That afternoon, in Xinlai area, at the military building.
Mod Amon was wearing a military uniform, walking back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, looking anxious. He no longer had the calmness he had during the previous negotiations.
In the evening, the sky outside the window was already dim, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the luxurious marble floor under your feet.
“Boom boom boom!”
There was a knock on the office door. Mod Amon looked up suddenly and shouted impatiently outside: "Come in!"
“Squeak—”
His chief of staff pushed open the door and said to Mod Amon, "General, we have just reached an agreement with them. Santos promised to give us 80 million worth of arms, which will be delivered tonight. The other party's bottom line is that we cannot fail to launch any military operations while they are at war with the rebels! At the same time, Santos asked me to tell you that he will always believe in the friendship you and his father have accumulated over the years, and sincerely hopes that you can think about the people in the Old Mexico area! These 80 million worth of arms are his sincerity for this purpose."
Hearing this, Mod Amon couldn't help but clap his hands vigorously and let out a long sigh of relief. He slowly walked to the sofa next to him, bent down and sat down, and couldn't help but sigh: "This is really a tough afternoon... In order to wait for this news, I didn't even have lunch."
His chief of staff nodded slightly and said with a smile: "It seems that Santos wants to bet heavily on us! But he also put forward the only condition, which is that he cannot accept the official declaration of the independence and sovereignty of our Xinlai region now. The details of the alliance treaty between the two sides will be announced after the war is over."
Mod Amon said indifferently: "That so-called treaty is cheaper than the list of the planned area! Believe me, that thing is meaningless! These 80 million arms are what we want!"
Mod Amon thought for a moment and whispered, "You should immediately arrange for someone to take over and secretly transport this batch of arms back!"
The Chief of General Staff was not in a hurry to leave. He hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but said, "General... There is one thing I still don't understand."
Mod Amon looked at his most trusted right-hand man: "What's wrong?"
The Chief of Staff asked, "Well, you see, given our current relationship with the government army, plus the external pressure from the rebels and District 1, isn't it a bit hasty for Santos to send us 80 million worth of arms just in exchange for an uncertain verbal agreement? I always feel that there is something indescribably strange about what he did."
"I like your caution." Mod Amon smiled and said, "Do you know what the Orientals say?"
The Chief of General Staff put on a humble attitude and said, “Please enlighten me.”
Mod Amon paused for a long time and sighed softly, "When one is sick, he will try any possible means. In this situation, besides using 80 million arms to please me, does Santos have any other way? As long as my troops enter the battlefield, the regime in the Old Mexico region will cease to exist. To put it bluntly, Santos's method is very simple. He wants to use my reputation in this land and his father's decades of relationship to coerce me. Unfortunately, he doesn't know that since the day I formed an alliance with his father, our Mod Amon family has always been an independent family!"
The Chief of General Staff thought for a moment and asked again: "General, which direction should we go?"
Mod Amon waved his hand and said, "In fact, I haven't made up my mind yet. I am still a little confused. Go and take back my 80 million munitions and have them arrive at the most suitable place as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll do it now."
The Chief of General Staff nodded and quickly left the office.
…
When the warlord Mod Amon was very likely to rebel, Santos actually gave him a batch of arms with complete ammunition and worth 80 million for nothing. This decision made many people in Santos' cabinet dissatisfied.
Because in their view, once the other party violates the agreement, these 80 million arms would be equivalent to aiding the enemy!
However, Santos insisted on sending out the arms, temporarily suppressing all internal voices of dissatisfaction.
At the same time, Wang Dingyuan began to deploy troops in the town of Hualei. He ordered the Western Expedition Corps to start moving and gathering towards the line.
Zhao Weihu, along with Fei Pingsheng, also returned directly to Hualei Town, commanding the Second Army to quickly deploy their troops and prepare to confront the rebels along the marching route. They were determined to fight a big battle and defend Hualei Town to the death!
At this moment, the defense zone near the town of Hualei had gathered a force of nearly 200,000 people, including Zhao Weihu's Ren Min Army, Lao Mo's official army, and the Western Expedition Corps led by Wang Dingyuan.
As a result, all the troops of the Mexican government army were pushed forward, making the military strength of the inland areas slightly weaker.
…
Around seven o'clock in the evening, in Hualei Town, in the compound of the Logistics Support Association.
The purpose of this logistics support association is to allocate emergency supplies and ensure the basic living of the families of soldiers, the elderly, the weak and the disabled in the town.
At this time, the compound was filled with all kinds of supplies, which were the latest batch of emergency food and daily necessities to be distributed to the families.
With the war approaching, many economic exchanges between Hualei Town and the outside world have been cut off, and some civilian materials have become tight, so overall distribution and planning are needed.
Many staff members were busy in the yard, constantly sorting and moving supplies.
Ah Hua was wearing very simple clothes and was busy in the crowd. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Hurry up! Xiao Li, you guys should quickly count the number of people who haven't received the supplies yet..."
When they were busy, a young man shouted to Ah Hua: "Sister Hua, your husband is here!"
Ahua wiped the sweat from his forehead, pulled off his sleeves, and walked out of the yard.
Outside the gate, Lao Fei was indeed standing there, smoking a cigarette with a somewhat anxious look on his face.
Ah Hua came over and asked hurriedly, "Why are you here?"
Fei Pingsheng looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he threw away his cigarette butt and said to Ah Hua with a serious face, "Pack up and get ready to go."
Ah Hua was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "Is there any surprise?"
Fei Pingsheng whispered: "The upper echelons have adjusted the battle plan for Hualei Town..."
…
Meanwhile, in Bana City.
Bai Hongbo walked into the chief's office and said directly to Bruna: "I received news from Xiaoyu. He just made some adjustments. The direction of our support has changed a little bit from before..."