Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

After thinking about it, I just took advantage of the popularity of yesterday's live broadcast, cut a video and posted it.

Back at the base, Zhang Ga turned on the computer and put together the materials Deni had taken in the past two days.

Deni's shots are basically everyday.

The clips of two tribesmen working together, building houses, resting, chatting, and eating together.

Zhang Ga thinks these materials are good, and can truly reflect the living conditions of the current tribal people.

It is also a historical record.

Because it won't be long before the entire tribe's way of life and production will change.

Houses will not be built like this, primitive materials will no longer be used, and the living conditions of the clansmen will also improve, and food and clothing will be different from what they are now.

This record may be out of print.

Edited a bit, Zhang Ga dubbed the commentary in his room, added subtitles and background music, and posted it on Pili Pili.

After the live broadcast ended yesterday, the number of Zhang Ga's fans has soared from more than 9 to 26, and someone has already @ him in the group, asking him to post 10 and 20 followers.

And as expected, private messages have exploded.

Zhang Ga is usually willing to check and reply to the private message, so he clicked on it habitually.

Most of them are left messages from fans. After a rough search, there are two others who asked him to bring goods.

Although Zhang Ga was obsessed with making money, he didn't have any plans to make money for the time being, so he just ignored it.

Suddenly, he flicked his mouse and saw a strange system notification...

Chapter 26 Both sides began to collect intelligence

System notification: Hello, Mr. Zhang, I am Xiao Wang, assistant vice president of Pili Pili, we hope to cooperate deeply with your account on the live broadcast content, please inquire for details, phone: *********.

Good guy.

It's okay to directly use the system notification to send a message to yourself!

Zhang Ga looked at it carefully again, and found that the person who sent him the notification was actually the assistant to the vice president!

And the content of the cooperation is live broadcast.

He looked at the phone number left by the other party at the end, and it seemed a little familiar.

He quickly turned on his phone and glanced at the call log.

Last night, there were two missed calls, and the phone number was exactly the number left on the system notification.

Zhang Ga thought for a while, and was about to call back, but he saw that the time was only twelve o'clock at noon.

Thinking of the time difference between China and here, I still put down my phone.

Before lunch, the crow came to report that the battlefield had been cleaned and all the personnel and materials had been cleared out.

While speaking, he was still holding a form in his hand.

When Brother Dayi received training in the military camp, he also took basic cultural lessons.

And because it is a training template reproduced from the Chinese army, they all know some basic Chinese characters and simple Chinese passwords.

Zhang Ga glanced at the form. A total of 146 people were killed last night, and those brought by White Wolf were among them.

41 people were captured.

Apart from a few minor wounds among the prisoners, there were no extra wounded.

Because they will make up the knife when they clean the battlefield.

The Garan tribe has no culture of keeping the wounded, and there is no condition for medical treatment if they do.

There are still plenty of supplies. There are five off-road vehicles, most of which are in good condition. Only one tire and front windshield were blown out by stray bullets.

The guns seized included 27 Akka series rifles, 40 old-fashioned guns with good performance, and the rest were damaged guns and scrap metal.

Some have no rifling, and the bullets flutter when fired.

There are also several bullets of various calibers.

Zhang Ga asked Crow to move the undamaged guns to the base warehouse, and then in the afternoon, he found two members of the clan to gather the messy bullets into a pile, and then sorted them out by model.

The armory and ammunition depot are also on the agenda.

There is no such thing in the base.

The lunch was delivered by old Hassan.

As one can imagine, the food of the Fakhru tribe is mediocre, and the staple food is hard bread.

There are no serious dishes, only a bowl of dish batter, seasoned with some salt.

Taste, can only say indescribable.

Looking at the batter in his bowl, Zhang Ga suddenly remembered the pig food he had seen in the countryside when he was a child.

When I was young, I used to feed pigs in the countryside. I boiled the bran and some rotten vegetable leaves. The cooked stuff was similar to the batter of the vegetable in the bowl.

Zhang Ga shook his head, it seems that the living conditions of the tribe still need to be improved urgently!

……

Black oil slowly oozes from the ground, gradually turning this valley into a thick black oil pool.

A strong smell of rotten eggs was wafting in the air.

The wild wolf stood on the ridge not far away, squinting at the oil field that had just seeped out, with horror and greed in his eyes.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he was about to light it, but when he thought of the oil field in front of him, he quickly put the lighter away.

"Master Wild Wolf, this... this is already the fifth one!"

The subordinates stammered and swallowed hard.

The wild wolf took a deep breath, the smell in the air was not pleasant, but he closed his eyes intoxicated.

"Huh—is there any news from White Wolf?" Wild Wolf asked coldly.

At this moment, he can't wait to completely occupy this area!

The richness here staggered him.

With these oil fields, it is enough for him to stand on his own, and even establish a fixed regime and form a considerable number of regular troops!

He hoped that the white wolf would live up to his expectations and eat up that disobedient little tribe.

However, his subordinates shook their heads and said, "White Wolf hasn't sent anyone back yet. The weather has not been very good recently, and the radio signal is very weak."

The wolf frowned and was about to say something when a subordinate quickly climbed up the mountain and reported out of breath, "Master Wild Wolf, Sapir is at the camp. He said he has something urgent to see you."

"Sapir?" The wild wolf froze for a moment, then remembered that it was the leader of that big tribe.

He said to his subordinates: "Block this area and continue to look for oil fields around!"

The subordinates respectfully took orders.

When the wild wolf returned to the camp, Sapir was sitting cautiously on the stool, with an uneasy expression on his face.

The chief of the Kamash tribe, on weekdays, when meeting the leaders of other small tribes, he always looked aloof and fierce.

However, facing the truly powerful thug, the wolf, he could only bow his head and obey like a quail.

Seeing the wild wolf coming in, Sapir quickly stood up and bowed deeply.

"Where's the white wolf?" The wild wolf asked nonchalantly without giving him a chance to talk nonsense.

Sapir trembled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Master Bailang, the whole army was wiped out last night, and has been captured by the Fakhru tribe."

"What!" The wild wolf shouted violently, and a murderous aura suddenly rose from his body.

Sapir's legs became weak from fright, and he prostrated himself on the ground, his voice trembling: "The Fakhru tribe has a lot of weapons, they..."

"Fart!" The wild wolf suddenly became furious and kicked Sapir's ribs.

Chief Kamash suddenly screamed, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

The wild wolf yelled at his subordinates: "Information, give me the information immediately!"

"Yes!"

Several subordinates immediately went out in panic, separated, and began to frantically collect information on the Fakhru tribe.

……

In Beijing, villa No. 33 in a compound.

The car stopped at the door, and the young officer wearing glasses got off the co-pilot, turned his head and said to the driver, "Please wait a moment", and then rang the doorbell.

Because he didn't come back with General He this trip, as the general's secretary, although Zhao Qiming knew the password of the villa, he couldn't go in directly.

The owner's consent must be obtained.

"Crench."

The rough black wrought iron door flicked open, and Aunt Yan, the nanny of the He family, pushed the door open from the house at the same time, and said with a smile, "Secretary Zhao, Han San is waiting for you in the living room."

Zhao Qiming greeted Aunt Yan with a smile, changed into his slippers, and entered the living room.

Secretary Zhao already knew the conditions over there.

He came back this time to represent General He and discuss other details with him.

With his parents away, He Hansan's expression became less rigid, and he smiled at Zhao Qiming.

"Brother Zhao."

Secretary Zhao, as his father's confidant, was almost inseparable from General He.

For several years, I spent Chinese New Year at He's house.

So He Hansan and Zhao Qiming are very familiar with each other.

Secretary Zhao smiled, bent over and sat down opposite him, with his back straight.

"That's right, you can contact Zhang Ga again, we have already agreed to his conditions.

"However, the general hopes that he can provide us with more information about the thug army, and we can pay a single payment according to the value of the information!"

Chapter 27 Extradition Program and Food Issues

"Gathering information?"

Zhang Ga finished his meal, sat in the base, and had three phone calls with He Han.

While considering the new proposal put forward by the other party, he tapped the table lightly with his right hand.

At this time, He Hansan on the other end of the phone added: "Of course, this is an additional proposal, you can refuse it."

Zhang Ga nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Yes, but you'd better give me a price list for the payment amount. We will provide you with information based on the content on the price list, so that you don't have to bargain later."

What Zhang Ga considered was not entirely about making money from information.

In fact, he knew very well that sooner or later there would be a battle to the death with the "thug" army.

So even if He Hansan doesn't mention it, he has to find a way to collect information on the "thug" army.

Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be safe in a hundred battles!

He Hansan's phone is on speakerphone.

Secretary Zhao on the opposite side heard it clearly, and nodded silently upon hearing the words.

He Hansan said: "Okay, I will send it to you as soon as possible. You can first confirm the extradition plan of White Wolf, and we will prepare the food you need immediately."

As for the coal purchaser, General He has already coordinated.

A coastal coal power plant has prepared 5000 million funds for direct acquisition.

The only problem is how Zhang Ga sent the white wolf out.

Huaxia's application to the World Peacekeeping Organization for peacekeeping missions has not yet been approved, and no entry permit has been obtained.

Therefore, Huaxia's army and related personnel cannot directly enter the territory of Garland.

If you rashly send troops into the country, it may be regarded as a diplomatic accident, and you may even be accused of violating the sovereignty of Galland!