In the Gwadar area, in General Palu's camp.
Hearing that Mod Amon had suddenly sent someone over, Palu was obviously a little nervous and hurriedly shouted, "Quick, send them out and hide them!"
"yes!"
Everyone in the room started moving.
"You guys, come this way."
The soldiers took Xing Yao and the others and walked quickly towards the door, preparing to settle them in other hidden places.
At this moment, not far from the door, an angry voice rang out: "What kind of a bullshit meeting is this? I didn't see any of your soldiers on the front line! Get out of the way...!"
"brush!"
The head of the guard regiment hurried in, saluted General Palu, then winked at him, indicating that he was already outside the door.
"Damn it!" General Palu waved his hands at the head of the guard regiment, "Quick! Hide them in the corridor at the back! Quick!"
"yes!"
Time was running out, so the guard captain could only pull Xing Yao and his group of eight people and walk hastily to the back of the command room.
At the back is a dug-out corridor, crude yet deep, about two or three meters wide.
Xing Yao and his men went in. The head of the guards stood inside the door and ordered his men, "Send them inside! Quickly!"
After he finished speaking, he stayed in the corridor with another guard. Then, he unlocked the holster of the pistol on his waist and turned on the safety. Then, he put his hands behind his back and watched the movements outside vigilantly to prevent Mod Amon's men from discovering the situation here.
"Walk!"
The remaining soldiers continued to push Xing Yao and the others through the long, dark corridor and stopped at a corner.
One of the soldiers pointed to the corner and said to Xing Yao and the others, "Right here, silence! Silence!"
Xing Yao nodded and looked around. There were some boxes piled up in the corner of the corridor, which might be supplies or something.
"Quick, come and sit down!"
Outside, Palu gave hurried orders and asked his officers to sit down beside him, pretending to be in a meeting.
Just as we were getting ready, the curtain outside the tent was lifted. A staff officer from Mod Amon's staff, who was about fifty years old, walked in with his hands behind his back, along with a regiment commander and four accompanying officers.
General Palu's palms were sweaty, but he had a smile on his face. He said politely to the other party: "Staff Officer Sid, you are here. Please take a seat."
Although he was just a staff officer, he came on behalf of Mod Amon, so Palu still maintained a certain degree of politeness and respect.
Sid looked around, then walked up to General Palu, saluted him, sat down, and said straight to the point: "Dear General Palu, first of all, I'm sorry to interrupt your military meeting. But please forgive my rudeness. I don't know the significance of your military meeting, and I don't even know the purpose of your coming here! In my opinion, your troops may be here to travel, and behind our position, a 20,000-man battlefield observation is being conducted! The soldiers in front of us are bleeding and fighting! Your troops are hiding in the back, holding military telescopes instead of weapons, looking at everything around them indifferently! We are an alliance, but I don't know why you are doing this!"
The other party's tone was full of strong dissatisfaction, even a little excited. After all, General Palu's troops had indeed been assisting in the defense of the rear, and although there were losses, compared with Mod Amon's troops, such losses were almost negligible!
This selfish and passive way of fighting aroused the anger of the entire Mod Amon tribe.
Palu remained calm and soothed him, "Staff Officer Cid, please calm down and tell Mod Amon not to doubt our friendship and cooperation. My troops are preparing for a counterattack, and we are holding a military meeting to discuss countermeasures."
Sid felt that Palu was deliberately delaying, so he said very bluntly: "General Palu, I don't want to hear your explanations now. I just want to understand why you are hiding in the rear and not fighting! If you want to counterattack, give me a clear time..."
"The situation here is this..."
While the discussion was going on outside, in the corridor, Xing Yao was leaning against the wall, continuing to observe the situation here.
At this time, there were two soldiers standing at the corner, one facing outside and the other facing inside, responsible for monitoring every move of these outsiders.
Xing Yao leaned his head slightly, glanced outside the corner, and then looked away.
After thinking it over in his mind, Xing Yao waved at Lao Qian beside him and shouted in a low voice: "Lao Qian, Lao Qian!"
Old Qian walked over and whispered, "Damn, it's quite tense. I don't know who is coming from outside."
Because Palu used the local language when talking to Sid, Lao Qian could not understand much and was a little confused.
Xing Yao thought for a moment, then turned to another young man next to him and shouted, "Xiao Liang, listen, what are they whispering about?"
Xiaoliang is the translator in the team. He has lived in the Lao Mo area for many years and is very familiar with the language here.
At this time, he squatted on the ground with his hands folded. After listening carefully for a while, he grinned at Xing Yao and said, "From what I heard, I guess this Palu is also an old actor. He just squats in the back every day and doesn't let the troops move forward. Mod Amon is mad at him, and the people he sent are angry."
Hearing this, Xing Yao nodded, his brain started to work rapidly again, and he said, "Fuck, it seems that this group of rebels is not united internally, and each of them has their own calculations."
The soldier in charge of monitoring them at the door also did not understand Chinese and did not know what they were saying, but was afraid that their voices would be heard outside, so he reached out, pushed Xing Yao's back with the muzzle of the gun, and made a gesture to him to keep quiet.
Xing Yao glanced at him and said nothing more.
At this time, Sid's loud voice could still be heard outside the door: "No matter how you explain, I must see your soldiers today. Let them put down those binoculars and run to the battlefield ahead with their guns..."
General Palu was still trying to comfort him: "Staff Officer Sid, we also have our difficulties..."
Hearing the quarrel outside, Xing Yao reached out and poked Lao Qian.
Lao Qian looked back at him, puzzled.
However, Xing Yao stretched out his hand and made a pistol gesture at him.