"I'll go back first, good luck to you!" Jing Nu said happily.

Qin Mo was surprised: "Are you leaving?" ”

"Yes, the order given to me by Qin Mo No. 1 is to bring you to the city of Telavi, and this task has been successfully completed, although my credit is not large, it all depends on the prophet god." Jing Nu winked at Qin Mo, "And now that there are more reliable local ink boys to help you, I am also relieved." ”

Qin Mo wanted to keep it, but he couldn't find an excuse.

After all, the situation is more tense than that of Qin Mo here, and he needs a helping hand more.

"Okay, have a nice trip."

Jing Nu shook hands with Qin Mo, and then hugged Lilith and Saladin.

"That..."

Jing Nu wanted to speak and stopped, and after a short while, he still didn't say anything about Tyrell Lanqin's life, and turned to leave.

No way, this is what No. 1 Qin Mo requested.

This matter, No. 1 Qin Mo wanted to solve it by himself.

Because of the reason of boredom.

As Jing Nu left, the sun struggled to cast the last of its bright red on the sand dunes before sinking into the horizon.

Night falls.

After some discussion, Saladin felt that the most dangerous moment was over, that there was no longer a need for the lights tonight, and that it was time for the refugees to relax after a three-day journey.

"Take out everything you eat and drink, celebrate tonight, and then spread out tomorrow to set up camp."

As soon as Qin Mo, a prophet who was both true and false, announced, the entire refugee camp immediately boiled.

In a matter of moments, there were fires all over the camp, a stark contrast to the darkness of Tel Avi not far away.

Fearing being bombed, the city was lit up, just like a travelling refugee.

But does that mean that refugees are safer now than Confederate forces in the city?

The refugees obviously felt so, not only because they had arrived in the Holy City, but also because the Prophet Qin Mo was with them, singing and dancing around the bonfire, and their faces were filled with bitter happiness.

It was even more enthusiastic than the night when Qin Mo first arrived in Karna.

It seems that happiness is directly proportional to security, although refugees are still not safe.

Laughter and laughter came, but they couldn't reach Qin Mo's heart.

Is that enough? Can you just leave it alone?

Shouldn't something more be done?

What to do?

Somehow, Qin Mo suddenly wanted to chat with Ning Lu.

After leaving Cangbei City, Qin Mo threw away the mobile phone given by Duanmu Yu according to Lilith's request, and Ning Lu couldn't find him, and although he knew Ning Lu's number, he couldn't call her in the desert where there was no signal.

Even if he can, he can't fight, because his current identity is not Shi Dabao, but Qin Mo.

"Well, Lord Prophet, would you like to have a conversation?"

The voice was disgusting, and Qin Mo didn't even bother to raise his head.

"What are you talking about?"

"Of course, it's about tearing down the entire peninsula and rebuilding it!"

Qin Mo frowned slightly.

Saladin had said this, but he didn't have a specific plan.

Let's hear if this nasty guy has a plan.

"Sit down and talk."

Rouhani immediately sat down beside Qin Mo with a humble attitude.

"Prophet, you are truly the savior of the peninsula, not a single refugee has died along the way, and this miracle will surely be recorded in the history of the peninsula and passed on forever."

Qin Mo sneered: "To be precise, not a single refugee died at the hands of you and your bandit coalition." ”

Unexpectedly, Rouhani did not look ashamed at all, and said confidently: "We are just mortals, and in order to survive, we can only do things that violate our conscience, which is why you are a prophet and I am not, because there are too few people like you." ”

It sounded a little reasonable, but Qin Mo intuitively felt that this Rouhani didn't feel that he had violated his conscience at all.

Qu Yao also thinks so, she doesn't want to be a translator anymore.

"Lord Prophet, I'm serious, there will be no objection to the fact that you are a prophet in the whole peninsula, but it is not enough to have a prophet, the prophet Qin Mo in history also unified the peninsula with the support of the leaders of various tribes, so you also need support in order to make a career."

Qin Mo understands in seconds.

"So this support is you?"

"It's me, but it's not just me, I'm not that self-conscious."

Rouhani took a branch and drew a map on the sand, "You see, in addition to the David who believes in Moses, there are also nineteen countries that believe in Hari on the peninsula, although they have recently formed an anti-David alliance, and they share the same hatred, but looking at history, they are also at war with each other, we must integrate them and establish a unified peninsula, it is not enough to rely on the name of the prophet Qin Mo, but also to balance interests, to win over those who should be co-opted, and to be eliminated..."

Damn, it shouldn't be Yang Tianming who is good, so the author got an upgraded version of Yang Tianming to enrich the characters in the story.

But Yang Tianming's nature is actually not bad, and this guy only has power in his head, he does not want to tear down the peninsula and rebuild, but to pull the people in power off the throne and sit on it himself.

Besides, resident characters generally have to use one or two hundred words to describe their appearance.

"That's it!" Qin Mo said impatiently, "Just tell me what you want, right?" ”

"The position of Prime Minister!" Rouhani did not twist at all, "You should be the religious leader, unify the faith of the peninsula, Solomon will be the king, his prestige is there, no one can shake it, and then, I will be the prime minister, responsible for handling daily affairs, the three of us have a clear division of labor, and when the time comes, the entire peninsula will be ours." ”

Qin Mo's face was getting darker and darker, and Rouhani could see it, his eyes were swaying from side to side as if he had been fitted with pulleys, obviously thinking about how to remedy it.

"Lord Prophet, are you not satisfied with my proposal, this can be discussed again, the prestige that has been established with great difficulty, we can't waste it, oh, there is a follow-up to my plan, when King Solomon is old or confused, we will join forces to make up a crime to overthrow him, I have thought of the crime, it is called blocking history..."

"Then it's my turn to kill me."

Rouhani was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pretended to be his grandson: "Lord Prophet, you are joking, if the two of us can only have one left, then it must be you, and it will be okay to cut it down with twenty-four knives..."

Talk endlessly.

Qin Mo really wanted to let Rouhani go, but after thinking about it, this guy was still the leader of the 30,000 bandit coalition yesterday, and if he turned his face at this time, something would happen.

"Well, you let me think about it, and I'll get back to you in a few days."

When these refugees are settled, it will be merciful if I don't kill you.

Rouhani seemed to want to insist, but seeing that Qin Mo's eyes were full of murderous intent, he had to leave in a huff.

Little did he know that it was far from the time to make a name for himself, and that the real crisis was approaching.

In Telavi City, all the sergeants are pulling out their mobile phones.

They all received the exact same message:

Food is available in the refugee camp outside the city.

There are also twelve photos of Duanmu Yu sending grain at the back.

That's how to say that.

Do not suffer from few, but suffer from unevenness.

One soldier stood up, two soldiers stood up.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand.

Ten thousand.

Each pulled the bolt of the gun.