."
As a general outside the human family group, Zhao Weihu would normally never use this kind of tone to negotiate with the chief in a challenging manner.
But years of military career and experience told Zhao Weihu that the Renmin Army had reached a moment of life and death.
Longcheng is in turmoil and the forces are complex. The Renmin Army cannot pin its hopes on such an environment and team.
Without Liuzi, the major forces lost their most important bond, so he had to prepare for the worst. If one day the entire team split up and each fought on their own, Zhao Weihu had to ensure that the military strength of the Renmin Army could continue.
This is the first large-scale armed force of overseas Chinese, and it may also be the last. This incense cannot be interrupted.
Challenging the chief was a helpless move, and he had to win the help of the Mexican government troops.
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at the same time.
In a cafe in Bana City, a Chinese man said to a middle-aged South American man: "This is our price..."