Chapter 1 Pärw General's Camp

　　In the Guadar region, at General Pärw's camp.

　　Hearing that Mod'ermeng had suddenly sent someone over, Pärw was visibly nervous and hurriedly shouted, "Quick, quickly send them out and hide them!"

　　"Yes!"

　　The people in the room started moving.

　　"You few, come this way."

　　The soldiers led Xing Yao and the others, walking quickly towards the door, preparing to settle them in other hidden places.

　　Just then, not far outside the door, an angry shout rang out: "What kind of damn meeting is this? I haven't seen a single one of your soldiers on the front line! Get out of the way...!"

　　"Shua!"

　　The head of the guard regiment walked in hurriedly, gave General Pärw a military salute, then winked at him, indicating that the person had already arrived outside the door.

　　"Damn it!" General Pärw quickly waved to the head of the guard regiment: "Quick! Hide them in the corridor behind! Hurry!"

　　"Yes!"

　　With time pressing, the head of the guard regiment could only pull Xing Yao and his group of eight people, and very hastily walked towards the rear of the command room.

　　Behind it was a dug-out corridor, simple and deep, about two or three meters wide.

　　Xing Yao and the others drilled into it. The head of the guard regiment stood inside the door and ordered his men: "Send them inside! Quickly, quickly, quickly!"

　　As soon as he finished speaking, he himself, with another guard, stayed in the corridor without moving. Immediately afterwards, he loosened the holster lock of the pistol at his waist, opened the safety, and then, with his hands behind his back, vigilantly observed the movements outside, in case Mod'ermeng's people discovered the situation here.

　　"Go!"

　　The remaining soldiers continued to push Xing Yao and the others, passing through the dark and long corridor, and stopped at a corner to the side.

　　One of the soldiers pointed to the corner and said to Xing Yao and the others, "Just here, silence! Silence!"

　　Xing Yao nodded and looked around. In this corridor corner, there were some boxes stacked, probably supplies or something.

　　"Quick, come and sit down!"

　　Outside, Pärw hurriedly gave an order, and the officers under his command sat down around him, pretending to be in a meeting.

　　Just as this side was ready, the curtain outside the tent was lifted. A staff officer from Mod'ermeng's staff, about fifty years old, with his hands behind his back, led a regimental commander and four accompanying officers, and walked inside.

　　General Pärw's palms were sweaty, but he wore a smile on his face, and said politely to the other party, "Staff Officer Xide, you've come. Please sit down."

　　Although he was only a staff officer, the other party represented Mod'ermeng, so Pärw still maintained a certain amount of politeness and respect.

　　Xide looked around before walking up to General Pärw, first gave him a military salute, and then sat down, getting straight to the point: "Respected General Pärw, first of all, I apologize for interrupting your military meeting. But please forgive my rudeness, I don't know the meaning of your military meeting, and I don't even know the purpose of you coming here! In my opinion, your troops may be here for tourism, conducting a field observation of 20,000 people behind our lines! Our soldiers on the front lines are bleeding and fighting! Your troops are hiding behind, holding not weapons, but military binoculars, watching everything around them indifferently! We are an alliance, but I don't know why you are doing this!"

　　The other party's tone was full of strong dissatisfaction, even a little agitated. After all, General Pärw's troops had indeed been assisting in the defense in the rear, and although there were also losses, compared to Mod'ermeng's troops, these losses were almost negligible!

　　This selfish, passive way of fighting has aroused the anger of the entire Mod'ermeng department.

　　Pärw remained calm and said soothingly, "Staff Officer Xide, please calm down, and please convey to Mod'ermeng that you must not doubt the friendship and cooperative relationship between us. My troops are also preparing to launch a counterattack. At this moment, we are also holding a military meeting to discuss countermeasures for this matter."

　　Xide felt that Pärw was deliberately delaying, so he said very bluntly, "General Pärw, I don't want to hear these explanations from you now, I just want to figure out why you are shrinking back and not fighting! If you want to counterattack, then give me a clear time..."

　　"Our situation here is like this..."

　　While the discussion was going on outside, here in the corridor, Xing Yao leaned against the wall and continued to observe the situation here.

　　At this time, there were two soldiers left in this corner, one facing outwards and the other facing inwards, responsible for monitoring every move of these outsiders.

　　Xing Yao slightly poked his head out and glanced outside the corner before retracting his gaze.

　　After thinking about it in his mind, Xing Yao waved to Lao Qian next to him, and called out in a low voice, "Lao Qian, Lao Qian!"

　　Lao Qian walked over and also said in a low voice, "Damn, it's pretty tense, I don't even know who the people outside are."

　　Because Pärw and Xide were talking in the local language, Lao Qian couldn't understand it very well and was a little confused.

　　Xing Yao thought for a while, turned his head and called to another young man next to him, "Xiao Liang, listen, what the hell are they mumbling about?"

　　Xiao Liang was the team's translator, who had lived in the Lao Mo area for many years and was very familiar with the language here.

　　At this time, he squatted on the ground with his hands in his sleeves, and after listening carefully for a while, he grinned at Xing Yao and said, "From what I hear, I guess this Pärw is also an old actor, squatting in the back every day and not letting the troops press forward, making Mod'ermeng anxious. The person he sent is getting angry."

　　Hearing this, Xing Yao nodded, his mind racing again, and he said, "Damn, it seems that the internal unity of this rebel force is not good, everyone has their own calculations."

　　The soldier responsible for monitoring them at the door also couldn't understand Chinese and didn't know what they were talking about, but afraid that the sound of their voices would be heard outside, he reached out, pushed Xing Yao's back with the muzzle of his gun, and gestured for him to be quiet.

　　Xing Yao glanced at him and didn't say anything more.

　　At this time, Xide's loud voice could still be heard outside: "No matter how you explain it, I must see your soldiers today, let them put down those binoculars and take their guns to the front line battlefield..."

　　General Pärw was still trying to appease him: "Staff Officer Xide, we also have our difficulties..."

　　Hearing the arguing outside, Xing Yao reached out and poked Lao Qian.

　　Lao Qian looked back at him, puzzled.

　　Xing Yao reached out and made a gesture of a pistol to him.