Doomsday rat

Chapter 487 Bishop
While Hong Tao was thinking hard about how to spy on the adjudicator and the East Asian Union, a small group of people in the Yining base were also thinking hard about his every move.

Oh, no, it can't be said to be plotting against him, but plotting against the righteous Yuro.As far as he's been able to pretend so far, no one has connected the chivalrous and erratic mythical figure with a muddle-headed, honest and dull herdsman.

Gray concrete pillars, dark green iron fences, and dense and tall green belts prevent outsiders from peeking into the yard, and can only glimpse a small gray building with a distinct former Soviet style through the fence gate.

This five-story building, which looks like a small Great Hall of the People, is located in the center of downtown YN, at the intersection of Jiefang Road and Stalin Road. It used to be called the Autonomous Prefecture Government and is now the headquarters of the Redeemer.

The female secretaries wearing military uniform jackets and dark skirts were no longer as leisurely as they used to be, and they all involuntarily quickened their pace, while trying not to approach the brown door in the middle of the second floor.

"Boom... idiot! They are all idiots! I think they are too full to eat, and they can actually let people escape from under their noses, and they have lost more than 30 people in vain. Why doesn't he die? How can it be safe if it goes on like this? Maybe he...or maybe she is Yuro, who will aim at our heads and shoot us at any moment!"

But what was he afraid of, the heavy door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and then a very stocky middle-aged man rushed out.Dark green army trousers and shiny riding boots, the lower body was neatly dressed, but on top was only a white shirt with two buttons undone, which made the chest muscles bulging.

Although he is not tall, his voice is really not small, and the eardrums of the people nearby are buzzing, but no one dares to cover their ears.

"Sabine, don't yell...you'll make everyone more nervous. Come on, things haven't gotten to the worst." Just when everyone was at a loss and in a dilemma, another four walked out of the door. 50 years old middle-aged man.

His appearance is more East Asian, and his pronunciation is more Chinese. He should be a Han Chinese.And that Sabine, no matter how fluent in Chinese, still has the taste of beetroot soup, coupled with gray-green eyeballs and hair that is either yellow or black, he is a standard Russian and Far Eastern mixed race, commonly known as Ermaozi.

"Zhao, the special envoy of the East Asian Alliance has crossed the blockade, and it is likely that they have already sat at the table of the rebels. Isn't it the worst? You must know that they are a behemoth, with air force and mechanized troops, and even the four-provincial alliance that is stronger than us They were all annexed overnight. What should we do if we let them unite with the rebels!"

Although the man's voice was not loud and his tone was not harsh, Sabine immediately restrained his emotions and tried his best to restrain his anger and lower his voice.But his tone didn't improve at all, there was panic in the anxiety, and helplessness in the tension.

"Please call me Bishop, Your Excellency Commander... Come in and close the door!"

The man named Zhao was a little annoyed at Sabin's outspoken behavior in front of many subordinates. This bastard really has no city at all.In order to hide the dissatisfaction in his chest, he reached out to support the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and at the same time, the right side of his face couldn't help twitching, revealing a scar that was no longer obvious.

"...Lord Bishop!" Despite Er Maozi's burly figure and hot temper, he was a little vague at this time, and obediently changed his address.He took out another handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his bald head before continuing.

"But up to now, those idiots have neither found out the identity of the gunman nor where he came from. Where might he be now? Should I seal off all the hundreds of kilometers of no-man's land from Korla to Ruoqiang? "

"Blockade is always passive, it can't solve the problem...Let's leave this matter to the adjudicator. Take 200 loyal and reliable believers from the army and give it to Wacker, and don't worry about the rest." Bishop backed He started to walk half a circle around the room, as if he had made up his mind.

"200 people... Didn't he just want to leave 300 people from me half a year ago! If this continues, the army will be destroyed. By then, the rebels have not been cleaned up, and the defense line to the east can no longer be defended!" Sabin, who is the highest military commander of the Redeemer Organization, was furious again when he heard that he was going to transfer the backbone from his own staff to the Judgment.

Although the bishop is the actual supreme leader of the Redeemer, if he hadn't brought his own manpower back then, this scheming and ruthless Han was at best the leader of some of the Han in the base.And that guy named Wacker is just a lieutenant, so he has no right to open his mouth to ask someone from him.

"Sabine, you are committing the old soldier's problem again! Remember, when you are weak, you cannot solve the problem by force alone, and you have to take a long-term view. There will be no new East Asian alliance until it digests the territory of the four-provincial alliance. If you put all our main force in Hami every day, it will be the most dangerous."

"The biggest threat to us now is not those arrogant guys in the capital, but the rebels hiding in the southern border. We will not be able to rest until they are wiped out. Without their help, no one can fully control Do you understand the many ethnic groups living here?"

Facing Sabine's anger, the bishop didn't give in at all, but he didn't give orders arbitrarily, he tried to explain his thoughts clearly, trying to make his subordinates understand the purpose of doing so, and to understand it.

"You Chinese are too troublesome. Everyone has so many ideas. Stay obedient and kill disobedient ones. Why care about whether they are Han Chinese, Uyghurs or Kazakhs!" Sabine should have understood. , is also being understood, but not quite figured out yet.

"When you drove the rebels away, why didn't you kill them all? If you had done this in the first place, would there still be problems now!" It's a pity that he didn't complain, but the bishop got angry when he mentioned this matter. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, gritted his teeth and brought up the past.

"It was different at that time. We still can't control everyone. If we don't fulfill our promise, we will be driven away... Well, I will give 200 people, but if the adjudicator can't wipe out the rebels, you can't stop them next time. I'm using the army!" This incident seemed to have hit Sabine's weakness, and he wanted to make some excuses at first, but he lost his momentum while talking, so he had to choose to give in.

But he didn't want to give in endlessly again and again. The adjudicator has developed too fast in the past few years, and it seems to have a tendency to become the second largest armed force besides the army.Moreover, this organization only obeys the bishop, which is too much of a threat to itself.

"...I will explain clearly to Wacker! Don't forget to withdraw Hami's army. The delegation has already mentioned it to me twice. It will be difficult to shut them up if you don't make a show!" the bishop said deeply. He took a breath and put on his glasses, as if he had suddenly transformed, and regained that calm demeanor.

(End of this chapter)