Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

Old Mahed was taken aback for a while.

Zhang Ga continued: "After taking refuge in me, I will rebuild a Mandage town, and I will choose my people to manage it."

Old Mahed was completely silent.

These two statements may sound irrelevant, but when you think about it carefully, the result is actually the same.

Mandage Town is owned by Zhang Ga, and the old Maid and all his people are also attached to Zhang Ga's forces...

Because of this Zhang Ga, he really has the ability to blow up the town of Mandage.

And Zhang Ga is not Xiao Wanquan, he doesn't have to think about any consequences, he really dares to do this!

And after losing the town of Mandage, the Mahed tribe, and those big and small people under its command, seem to have to rely on Zhang Ga if they want to eat.

Otherwise, according to the tradition of the Garan tribe, tens of thousands of them would have to abandon their homes and go to other tribes to beg for food.

Either get a day's ration and continue wandering to the next tribe, or get a year's ration and merge into the tribe that gave them a year's ration...

Zhang Ga said that as long as they are given one year's rations, they have to become his clansmen. It sounds outrageous, but it seems that there is really nothing wrong...

"I'll give you ten seconds to make a decision, just say yes or no. You are not allowed to mention any difficulties. After you accept my conditions, you will raise all difficulties slowly, and we will solve them slowly."

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Ga issued an ultimatum.

Chapter 89 Entering Mandage Town!

Zhang Ga took out his mobile phone to prepare the time, but saw more than a dozen missed calls.

They were all from Xiao Wanquan.

He turned his phone to silent mode before negotiating, so he didn't receive it.

Just at this moment, another phone call came in. Zhang Ga took a look at old Mai Hurd and turned on the speakerphone.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Ga deliberately spoke Middle Eastern.

Xiao Wanquan was a little anxious, but when he heard that he was speaking in Middle Eastern, he was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in Middle Eastern: "The situation is a bit complicated now, what are your plans?"

Old Mahed's expression moved slightly, and he subconsciously turned his ears to listen to their conversation.

Zhang Ga said calmly: "I'm going to kill old Mai Hurd."

Old Mahed's mouth twitched.

Xiao Wanquan: "..."

Zhang Ga continued: "The three chiefs are in your hands. If you are inconvenient to do it, send them to me, and I will kill them together."

Old Mahed couldn't help swallowing.

Xiao Wanquan said in embarrassment: "Is it too risky to do this? I just captured the three chiefs, and Mandage is about to riot. If we kill them all, will the situation worsen?"

"What do you care about? You won't be able to defeat those people in Mandage Town, right?"

"I must be able to fight..." Xiao Wanquan didn't understand what he meant, and he was stunned for a moment before expressing his thoughts, "But these tribes add up to tens of thousands of people, I'm afraid they will fight more and more. Old Mahed and the three chiefs are released."

Hearing what Xiao Wanquan said, old Mai Hurd was a little relieved.

But Zhang Ga shook his head and said, "Don't worry, as long as the situation gets worse, I will directly blow up Mandage Town."

Xiao Wanquan was silent for a moment, and said, "I don't agree, it's too risky for you to do this!"

Zhang Ga smiled: "Hehe, their set of rules is indeed a bit messy. But any mechanism has a critical point, and it depends on who consumes whom."

The face of the old Mai Hurd on the side changed, and there was a bit of panic in his eyes.

The young man on the opposite side saw through their seemingly fierce and incomprehensible way of survival!

The old Mai Hurd said so much before, just to let Zhang Ga believe that their people will really fight more and more fiercely.

But that's not the case at all, or it won't always be the case.

In the beginning, they would indeed fight more and more, which would cause more and more trouble for these opponents who tried to eat them.

But any mechanism has a tipping point.

After this critical point is exceeded, no matter how perfect and strong the mechanism is, it will collapse.

Just like a triangular structure, it can support considerable pressure, but this pressure-bearing capacity is by no means unlimited.

Every chief of the Mahed tribe will actually be taught this truth by the elders.

They know how the mechanism works and where the real weaknesses are.

Old Mahed and his father estimated that the leaders of the subordinate tribes, including the Mahed tribe, would be killed for at most two rounds, and the whole system would collapse.

If they fail to scare off the enemy before this, the entire pyramid of power belonging to Mahed will completely collapse.

"Snapped."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ga looked at old Mahed, didn't speak, but just pointed out the duration of the call to him.

16 seconds.

Old Mai Hurd understood what he meant, and after looking at Zhang Ga for two seconds, he finally lowered his head slowly, nodded weakly and said, "I agree with your plan. However, please give me more time..."

Zhang Ga looked at him, biting the butt of his cigarette, but didn't speak.

Old Mahed quickly explained: "I would like to hand over Mandage Town first, but my tribe... ahem, I am already quite old, so please allow me..."

"I will send someone to your tribe to re-register, and then I will pick a third of the population to take away!"

Zhang Ga made the final condition.

Old Mai Hurd was numb for a moment, and finally nodded his head heavily.

Zhang Ga spit out the cigarette butt, and walked directly to the door.

In fact, he didn't intend to swallow the entire Mahed tribe directly.

After all, there were nearly 2 people, and Zhang Ga couldn't eat that much at one go.

In fact, he might not even be able to eat a third of it.

Moreover, there are so many large and small affiliated tribes, and in a short period of time, they can only maintain a superficial suppression of these tribes.

……

A day later, Ergou led four other teams and drove five Raptor-3s and three pickup trucks directly into Mandage Town.

Those local people who used to be carrying guns, full of rebelliousness and indifference, could only stand on both sides of the street, throwing the weapons in their hands into the pickup trucks that drove slowly.

They still had no expression on their faces, but their eyes were a little more dazed.

Treating themselves as fighting machines, after a long time, they have forgotten the loss of weapons and life without war.

I don't know how to live normally anymore.

A company under Xiao Wanquan also drove into Mandage Town to help Zhang Ga's men suppress the scene.

However, Xiao Wanquan soon realized that he was unnecessary.

After taking away the weapons, Zhang Ga's men quickly took out boxes of food from Raptor-3.

There was even a bearded man who carried down two iron ovens from the last pickup truck.

After getting the approval of the team leader Ergou, the bearded man chose a shop with a large enough facade along the street, set up his two ovens, and placed the charcoal neatly.

Then the bearded man took out hundreds of threaded meat skewers from the cloth bag, and began to grill the meat seriously.

"Skewers! 7 skewers per work point!"

Hadidi, the production elder, got off the last pickup truck, looked up and looked around, his face was calm, but his heart was full of shock.

This is Mandag Town!

In this ferocious town, the former Kamash chief Sapir, known for his brutality and aggressiveness, is almost an honest man in front of Mandag's reputation!

However, at this time, the town of Mandage, which has stood here for hundreds of years and left countless exaggerated legends in the mountains in the northeast, has become a vassal of the Garan people.

No, Hadidi shook his head. This place is originally the property of the Garan tribe. The Mehds who once entrenched here and spread their reputation for hundreds of kilometers are also Galan tribesmen!

Lord Chief, he is uniting all the Garan people step by step!

Thinking of this, Hadidi couldn't help feeling a little overwhelmed.

He licked his chapped lips, climbed onto the truck bed in the most vigorous posture, then raised a loudspeaker and shouted in all directions: "All those who hand in their weapons, come to me to register, Receive ten work points! One work point can be exchanged for one catty of meat, or ten catties of flour, ten catties of rice, and twenty catties of vegetables!"

The local people who had just handed over their weapons, who were a little hesitant, were suddenly stunned when they heard this voice.

Chapter 90 Help me print some money

"God is so special!"

A soldier of the blue army stood beside the military vehicle with a gun on his shoulders, staring at the operations of Hadidi and others in the distance, dumbfounded.

"Hehe, what do you count as work points?" Another Blue Army soldier laughed, "You don't know, everyone in Kamash town has registered their household registration, and they are also divided into production teams."

The Blue Army soldier before said in shock: "Zhang Ga is really talented!"

"Absolutely a talent, I feel that he will start to divide the fields soon..."

"Fuck, can you still do this?"

"Otherwise, if you recruit so many people at once and form so many new production teams, what are they going to do?"

"Makes sense..."

……

Kamash town.

Zhang Ga is calling Song Wuhao.

"Find me a few agricultural experts. As long as you are willing to come to me, I will cover the air ticket, and each person will pay 50 yuan for hard work. If you are willing to stay, I will pay 5 yuan a month. Plant the land on the side."

Zhang Ga asked Song Wuhao for help on the phone.

Song Wuhao was stunned on the other end of the phone for a long time: "Brother, aren't you making fun of me?"

"Do you think I have time to talk to you about this?" Zhang Ga rolled his eyes, "Can you find me?"

"Yes, yes..." Song Wuhao hesitated, and said, "Let me ask my brother-in-law, he runs a collective farm with more than 400 mu of land, and he is definitely an expert in growing grain!"

"There are also greenhouse vegetables, and those engaged in farming."

"Is it such a big deal?? Then...then I'll go and see it too. Forget about the hard work, just reimburse me for the travel expenses..."

Zhang Ga said with a smile: "Come on, I'll give you a number, you can contact him in the Thousand Stars Alliance. Or you can ask Wang Jue to send someone to take you... If you are willing to stay, I will give you an official title, hehe."

"Lying grass, goodbye, I'll put the people together first. I have a few interns who graduated from the Agriculture and Forestry University, or else, I want to bring two over."

"Well, come whoever wants to come. My messy field has more than 2000 mu, and it will be divided soon."

The two chatted for a few more words, Zhang Ga hung up the phone, and sent Song Wuhao the number of Jincheng Infrastructure Huanghe.

Just after sending it out, by coincidence, Huang He called him.

"Mr. Zhang, I can enter the arena here, but there is a small problem that needs to be resolved..."

Lao Huang called, mainly to report that a construction team has been deployed over there and can be pulled over tomorrow.

The construction team came with [-] tons of cement, but the mountain road was very difficult to walk, and the off-road vehicle could barely make it out, but the big truck couldn't drive at all.

So he wanted Zhang Ga to find the local blue army, see if he could ask the blue army for help, negotiate with Mandage Town, and let them pass by.

It's better to negotiate a long-term toll agreement, which is to pay the tolls to the Mandag.

This will increase Zhang Ga's cost, so Lao Huang wants to say hello in advance.

As for detours, for large trucks used to running long distances, tens of kilometers is nothing!

"There's no need to look for Lan Jun." Zhang Ga said into the phone, "I'm in charge of that place now, you can let the truck come directly."

Lao Huang didn't realize it for a while, what does it mean that the place belongs to him?

"Mr. Zhang, you mean..."

"It literally means that Mandage Town is now my territory. I fought a few battles with the locals and won it. You will know when you come here!"

The melon seeds in the old yellow head are buzzing.

Who is this!