The gunshots continued all night, and the sky had already lit up a little.

The battle at the Royal Palace of Comora was long over, and the nominal Biagun army had occupied the place, but those in the know knew that this was not Biagan's victory.

The national army gathered by Komora has been scattered and defeated, with heavy casualties, and most of them have surrendered. The only remaining loyal troops are the king's clan, who escorted the young King Komora to evacuate overnight. That Komora is legal The whereabouts of the rulers are now unknown, and the capital, Moyani, has effectively fallen.

Judging from the current situation, Komora no longer exists, and the war to destroy the country is basically over. The King Biagun, who is contemptuous of the world and angered by the European Union and the US imperialists, can already declare that Komora will be incorporated into the country and open a new era. , and then wait for condemnation and sanctions from the international community.

Then again, sanctions or something, from the perspective of the cosmic power Biagang, is not a problem at all.

The king's elder brother encountered protests and riots in the country that year, and immediately sent troops to break into the US imperial embassy to shoot the beautiful scenery, and even beat the US imperial guards who jumped out to stop him. He has already eaten the human lighthouse. sanction issued.

Later, they threatened that if the little American ants dared to continue the sanctions, they would directly send troops to occupy the North American continent - so they were directly downgraded diplomatic relations.

Once again, due to the trade issue that could not be reached with the EU, the powerful king was furious and announced that he would send troops to sweep across the continent to fulfill Napoleon's unfulfilled long-cherished wish, so he encountered joint sanctions from the EU countries.

This is normal, but the reason for sanctions is rather funny. Western countries have used traditional arts. Obviously, the cause of the conflict is the lack of trade talks and the king of Biagang. The reason for the sanctions is human rights, that is to say , If the trade is negotiated and there is money to be made, the human rights issue will not exist.

But in any case, King Biagun has already experienced hundreds of battles, even if he launched a war of aggression and annexed neighboring countries in the 21st century, it is not false.

International sanctions? Has Lao Tzu received less sanctions?

What? UN armed intervention?

Pull it down, where Biaagon doesn't shit, God has not rewarded oil, nor is it a battleground for the military, nor does it have the mind and threat of dominating one side, and it never intends to settle oil in euros, imperialism is full. Hold on, how can you come to burn money.

stable.

Although King Biagun is arrogant, he is not entirely a sand sculpture, and he has his own calculations in his heart.

Moreover, this war was not for the purpose of unifying the country and recovering the homeland. Komora was not even as rich as Biagun, and he was not crazy, how could he be willing to raise a group of poor ghosts.

The war was started because of a secret deal.

It's good for him to cooperate.

He is the ruler of a country.

Only one country can give promises that make another country's heart move.

He calculated left and right, and felt that it was not a loss. This was stable.

It's just that the king, who is over fifty years old, is not entirely a sand sculpture, but he is half a sand sculpture.

He thought about things only halfway through.

He figured that there are only advantages and no disadvantages. Even if there are disadvantages, he is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. The advantages are big enough, why not take a gamble? Moreover, there is the support of that country.

But he forgot the second half.

It may be that the history of this king is not very good.

He forgot the hardships his ancestors suffered, or in other words, kneeling and licking the West have been implanted in the hearts of these generations of black people by the former colonizers. He is both fearful and yearning. He keeps despising the West and despising Europe and the United States. neater than anyone else.

If it's not bad money, who wants to be a licking dog.

It's just that he forgot, or only saw the civilized side of the Western countries on the surface, but he forgot the face of these imperialist countries in Africa back then, talking like farts and breaking contracts like drinking water.

The old king felt that the capture of Monia and the capture of King Komora meant that the deal was over.

But for the players, the second phase of the plan is about to begin.

Comora Palace.

The light from the street lamps outside filtered through the curtains and into the room.

Kang Jinzhu was sitting in the house, listening to the sporadic gunfire in the distance. He stared at the pen and paper in front of him. It was a letter, and he wrote page after page, but he couldn't finish it. His eyes were calm and he sighed.

The door was rudely knocked a few times, but this was only a formality.

It was a blue-eyed Frenchman with pale yellow hair cut into a bun, which is very comfortable in hot Africa, sweats fast, and insects are not easy to get in. He is surrounded by a kind of meritorious deed. The breath of death, that is the smell of gunpowder, he led a **** attack not long ago, and completely strangled the Komora guards who defended the palace and defended the final glory.

Little Bob Bourrow, the leader and field commander of this mysterious mercenary army.

"My people told me that you don't eat and you don't sleep."

He tried his best to maintain the grace and dignity of being French.

It's just that his war career made him straightforward and decisive, and his identity as a war hyena who chased blood and death made this etiquette and elegance look even more hypocritical, especially the so-called noble etiquette, which was essentially to draw a line from the humble commoners, The arrogance and arrogance hidden in those eyes cannot be concealed at all.

Little Bob slowed down his tone and said, "Kang, you must be in excellent condition, we need you to serve us soberly and energetically, without any mistakes and mistakes."

Kang Jinzhu looked up at him and said indifferently, "Why, do you have another ruins to be bombed?"

Little Bob's expression froze for a moment, and then he smiled calmly: "That's right."

He looked at his watch and said, "You have to get some sleep and then eat something, and if you can't sleep, we can provide medication, because it's not long before we have to go."

The experienced blasting engineer raised his eyebrows and said, "Where to go?"

Little Bob smiled: "The less you know, the better."

Kang Jinzhu looked at him for a moment, then slowly lowered his head: "Oh, it turned out to be Biagan."

Little Bob's eyes were startled.

Kant's father looked down at the letter on the table and said softly: "Comora and Biagun were a country a long time ago and shared a common civilization. There is a king's tomb in Comora, and Biagan has a similar one. You Your father secretly manipulated the country, but even so, the young king would not allow you to unearth the tombs of your ancestors, so you did this game, waged war, and killed the king."

"I think, since King Komora doesn't agree with you digging the tomb, King Biagun will definitely not agree. Their maintenance and dedication to the glory of their ancestors are similar, so you have done this game, Komora's side The excavation of the tomb has been completed, the next step, you have to take down the king of Biagan who thinks he is wise, and then start to excavate the ruins of Biagan, am I right?"

The expression of the mercenary leader became colder and colder, his eyes were surprised, admired, and murderous.

Kang Jinzhu sighed: "Biagang's annexation of Komora has a certain legal basis, and interfering here will not benefit national interests. I am afraid that the five permanent members will be careless about this, and the United Nations will not take any drastic response. If you The master behind him shouted that he wanted to send troops to intervene, but it seemed very strange, and it was easy to arouse the vigilance and curiosity of China, Russia, and even the United Kingdom and the United States."

"After all, in national affairs, it is not profitable to get up early, and getting up early must be beneficial."

"And I think that the French and even the United Nations can pass a resolution, intervene by force, completely overthrow the king of Biagan, and replace it with a 'democratic government', and then allow you to thoroughly and calmly excavate that relic, instead of hiring The local workers were clumsy and almost blew up the mausoleum...there had to be a reason."

The Chinese were silent for a moment, and then continued: "I have been thinking about it, and there is no more suitable reason than several Chinese citizens were brutally shot and killed by Biagan soldiers in Comora."

"My motherland will be furious and react fiercely. Such behavior is no less than a declaration of war. It is public and private, and China will definitely not let it go."

"And what France and Baixi have been preventing is China's expansion of influence in Africa. You see Africa as a back garden, how can you let the Chinese army interfere in it, so you can take it all in a reasonable and reasonable way, agree to send troops to interfere with the resolution, and let France replace it. China vented its anger, and a round of appeasement and exchange was completed under the Wuchang table, and the French did the work for the Chinese.

"All motives are legitimate."

"My motherland will not pursue it carefully, because Fabaixi has enough reasons to do so. Biagang will sincerely apologize and severely execute the investigation. Soldiers, officers and even generals will all die, the king will step down, and the relatives of the deceased will be punished. With huge compensation, domestic public opinion will be appeased, and international prestige will increase, and even if the idea of ​​sending troops to intervene is suppressed by France and Baixi, other benefits will inevitably be obtained."

"Even China is happy to see such a scene. After all, direct military intervention will still cause tension in the West and even African countries. We want to rise peacefully."

"So, all the countries were kept in the dark. You went around in big circles, but you mastered Biagan and Komora, and you were able to calmly develop those magical things in the mausoleum... This process is very confusing, and it is very much your western behavior. Style, pay such a big price, you must gain more."

When Kang Jinzhu said this, he took off his glasses and put them on the table.

The tone is flat.

"It's just... I'm afraid I won't survive."

He turned his head and looked at little Bob with a cold and mocking smile.

"Actually, this idea and method can be replaced by a French citizen being shot and executed. It is even more convenient. You have changed your mind temporarily..."

He said lightly: "After all, in your eyes, the French people's lives are precious, and the Chinese people's lives are not lives, right?"

Little Bob wanted to say something.

But all the words were said by the Chinese.

This Chinese even guessed his own ending, but his eyes were surprisingly calm. It was not that he was without fear, but he knew that fear was useless, and he had to maintain dignity in front of the enemy.

He opened his mouth and finally sighed: "You see, smart people sometimes live more tiring and painful lives than stupid people, because they can see the ending, but they can't change it."

Kang Jinzhu shook his head and said, "No, I'd rather die awake than feel sorry before dying."

Little Bob raised a strange respect in his heart, maybe it was his admiration for the wise, because this Chinese had inferred the complete plan through some sporadic clues and observations in the past few days.

Maybe it's the respect for the brave...Because of being a mercenary, I am used to seeing disputes of interests, seeing the disappearance of life, and seeing the ugly face of human nature, so I admire people who regard death as home.

He said solemnly, "What do you regret?"

Kang Jinzhu said, "My son, my wife, I want to make two calls to my family."

Little Bob thought for a while and shook his head: "Unfortunately, I can't promise you. Since you already know this, I can't agree, lest you secretly leak the news."

"Indeed, I just tried to ask. I worked for you, opened the collapsed underground tomb, and saw those things. From then on, the ending has been doomed."

Kang Jinzhu's calm words made little Bob slightly embarrassed.

The Chinese picked up the paper in their hands: "A suicide note is always okay, right?"

Little Bob thought for a while, then shook his head apologetically: "The same concern, I'm not sure what code message you will bury in the text, you can only dictate, and then I will write it into French, and then translate it - I can only do this step. , in fact, it is a bit risky to agree to your request, and the reason why I agree is out of respect for a father."

Kang Jinzhu looked at him: "You also have a son?"

"Yes, he is the age of mischief and arrogance. I hope that in twenty years, he will become Little Bob, and I will become Big Bob, and my father will become Old Bob."

Little Bob said sternly: "Not because of him... but for my father, Kang, everything I do is for my father, he gave me selfless love and everything, and I will use mine For everything back to him, I can see that you love your son as much as he loves me."

Kang Jinzhu whispered: "Really?"

Little Bob said sternly: "I sympathize with the young man, but there is no way out, and I can understand his urgency. If I were him, if my father was in danger, I would definitely do anything. Rescue at the price, kill everyone who tried to hurt my father, and not a single one is left."

The father from China whispered: "I don't want him to come to Africa to save me."

Little Bob smiled sarcastically: "I'm afraid he won't come either."

Kang Jinzhu asked back, "Isn't this good news for me?"

The French father's smile froze.

And the Chinese father continued: "He will grieve, but he doesn't know who the real murderer of his father is. For him, this hatred has ended after seeing the execution of the 'murderer' by the Biagun government on TV, He took back my ashes and finally walked out in the company of relatives and friends. I believe that he will continue to live with kindness and integrity, and to continue his bright life with a bright future..."

Little Bob's expression was stagnant. He thought of his son who had been in contact with the mercenary life since he was a child.

For a while, I didn't know what to say, and I didn't know whether to regret or envy.

"Anyway, if I can, I don't want a young man to lose his father, but for my father, all people can sacrifice, I don't mind killing more people..."

He sighed, "For that, I can only say sorry."

Kang Jinzhu thought for a while: "I heard that your father is spending his old age in a villa outside Paris. It seems that his health is not optimistic. Is there anything in the mausoleum that can treat him? I am very curious. What is it worth paying so much to your country, and taking so seriously?"

Little Bob was suddenly startled, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "...don't do any tricks."

"Don't worry, I'm not an impulsive person." Kang Jinzhu calmly said, "The success rate of disturbing you is not high, and whether it succeeds or not, I will die, and even affect my family and let them suffer from your madness. Retaliation - I have no doubt that you would do it."

Little Bob was relieved.

"I'm sorry, Kang, and I don't ask for your understanding and forgiveness. We can only do this step."

There was some sincerity and genuine apology in his tone.

Kang Jinzhu was silent for a full minute, then showed a bitter smile.

"It's useless to talk too much."

He said quietly: "I will cooperate with you, work for you, and will not play tricks, remember to bring my last words to China, and - remember to put pressure on the compensation as high as possible."

"...No problem, Kang, I promise you, in my father's name."

"Then, my goal has been achieved, so I won't waste my words tonight." Kang Jinzhu put on his eyes and picked up the pen, "I will eat and sleep in a while, you can leave."

Little Bob stood up slowly, then left, closing the door.

This time the movement is light.

The pen tip is suspended in the air, and under the light, Kang Jinzhu's profile is frozen like a sculpture.

After a while, water droplets splashed off the paper, making a crisp sound.

Even if he is quick-witted, calm and wise, when he misses his wife and children, he is still just a mortal.

It is flesh and blood.

Husband and father.

He misses his relatives far away. When was the last time we met?

No one knows, that side is actually parting.

I have been away from Duo Ju Shao since I was a child, and I will never see him again.

There is no more suffering in the world than this.

Kang Jinzhu has always been a staunch materialist from childhood to adulthood. Even if his death was approaching, he did not show the slightest fear and pleading, but calmly called the enemy bandit leader. Through verbal confrontation and psychological manipulation, he finally won the enemy. With some respect and understanding, some consensus has been reached.

After all, he didn't die in a daze.

He did everything in his power to arrange something behind him.

He brought the final words to his relatives, and tried his best to get more compensation. As a husband and father, he has been working hard to give his family a better life.

Now, in the dead of night, writing a suicide note, thinking of my family, my originally peaceful mind without confusion is silently praying, praying to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Anyone can.

Anyone can hear it.

Help.

He prayed for the mercy of fate, and prayed for the thought of God and Buddha.

Not for myself, but for my wife, and for my son.

May he come out of sadness as soon as possible, still bright and pure, not shady because of loss, not indifferent because of parting, still chasing the light, still full of hope, still with goodwill, not blindly hated because of loss, not because of one thing hostile to an entire group.

Should be able to do it.

It's my son after all.

Even when I was a child, I spent less time and separated more, and I was often not around, but I could still grow up to be a good boy, as well as Xiaoman, Wang Yongzhi, and his mother... It must be okay.

The child has grown up.

He thought of this, and felt that there was no need to pray to the gods and Buddhas.

Because that was his son.

He knows.

What this father didn't know was that his son was not thousands of miles away, but was very close to him. His son had crossed thousands of miles across the ocean and had already been stained with countless blood.

At this time, Kant was driving hurriedly in the vast night road, driving wildly in the direction of Moyani, his eyes were full of murderous intent, his eyes were cold, and he had no hesitation.

And a simple signal device that can cross the world suddenly started to shine with a strange red glow.

Like a **** horn, calling him to start another round of killing.

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PS1: 5,500 words, today’s chapters are also two-in-one... I will write more tomorrow, good night and good night-by the way, I will explain a little here, lest you continue to speculate, Kant’s parents are all ordinary people we know People, at most are the elite group, but they are still ordinary people. It's really boring to write two amazing parents who came from a professional and mysterious fighting ability. Ordinary people also have great power, it is better to say ordinary people The greatness of man is more valuable, that's all.

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