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Flegg's sudden shout startled Zhou Ming, although Zhou Ming also felt that it was strange to arrange his people outside Mexico City to not let them enter the city that day, but Zhou Ming couldn't imagine that they really had any conspiracy?

Unless the other party already knows that he is a person who has been reborn, he must destroy himself at all costs, but this is too much nonsense.

Well, even if that's the case, there are countless opportunities in the middle of such a long journey from Yutanka to Mexico City, so there is no reason to wait until you get to Mexico City, right? Or did they think of using the plague as an excuse to quarantine? But I didn't hear such news, and besides, there were reporters in the team, and I didn't see them blocking the news.

In just a moment, Zhou Ming thought a lot, but no matter which idea it was, it seemed unrealistic, and in the end, Zhou Ming could only ask: "Fleg, what kind of conspiracy did they carry out?"

"That's the case with the Great Chief, when I came back just now, I saw that the Mexican government soldiers were sending new uniforms and weapons, and they were preparing to overwhelm us in the next parade. ”

Flegg then told Zhou Ming what he saw, in fact, there was nothing complicated, that is, he saw a big truck coming in to send new uniforms to the Mexican soldiers who were traveling with him, Flegg felt very strange about this, so he went to overhear the officer's speech and knew the news of the military parade that would be held in the future.

After listening to Flegg's description several times, Zhou Ming understood what was going on with the so-called military parade news this time.

In fact, this is not a military parade like in China, just a simple ceremony to enter the city, but because there are many foreign journalists and domestic people watching, it needs some special attention.

The reason is simple: after a huge financial blow in Mexico, their government needs to boost the peso's confidence through this so-called ceremony.

Now that the purpose is clear, it's easy to guess how to do it, and it's clear that they want to boost Mexico's confidence by equipping their government soldiers with the best weapons and the most conspicuous clothes, and then comparing them with these raged Indians. But these things obviously don't happen in a flash, so you end up having to wait an extra day outside of Mexico City.

Regarding the explanation given by Zhou Ming, Flegg immediately said dissatisfiedly: "What? These damn guys, aren't they using us as a target? Great Chief, we must not become the laughing stock of the whole world like this!"

In fact, for Zhou Ming, the contract has been reached, and the remaining contradictions between Mexico and the Indians have nothing to do with him, but now listening to Flegg's anger, Zhou Ming said to him: "We have reached an agreement with them now, if they can inform us in advance, maybe I can let us cooperate with them, but now, since they want to trap us like this, then don't blame us for not being moral!"

Flegg immediately became energetic: "Then are we going to grab the clothes and weapons of those guys? so that we won't be worse than them at least during the parade!"

Zhou Ming poured cold water on him: "This is very stupid, because if we do this, wouldn't it give the Mexican government army a good excuse, and the ceasefire contract that we tore up first? ”

Then it dawned on Flegg: "I was almost fooled!"

Zhou Ming shook his head: "Of course not, it should be those guys who become the laughing stock!"

"Of course, that's how bastards who only play this kind of conspiracy behind their backs should be!, so what should we do to prepare, Great Chief?" Flegg said loudly, but when he felt that his confidence was lifted by Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming's subsequent words made him confused.

"You don't need to make any preparations, you should eat, sleep, and sleep, even if you still have the wooden plaques that each of your tribes died in the battle of Yutanka, right?

After all, in the battlefield of Utanka, they can't travel long distances to bring the remains of each warrior back to the tribe for burial, so they are cremated on the spot, and then use the wooden card to record information, and it is the most suitable practice to bring back the wooden card for burial, and the production of this wooden card is similar to the spirit card dedicated to the ancestors in the domestic ancestral hall.

Flegg looked at Zhou Ming in a daze, his first reaction was that he had heard it wrong, how could he be indifferent when he knew that the Mexican government army had made such preparations?

Zhou Ming knew that Flegg must have thought of something, so Zhou Ming enlightened him: "In fact, in many cases, the best is not the best, only the most suitable is the best. ”

If Flegg was only a little surprised before, then he was going to be messy now, and he couldn't understand how the best was not the best.

Zhou Ming didn't let him think about it: "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, do as I say, and you must inform the chiefs of other tribes, I hope our Indian Union is still a whole!"

Only then did Flegg react: "Great Chief, I understand, I will definitely convey your orders in place!"

At this moment, in the valley gap of the abandoned barracks where the Indians were, the Mexican soldiers guarding here were enthusiastically dividing their new uniforms and weapons, while Jefferson himself led his private army to guard the gap, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Indians.

Damn, why haven't those Indians moved yet? I've done so well, and even in order to create the best effect, I've been so ruthless that I've paid out of my own pocket to give those damned soldiers really good weapons, and I've given them bonuses, and they don't do anything, are they idiots? Don't you see what the Mexican government is intending? Or are you willing to be a tool used by the Mexican government?

Sitting in his tent, Jefferson's heart was extremely anxious, because everything was just as Zhou Ming had guessed before, this time Flegg 'accidentally' saw the change of clothes of the Mexican government soldiers, and the so-called 'officer conversation' he heard later, in fact, Jefferson planned it all by himself, his purpose was to create the hatred of those Indians and let them snatch these things, only in this way could he have enough reason to fire at them.

Of course, Jefferson is not a racist, and he does not hate these Indians, but he hates Zhou Ming to death, not only because he snatched Caitlin from him, but more importantly, this time in the peace talks, he let himself lose face in front of his staff.

It was for this reason that made him get angrier and angrier the more he thought about it after he went back, but because his father didn't allow it, he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he had to come up with such a solution.

In his opinion, as long as the Indians dared to come out and grab these military uniforms and weapons, he would dare to let his subordinates kill all those people, and finally send people to take advantage of the chaos to kill Zhou Ming. Or even if he didn't have to assassinate him, he also deployed a few rockets on the mountainside, and when the time came, he directly fired some incendiary bombs and high-destruction rockets at the Indian camp, he didn't believe that Zhou Ming had nine lives and could not die?

But now the problem is...... These guys are too cowardly, aren't they? I've told them about the damn politicians' plots, and they're indifferent!

Jefferson cursed wildly in his heart, he really wanted to throw a few grenades into the Indian camp first, and then let his private army directly kill it, anyway, in the end, it was to slander these Indians for rioting, how about it?

However, thinking about the consequences of being found out, Jefferson still gave up, but if you think about it carefully, you only have two thousand private troops, and it is no problem to protect the gap here and create chaos, but if you want to take the initiative to attack and kill Zhou Ming, I am afraid it is impossible, after all, there are still tens of thousands of people in it anyway. Unless there is a nuclear bomb, it will be difficult to clean it all at once.

Jefferson thought to himself, when suddenly his commander came over: "Sir, it's one o'clock in the morning, and my scout told me that most of the Indians in the camp should be asleep, and I'm afraid they won't rush out to snatch the weapons of the government army." ”

With his commander's words, Jefferson's well-prepared operation could be regarded as a formal failure, but Jefferson still had the last shred of illusions.

"No, perhaps the enemy is trying to wait until the darkest hour of the night to attack!, my commander, did you remember that this is the time when men are most likely to let their guard down? Jefferson said this to his commander.

Of course, the end result was not as Jefferson had imagined, and the Indians did not make a collective operation until the sun rose over the horizon the next morning, and the Indian camp in the valley still did not move as he wanted.

At this time, Jefferson was still sitting in his command tent, like a sculpture, but the body of this sculpture had been bitten by mosquitoes, and his eyes were still staring directly at the Indian camp in the valley, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his chin seemed to have grown a lot of stubble overnight, looking extremely decadent and haggard.

His commander came up with a sigh and said, "Sir, from last night to now, hour after hour, we have been waiting here for ten hours all night, and now that it is dawn, when will we wait? ”

Jefferson just wanted to cry now: Zhou Ming, this damn guy, why didn't he do anything, why did he sleep well while I waited here all night! Could he be his night watchman?8

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