readx;? For the first time, Redon felt the feeling of a military camp in Aleppo. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the past, although the streets were full of armed men, most of whom also wore the yellow and green uniforms of the Black Death, they were all chaotic, like a combination of a group of ruffians and hooligans, standing and not sitting in each other's faces, and doing everything casually.

But at the Carlton Hotel, it's a completely different story.

Hundreds of black-scarfed masked men stood straight, soaked in the scorching sun, but they didn't move, their eyes were fierce, even sharp, and there was no fatigue on a hot day.

It is definitely an elite army, and with this spirit, it can even catch up with the domestic honor guards.

In the lobby of the hotel, there is a check-in reception desk, a row of six or seven people, and a dozen or so masked strong men in the back.

At the registration office, a man in his thirties saw the green sign in Lei Dong and Su Xiaoxiao's hands, showed a surprised expression on his face, asked a little question, and asked a masked strong man to take Lei Dong and Su Xiaoxiao into a room on the left side of the first floor.

In the room, there were already eight Black Death Apostles, all of whom were also holding green cards.

The eight people were chatting with each other, and they saw Lei Dong and Su Xiaoxiao all showing surprised expressions.

A middle-aged man in his forties said, "Which part are you?"

"Anbar Regiment!" Lei Dong glanced at it casually, then took Su Xiaoxiao into the innermost and sat down by the window in the middle.

Su Xiaoxiao carried R3 on his back, held an AK, and stood straight behind Lei Dong.

"Anbar Regiment, haven't you heard of it?" all eight people looked at each other with contempt, and one of them said with a scarface: "We are from the 3rd Regiment of the 1st Division, this one is from the Baghdad team, and this one is from the Damascus Brigade." ”

"I'm from the Ramadi Regiment. Before the last bearded man could be introduced, he stared at Lei Dong's eyes and said unhappily: "What a big breath, do I want to listen to the command of your Anbar regiment in this Ramadi regiment?"

Anbar is a province in western Iraq, while Ramadi is the capital of Anbar province.

The Black Death team membership is complex, and is generally named after the commander's origin.

Redon is known as the head of the Anbar regiment, which covers Ramadi, so this regiment commander appears to be very unfriendly.

Lei Dong crossed Erlang's legs and said indifferently: "The mujahideen speak with their ability, whoever is strong is the leader, don't you say?"

The head of the Ramadi regiment sneered: "It makes sense, but I don't know how strong your Anbar regiment is?"

Lei Dong raised his eyebrows: "No more, no less, just enough to eat your Ramadi group." ”

"What?" Captain Ramadi was furious, stepped forward and pointed at Lei Dong's nose and shouted, "Just you, you want to eat my Ramadi regiment too?"

"Please don't point your finger at me, or the consequences will be serious!" Lei Dong smiled, but his tone suddenly became much colder.

"Jokes, we're not scared!"

"Whew!" Commander Ramadi's words had not yet fallen, and a black thing appeared in front of him.

"Bang!" Captain Ramadi's head was immediately hit by the butt of a gun, followed by a kick in his lower abdomen, and the moment he bent over in pain, his back was smashed again, and finally he fell and fell straight in front of Lei Dong.

When it comes to the use of violence, Su Xiaoxiao is more radical than Lei Dong at some times.

Seeing that the regimental commander was knocked to the ground, the deputy of the head of the regiment was immediately furious, and pounced with a roar.

"Bang bang!" was neat, and it only took Su Xiaoxiao a second to knock him down.

"Don't move, or your head will bloom!" The cold muzzle of the gun pointed downward, and Su's voice was colder than ice.

"Whoa!" the door was pushed open, and the two masked men in black scarves poked into the room, and found that it was nothing more than two groups of people fighting each other, shook their heads, and quickly closed the door again.

The brigade commander of the Damascus brigade couldn't see it, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice: "Commander Anbar, what do you mean by this, do you want to disrupt the meeting of General Qusay?"

"General Qusay, do you know who he is?" said Redon, who he sat still.

"I don't know, it's the first time we've heard of that name!" the Damascus Brigadier shook his head.

Only then did Lei Dong stand up, bend down to help the head and deputy of the Lamadi regiment, and said: "Commander Ramadi, we don't know who we are going to die for, so don't go against the nest, right?"

The three places where Commander Ramadi was hit were in pain, and he said with a calm face: "You were the one who provoked the incident first!"

"I'm not trying to stir up trouble, but I want you to see the reality clearly," Redon said. Aleppo was fought with our blood and lives, and you are willing to hand over control to the Foreign Legion?"

"Foreign Legion, they only deserve to be cannon fodder for us!" Commander Ramadi sneered.

"Is that really the case?" Lei Dong walked to the window, opened the curtain a little, pointed to the masked man outside and said, "Take a good look, do you have the ability to make such people your cannon fodder? Look at their military appearance, look at their weapons, and look at the tanks and armored vehicles outside the hotel, don't you still understand who can become cannon fodder?"

In fact, everyone was thinking about this question, and they were summoned in a daze, and suddenly saw such a team, even people who didn't understand military affairs understood that this was an elite army.

Someone mentally compared this team with their own team, and was shocked to find that if their own team fought with such an army under reciprocal conditions, it was likely to develop into a one-sided massacre.

And it was not they who were slaughtered, but themselves.

Where this team came from is a question on everyone's mind.

They only vaguely knew that the governor of Shahman and General Baitura were likely killed in the air raid, and the entire power structure of Aleppo was about to be reshuffled, so they did not have time to mourn Shahman and Baithura, and they all came to Carlton in a hurry, hoping to get the maximum benefit in this reshuffle.

But when they arrived, they found that everything seemed to be different from what they imagined.

The commander of the 3rd Regiment asked, "You mean, they are all Foreign Legions?"

Because of the mask, these people can't distinguish the identities of the soldiers outside, but from the naked + exposed eyes, it can be determined that they are not Westerners, because they are all black-eyed, and their figures are not too tall, with an average of 1.72 meters.

The Foreign Legion, it can't be like this.

"Don't you believe me?" said to the door, pulling open the door and shouting in Arabic to a masked man outside, "Come here." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, a confused look appeared in his eyes, stepped forward, and said in very stiff Arabic, "What's the matter?"

"When will the meeting start, when will General Qusay arrive? Why haven't we even given us water after waiting so long? Hurry up, go get water, if there is hot milk, it would be better. Redon's speech was fast, if the other party was a native Arab, he would definitely understand it effortlessly, but if he was just a guy who had learned a few words of Arabic daily language, he basically couldn't understand it.

Redon speculated that it was easy for the mysterious country to send a special combat team of a few hundred people into Aleppo to fight, but it was much more difficult to find a few hundred special operators who were familiar with the Arabic language, so except for a few key figures, these masked men basically only fought and did not speak.

Sure enough, the masked man's gaze was even more confused, and he simply took a few steps back and beckoned another masked man at the end of the corridor to come over.

The masked man trotted over and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lei Dong said loudly: "We are thirsty, hot milk, coffee, black tea, whatever drink can be brought to us." ”

"Ask for a drink, wait a minute!" the masked man trotted out again.

Lei Dong closed the door and sneered at the eight Black Dead inside: "See, they are not Arabs at all, and they may not even be Muslims. Do you, you say, are we, the true mujahideen, willing to serve non-Muslims?"

"How can this be?" the eight people were not only confused, but even a little panicked.

"Because we can't beat them, because we can't beat Bashar, because we can't give up Aleppo. Redon returned to the central position and sat down, saying: "In a sense, we are allies, and we have a common enemy, Bashar. But this has a premise, that is, we obey their orders and serve them as cannon fodder. Otherwise, we will be the first thing they want to destroy. ”

The commander of the Baghdad clan said angrily: "We are jihadists, and we will never obey the orders of the infidels!"

"I admire your courage, but if you do, allow me to observe a moment of silence for you in advance. Lei Dong sighed and said, "Because if you do that, you won't be able to get out of here alive." ”

The sound of gasping suddenly sounded, and people thought that Lei Dong was alarmist, but when they thought about it, this possibility did exist.

"Lao Tzu is not attending this meeting!" the brigade commander of the Damascus brigade stood up and walked out.

Lei Dong smiled and waved his hand: "Congratulations, man, your head will be used by them to intimidate us." ”

The brigade commander's face turned green, and his hands were on the doorknob, but he didn't dare to open the door.

"What then?" the commander of the 3rd Regiment sweated on his forehead.

"It's simple, unite!" said Redon to his feet, in a solemn tone, "If we want not to be controlled by the infidels, if we want to continue to be the master of Aleppo, our only way out is to unite. Only when we unite and become strong will we not be controlled by them!"

Everyone's expressions became serious, and although Redon's proposal was bold, it was not new.

They were all leaders of small armed factions, and they had used similar tactics in their brutal fighting careers, so they all felt that Redon's plan worked.

Now, the only question is, who will be the leader after the unity!

However, the door was pushed open, and a masked man came in and said, "Gentlemen, General Qusay, and the envoy with the orders of King al-Baghdadi are waiting for you in the chamber, please come with me." ”

"The King's envoy?" everyone was stunned.

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