When Bagdadia announced that he would punish the teachers, students, and refugees in those schools if the mysterious people did not come out to negotiate with them before tomorrow's noon homework.

All the people who paid attention to this matter in the outside world were in an uproar in an instant, there were more than 500 people, all unarmed refugees, teachers and students!

People are constantly asking on various platforms, "Will those mysterious people negotiate with them?"

At the same time, Xu Yazheng's high-level military side was also very helpless, and in the face of the protests of his generals at all levels, the pressure from all sides, and the calls from various international peace organizations, he could only say, "In order to avoid harming the innocent, those reporters, teachers, students, and civilians, we are trying to find a way." ”

But what good idea could he come up with?

This chaos that has been going on for many years, behind that side is 'Uncle Sam', behind this side is the 'Universal Emperor', and the two sides have been back and forth over the years, turning the original rich and beautiful paradise into this ghostly place.

Now, seeing that this long-lasting chaos is about to end, everyone will have a good life in the future, but the two sides behind it have inexplicably reached some cooperation.

Several phone calls came in a row to put pressure on him.

The purpose of the pressure was to make him withdraw the troops that had already departed, suspend the attack on the city, and concentrate on sweeping the rest of the city, this order was no less than for the generals below, 'Seeing that the rabbit was about to be bitten in the mouth, there was an order from behind him to turn around and catch the rat immediately. ’

"Nima! Little brother is difficult to do!" a certain commander put down the phone in his hand and checked the fine sweat on his forehead!

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Nervous! Nervous! Still nervous! Even those who followed the news through the Internet felt that the air was filled with a gas called 'nervousness', let alone the reporters at the scene.

Some niche media people were already planning to leave early the next morning, and even those from the well-known media outlets were notified by the headquarters to be ready to evacuate at any time.

Nima: Who knows if those mysterious people will come by then.

If those mysterious people don't come, and Bagdadia goes crazy and really slaughters hundreds of people in front of the world's media as he said, then the next minute, this place that used to be a school, will probably become a deep pit.

Even if Bagadadia can calm down and not slaughter people, then his psychology will be seen through by the political F army, and he still can't escape the fate of being bombarded here.

But who knows, as soon as the two people who went in returned to the team, a large group of soldiers armed with AKs ran out and announced:

"From tonight onwards, all the media and friends of the international rescue team are to be protected, and they can't go. ”

"Confiscate all their water and goods and distribute them in rations!"

So there was a ring of barbed wire and a few pickup trucks around the media outside the school.

Some of the clever guys had already realized something, "If those mysterious people don't come before noon tomorrow, Bagadadia will really dare to do that." Because we're the next residents of that school. ”

"What?"

"Is this really the case?"

"What should we do?

"What should I do, hurry up and send the news out, let everyone know what is going to happen here, and be sure to let those mysterious people see it!"

It didn't take long for the news on the media platform to be updated again.

But there is still no news from those mysterious people, and the political F army is still not moving.

There was no movement outside the barbed wire fence all night, and there was no movement inside the barbed wire fence all night.

By the next morning, there was still no movement outside, except for the occasional plane flying in the sky, and no one was in sight.

Various media platforms have made great efforts to publicize this incident, calling on the mysterious people to hope that you can take the initiative to come to negotiate for the sake of peace!

Propaganda, propaganda, vigorous propaganda.

Appeals, appeals, appeals of all kinds.

Bagadadia and the others had already finished their morning class, and no one came.

The soldiers on guard in the school had finished their breakfast, and no one came.

The refugees were pushed and shoved into the small square, and no one came.

The teachers and students who were locked up were led to the small square, and no one came.

Time flies by second!

Those who follow this matter through the Internet are tormented, those teachers, students and refugees are tormented, and the journalists and media outside the barbed wire fence are tormented.

The time is getting closer and closer to noon, and in the face of a future that may end in two days, some of the people who are weak in their hearts have begun to talk nonsense in front of the camera, and some are already impacting the barbed wire fence on the periphery, but unfortunately everything is in vain.

Those who couldn't be stopped by their colleagues, and whose psychology was about to collapse, were easily solved by the soldiers on the pickup truck when they frantically pulled the barbed wire fences that blocked the way!

In the air, there was a solemn, tense, and fearful atmosphere.

Satellites in space faithfully record what is happening around the school.

Drones over the city faithfully record what is happening below.

The mercenaries and agents on the rooftops of the surrounding buildings also used various equipment to observe and record everything that was happening around them.

Cameras from all media are also faithfully recording what is happening around them.

It was getting closer and closer to noon.

More than 500 innocent people, one by one, were forced to kneel on the ground in the small square, and no one came.

The muzzles on the roofs of the buildings, the muzzles on the trucks, had all moved to the small square, and no one came.

A group of people with AKs stood behind the more than 500 people, but no one came.

It's noon!

Bagdadia gave an excited, impassioned speech to the camera outside the barbed wire, and then announced that the trial had officially begun after the lunchtime homework was over!

Everyone watched as Bagdadia led several people to pray somewhere, then knelt down and prayed, then leaned down to pray, but when he had finished praying for the last time, he did not get up, but continued to lie there motionless.

Not only did he not move, but neither did the few people behind him.

A minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed, Bagadadia still didn't get up, and looking around, the soldiers with AK guards were also motionless.

In the small square in front of the school, except for the innocents who were still crying on their knees waiting for their fate, everyone else seemed to have stood still in time.

The media outside the school sensed something was wrong.

Everyone who followed the live broadcast sensed that something was wrong.

The soldiers guarding the media in the second barbed wire fence finally sensed that something was wrong, and a few of them came out, opened the blockade, walked into the school, and walked gently to Bagadadia's side, and asked a few questions but received no answer.

One of them approached the soldiers who were on guard near Bagadadia and asked a few questions, but the soldiers stood there motionless with their eyes wide open and no response.

The man stretched out his hand and gently pushed the soldier in front of him, but the other party fell stiff.

Taken aback, the man shouted and stretched out his hand to push the other soldiers, and all the soldiers he had pushed fell to the ground stiffly.

Except for the more than 500 innocent people, everyone in the small square died silently, including those on the roof, behind the sandbags, and under the teaching building!

Fear has come!