Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

When everyone entered the tavern, Elder Hood also found a chance to talk, and the sense of uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

There are only two people in the tavern.

Zhang Ga and Wang Yuanliang.

The latter was also taken aback when he saw so many people coming in suddenly, and there were all kinds of crowds outside the window. With a glance, he couldn't count how many heads there were.

"What's going on?" Wang Yuanliang asked with a frown as he stared at the elder Hurd surrounded by the crowd.

Old Mai Hurd pursed his lips and did not speak. His body injury was still not healed, so he found a chair and sat down when he entered the door, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

The rest of the tribal leaders were also a little surprised to see a blue army officer present.

But the scar-faced middle-aged man stood up immediately and said: "Mr. Staff, we have something to discuss with Chief Zhang, please find another place to rest."

The other leaders also stared at Wang Yuanliang, waiting for his statement.

"What do you mean?" Wang Yuanliang suddenly stood up and shouted, "With so many people and guns, are you talking about something?"

Zhang Ga waved his hand suddenly, and said lightly, "Let's talk directly, Staff Officer Wang is not an outsider. Chief Mahed, what do you want to explain to me?"

Chapter 101 All those who drew their guns fell down

Old Mai Hurd slightly opened his eyes, his face changed slightly.

But he just looked at the scar-faced middle-aged man, and still didn't speak.

The middle-aged man with a scar face stood up and said, "I was the one who leaked the news that you are going to ship the goods. How about it?"

Zhang Ga leaned back slightly, leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his hands in front of his lower abdomen, looked directly at him, and asked calmly, "Are you the chief of the Jialin tribe?"

The middle-aged man with a scarred face had fierce eyes, and he said loudly without giving in: "It's me! Don't put on such a show, to tell you the truth, I'm not here to talk to you about shit today. You left us without food, and we will Come, I want your life!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the bar suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Everyone's faces became fierce and violent.

Several chiefs and elders have already inserted their hands into their clothes, ready to take out their dicks at any time.

Elder Hood was so nervous that he was sweating profusely. He wanted to stand up and persuade him, but he also knew that no matter what he said at this moment, it would only add fuel to the fire.

As for old Mahed, his expression was a bit strange.

He took a deep look at Zhang Ga across the table and closed his eyes again.

However, this time he seemed a little desperate and helpless.

Zhang Ga didn't look at these people, but turned to Wang Yuanliang, smiled apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, I just laughed."

Wang Yuanliang's face was tense, and his right hand was quietly pressed on his waist.

Seeing Zhang Ga's playful smile at this time, he was very puzzled, but he still pulled the corner of his mouth reluctantly, and asked in Chinese: "What are you doing, are you sure?"

At this moment, the scar-faced middle-aged man waved his hand, and all the people in the bar suddenly clattered and raised their guns.

Even people from outside crowded into the house, all pulling the bolt of the gun in a "crash" and "crash".

"Don't worry, the one who asked you to come to the theater didn't ask you to come and get shot." Zhang Ga acted as if he hadn't seen it, and still looked calm and breezy.

Wang Yuanliang was so puzzled, this kid was shot in the head with dozens of guns, how could he still have such self-confidence?

If others didn't know, they thought that the dozens of people who rushed in to pull the bolts were all his people!

The scar-faced middle-aged man swept his eyes coldly towards his side at this time, and suddenly shouted: "Today, we all have a share in killing Zhang Ga, and when the Huaxia people pursue it, everyone will carry it together!

"Now whoever is f*cking scared and wants to quit, get the hell out of here right now, and he won't have a part in it after he gets back to Mandage Town!"

After the words fell, the chiefs and elders around them all gritted their teeth and shouted: "It's done!"

In the confusion, the old Mahed sighed softly, his hands trembling slightly.

"kill him!"

The scar-faced middle-aged man roared and raised his gun to shoot Zhang Ga.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of gunshots, and more than a dozen balls of blood mist burst out on the chest of the scar-faced middle-aged man.

There was an expression of disbelief on his face, and he fell down in a pool of blood with a bang.

The remaining tribal leaders were all stunned.

Wang Yuanliang was also stunned.

He clearly saw just now that a local gunman opposite the scar-faced middle-aged man suddenly turned his gun and pulled the trigger at the scar-faced middle-aged man without hesitation.

And the gunman was wearing the blue-gray robe unique to the Jialin tribe.

During the whole process, Zhang Ga was always sitting firmly on the side of the table. At this moment, he clapped his hands and coldly ordered: "Those who carry the robbery, kill them all!"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

There was loud gunshots in the bar, and bullet casings splashed everywhere in the small space.

Those tribal leaders who raised their guns suddenly emptied out behind them with a "crash". The bullets penetrated their bodies and hit the wall, leaving dozens of bullet holes of different sizes!

Gudong!

The last one to fall was a thin middle-aged man, who was also one of the biggest tribal chiefs under Old Mahed.

Before he died, he gritted his teeth and turned his head, but looked at old Mai Hurd.

Old Mahed's face trembled, slowly opened his eyes, and looked back at him expressionlessly.

The thin middle-aged man seemed to understand everything in an instant, and swallowed his last breath in shock and unwillingness.

The smell of blood filled the tavern.

A little chief with his hands stuck in his robe, who hadn't pulled out his gun, stood there blankly, completely absent-minded.

Zhang Ga stood up, glanced at old Mahed, patted the little chief on the shoulder, and walked out directly.

Wang Yuanliang had already guessed something at this time, but he was not completely sure, so he hurriedly followed after seeing this.

When Zhang Ga walked to the street, half of the people brought by the leaders of various tribes outside the door immediately stood at attention and saluted him.

The remaining half have been disarmed and gathered not far away, standing helplessly.

Those who stood at attention and saluted were all locals who had guarded Mandage Town before.

They were taken back by Zhang Ga for a tour, and all of them received the most basic training from Brother Dayi before being sent back to various tribes.

Zhang Ga grinned.

Bring my people to kill me?joke!

At this moment, Wang Yuanliang had understood everything. He turned his head and took a deep look at the old Mai Hurd in the room, then looked at Zhang Ga's back, and finally looked down at the corpses all over the room, and smacked his lips.

Interesting!

Zhang Ga walked to the central square alone, and walked to the side of the transport vehicles.

The driver of the first car, Damu, immediately jumped out of the car, took out a roll of red silk cloth from the car, handed it to Zhang Ga respectfully, and shouted: "General, I got the custom-made flag."

"En." Zhang Ga took the roll of silk cloth and patted Dam on the shoulder, "Thank you, I heard that you have acted bravely. Elder Hadidi has already credited you with [-] work points, and I have already reported to you Your family has praised you!"

Hearing this, Dam suddenly blushed and said excitedly: "Thank you, General!"

At this time, in a street, San Pao walked over with two of his men shirtless.

Sanpao took the red silk cloth from Zhang Ga, pointed at the roof of a house in front of him, and said, "Sir, can you take a look at that flagpole?"

Zhang Ga looked up and saw a five-meter-long wooden pole with a small pulley hanging from the top, standing on the roof of the small building in front of him.

In an instant, it was higher than all the surrounding buildings.

"It's still a little short..." Zhang Ga clicked his tongue, "Forget it, that's it, I'll replace it when the flagpole I bought arrives."

"Okay." Sanpao nodded, then took the red silk cloth and climbed upstairs.

After a while, I saw Sanpao climbing up to the roof of the small building with a few of his men.

Afterwards, San Pao shook the roll of red silk in the wind.

"call!"

The red cloth unfurls with the wind and dances fiercely!

It was a sun and moon flag with a red background, a bright red background, a bright yellow sun with fire in the middle, and a white moon in the middle of the sun.

"Well, even if the needle is not poked, the red color is still beautiful, atmospheric, bright, and so conspicuous!"

Zhang Ga applauded himself.

……

On the car back to the camp, Wang Yuanliang called Zhao Qiming.

"Secretary Zhao, it's me." Wang Yuanliang smiled wryly, and said, "I really watched a good show just now... This episode will probably stop in the future...

"Well, yes, no one should be able to challenge him now. I think our focus of work can be tilted to the south. Blackthorn has been more active recently, and I don't have a clear understanding of Sarateu Bader on the Golden Road. of……

"Okay, I see, I will continue to observe him."

……

On the other side, Zhang Ga was also answering the phone.

Liang Kun's hoarse voice made his teeth ache.

"The French dispatched army is preparing to evacuate. They have already contacted the US garrison, and they will send a car to pick them up."

"Well, I'm going to receive the camp of the Fadelan dispatched army! I'll let Elder Wenghu Oomom go there first, and do a census for the surrounding tribes. You guys should do a good job of security..."

Chapter 102

"Tsk tsk."

Zhao Qiming and Wang Yuanliang finished talking on the phone, pushed their glasses, and smiled wryly at the head of the table: "General, I didn't realize before that this Zhang Ga's tricks are bad enough!"

General He held a copy of internal reference in his hand, glanced at the title, put it down, and commented sharply: "In that kind of place, if you don't have black hands, you can't live long!"

Zhao Qiming nodded and stood up, added some tea to General He, and asked with a smile, "You mean, this kid can stand in the Middle East?"

"Look again." General He picked up the teacup, blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface, took a sip, put down the teacup and said, "Is the arms trade fair in North Africa about to open?"

Zhao Qiming nodded and said, "It's almost half a month away. Why do you pay attention to a trade fair that doesn't appear on the stage much?"

"Recently, the North African Garrison in Falderland is under a lot of pressure, and there are movements in several countries. Whether we can hang the 'North African Garrison' brand next year may depend on the volume of transactions at this venue." General He He said solemnly, "The northern factory of the military industry will send someone there to take off from our defense area. You can arrange it."

"Okay!" Zhao Qiming said, "I'll contact the people at the northern factory immediately."

……

Zhang Ga stayed overnight in Mandage Town.

After reading the rosters sent by the various tribes, he squinted for a while wearily.

Now only Weng Hu humming is in charge of the household registration, and the manpower is obviously not enough.

And Weng Hu humming is now in the south, receiving dozens of tribes that were originally under the control of the Fadelan dispatched army.

That area is called the "dry lake bed" by the locals, because the mountains are generally low. If you look at the average altitude, it can be regarded as a low-lying area in the entire Northeast.

It is like a lake without water on the plateau, so it has the title of "dry lake bed".

There is no relatively large flat land in the entire dry lakebed area, so it is naturally impossible to form large tribes.

So that area is basically a small tribe like Fakhru, scattered in every corner of the entire region.

This made Weng Hu's humming job a lot more difficult. It would take at least ten days and a half a month to sort out all the household registrations in that area.

"It's time to add some manpower to the elders..."

Zhang Ga wrote it down.

Early the next morning, Ergou continued to be guarded in Mandage.

Of the more than 400 armed forces in Mandage Town that were incorporated before, 50 people were left for Ergou, 200 people were taken to Camp No. 1, and the others were sent back to the surrounding tribes to maintain the situation.

"Dam!" Zhang Ga rubbed his sleepy eyes and called the newly appointed captain of the transportation team over.

Dam, who was cleaning the vehicle, trotted over immediately when he heard the sound, and said respectfully, "General!"

Dum is a driver trained by the system when manufacturing transport vehicles.