The secret door creaked open, and the cloaked negotiator walked in slowly, faintly seeing the silver hair leaking from the cloak......

Dr. Wei was amazed at how well Offmontridge had camped the city, and since they had been sent to the torture room on the surface, they had walked at least five hundred meters or more, going up and down the stairs several times, and finally moving to a shop that seemed to have no problem.

The person who came to negotiate was obviously not the director of the Western Expeditionary Army, and as the head of the secret service, he must have known that the envoy had been targeted by secret lines. For the dark line of longing for power and status, the word "collaborator" is enough to be regarded as a powerful step to soar to the top, and it is also the gravedigger of Eufay Mondridge.

From the point of view of a watcher who may be on the outside, Alena simply walked into the watchmaker's shop to inquire about the timing of the timer, which was normal for her as Ofer Mondridge's hands as a daily quest -

Well, that's right. The person who came to act as the plenipotentiary of the director of the Western Expeditionary Army was Elena. She closed the door and repressed the iron lock. Turn around and take off your cloak.

Frank was a little uncontrollable, staring at Elena stupidly. However, in the face of beauties, Dr. Wei is more able to control himself, not because he has professionalism or the ability to resist desires is stronger than ordinary people, the reason is very simple-

He doesn't like Yanmar. Even if the person in front of him is good-looking and has a natural silver-white hair, it is the same. This can only be described as a "taste preference".

The time between Elena's entry into the store and her walking out of the store under cover with a box full of timers was no more than fifteen minutes. What kind of agreement was reached between the two sides? Judging from the information reported by both sides, each of them got the results they wanted - and only time will tell what kind of waves these things will cause.

As for the details of execution, they still had plenty of time to discuss a little bit before the merchant group set out for Sierta again. Of course, both the Western Expeditionary Army and the Cierta side had to be on guard to deal with the "suggestions" and information on the table from the other side. No matter how in-depth the communication is, there will be hidden worries about being used and calculated.

"The other side has generally accepted our proposal. The big fish is already very close to the hook. The last thing Efmontrich wanted to see was when Dr. Wei used the unique functions of the Beidou system to send a text message to the headquarters. Now a temporary network of two satellites and two emergency satellites is now able to provide almost all-day positioning coverage - but sometimes the signal is still unsatisfactory, and Dr. Wei still has to keep an eye on the signal to send information.

Measuring the speed of the other party's information transmission by your own information transmission speed will eventually suffer a big loss. Of course, he can't be blamed for this, the Western Expeditionary Army has almost no information on this - and it is impossible to understand it.

"Dr. Wei, he's safe. It doesn't matter if you can get a tiger after entering the tiger's den, I can explain to the old leader if others can come back. Besides, it's nice to come back with all that information. Well, don't worry about that just yet. Supplies at Site 7, has the task force signed for it? ”

"A complex wind downward airdrop has been executed, and all but one of the four pallets has been accurately delivered except for one of which deviated by nearly 500 meters."

"Good." The major general silently took out the soft Chinese and put the cigarette between his fingers before he remembered that smoking was not allowed in this room. He put the filter close to his nose and sniffed the smell, thought for a moment before saying, "To start talking about this thing is also to give the other party a little face." Just give this order, and tomorrow will start to suspend the suppression of the origin of magic powder, and only target the rebel army and serfs. Oh, and when will the airdrop take place for that village? ”

"Just tonight, quality and quantity."

For four days, the rebels had been uprooted from all the strongholds around Yadri, and the task force, which had the advantage of detection and intelligence, had not lost a single soldier, and repeated night raids to open breaches—fishing with breaches—and finally wipe out the enemy from the map.

Outside the war zone, the inquisitive nature and organization of the evacuation saved their lives. The perpetrators, who claimed to be the "overseers" of the army, were only satisfied with the most basic tasks, and did not perform regular communication between bases like the Western Expeditionary Army. It is conceivable that if Adri had continued to maintain logistical transportation to the planetary rebel strongholds around him after the fall, the scraps of the rebels would not have judged the situation of Adria Adelhi at all.

To be precise, the rebels were best suited to squeeze the serfs, who were much weaker than them. In other respects, they are even more vulnerable than the average local security force. The comfort of the farmstead used as a stronghold made the mob think that they were the owners of the farm. The furniture and houses of the farm owners were destroyed at will, their agronomic works were destroyed, the fields were rudely planted with magic powder crops or wheat, and the livestock used for cultivation were eaten within three to five days, although this was also forbidden by the Western Expeditionary Army.

Simitus, who had been forced to join the rebels, was the original farmer who hated these people and fled to his homesteaders south of Adri. The commander of the rebel army did not take his reputation seriously, and insisted on treating his long-term servants with the treatment of serfs - which he endured. Directly transformed all the rotational fields into magic powder fields - he also endured this. His room was taken by the centurion of the rebels, leaving only the servant's room for him and his wife and children—he endured it. It wasn't until his wife was harassed, the centurion's indifference to his accusations, and his horse turned into a skewer for the rebels overnight, that he couldn't bear it anymore.

The seemingly inadvertent revelation of his cellar entrance caused the centurion to lead his men to ransack the cellar and get drunk—and Simetus, pretending to be reluctant, pulled out the long knife used to cut pork bones in the kitchen that night.

Having stabbed the groping pig hand who harassed his wife and the inactive centurion, the farmer set the estate on fire with tears in his eyes, and fled with the surviving former hired workers to the town of Barea, a homestead village to the south. And this happened just a month before the airborne troops' heels touched here.

As for the survival of Barea Town under the clutches of the Rebellion, I still have to thank the few reclusive old men here from the Magic Association. The high morality of the magicians is not something that the rebels can do on their own - they don't have the courage to do that in the first place, and the Twin Moon Western Expeditionary Army also has respect for these guys who can become local assistants in the future, and the rebels don't dare to use their swords here.

Therefore, almost all serfs chose this direction when they escaped. Since the paratroopers were gradually clearing the outer stronghold of the city of Adri from south to northeast, it was natural that the serfs in the north would follow in the footsteps of the previous group and march south. Who is the biggest winner in doing so? Naturally, he was in Barea to gain a foothold, and Cimites, who was still angry.

While the task force was recovering the pallets, Simites was wandering around the town of Barea with a few farmers carrying torches. In the past few days, he has gone from the surprise of sheltering the first batch of escaped serfs to the excitement of having nearly a thousand troops under his command.

"It's getting late. Lord Simitus. The hired man who had been rescued from the old mansion by Simitus tickled, and the consequences of his desire to be cool without a long coat were evident - the mosquitoes all swooped down on him.

"If you think it's too late, you can go back first." Simitus was a little unhappy at first. I tilted my head and thought about it for a while, it was indeed a little late. "Someone will come today, trust me."

“…… The magicians in Barea Town were already a little unhappy, saying that the food could not support so many serfs. ”

Simites was really angry.

"That's. If we can't feed it, one or two thousand of us will go out and abolish those bastard Zhuangzi! One is not enough, ten are enough, right? ”

For a moment, the three of them were speechless. Just as they were thinking about what to use to de-escalate the situation, the four of them heard a rumbling sound from the far side of the horizon at the same time.

"Huh?" Simitus seems to have seen several traffic lights. "What's that?"

The hired man who lived in the north of the area first recalled: "That, that, the hunters of our village have seen it, it is Prince Doniva - bah, the air carriage of His Majesty the Emperor Doniva!" ”

Simitus and the other three were excited at the same time. Whether it's good or bad for them, this novelty is always exciting.

Three transport planes descended to the airdrop altitude and began to spit out pallets. One by one, the white umbrella flowers bloomed in the air, and in a short time they collapsed on the ground with their pallets.

Before the first pallet landed, Simitus and his party found the vicinity of the landing point with the faint starlight. Behind them, there were also many people in the villages and towns who came out with torches to see the dioramas.

"Emperor Doniva's gift - please open it from here." The literate Simitus began to have his heart beating wildly halfway through the recitation, but he insisted on finishing the note.

The four men began to cut the rope in the direction of the arrow, and as soon as the outer package was lifted, the pallet was full of flour bags.

Tears welled up in Simites' eyes. With a thud, he landed on his knees, holding his body with one hand and wiping away the tears of the burst with the other. He thought that his subjects in the east had become enemies of Elta, slaves of the Church of the Two Moons—but the three carriages were enough to change the first half of his mind.

Twenty-four pallets, three of which were actually filled with swords. Although it was only enough to equip 200 men, it was no less than a shotgun for a force of serfs in Barea Town, who lacked weapons and could only use wooden sticks and pitchforks. Not only did twenty pallets of flour go on, but one pallet was filled with ribbons and needles and threads embroidered with "Elta Volunteers".

It was also interspersed with contact information for requests for supplies. Quite simply, make a pattern on the grass with soil according to the pattern on the paper - and you will get the supplies that the Volunteers want. There are also priceless treasures such as the deployment of the rebel army in the area around the city of Adari at the present time, topographic maps, etc......

Finally, these drawings are interspersed with the handwritten edict of Emperor Doniva of Elta:

"Subjects, stand up and help me destroy the scum among us!"