With a gloomy face, Cha Zuo spat the cigarette held at the corner of his mouth to the ground, and then stepped hard to wipe out the cigarette butt.

As the leader of the armed personnel of the Orefen tribe, Chazow did not delay a minute at the tribal rebellion in the United Emirates of Bissau, and immediately led his Orefin tribe militants to loot two small cities within the sphere of influence of the Orefen tribe. However, after two consecutive days of robbery, all the armed personnel involved in the robbery basically did not rob anything valuable. In countries where large-scale armed riots have occurred all year round, almost every household has a sense of risk avoidance and sufficient means of risk avoidance.

Whenever they rushed into a home where the door was covered, the scene of the house being barely covered with walls could only make the hopeful armed personnel come out with regret. Whenever they caught a few residents stranded in their residences, those residents had no valuable items except a garment full of lice!

After a few days of searching, Cha Zuo secretly estimated that he had found that the two lootings he launched could not even make up the fuel expenses of the vehicle, so he did a lot of money.

At this moment, the orders of the Bister tribe were passed to Chazo without saying a word. Relying on the large number of people and the weapons and equipment were much better than those of the Orefen tribe, the orders of the Bister tribe never allowed any discounts to the surrounding small tribes.

Following the orders of the Bister tribe, Chazo had not had time to lead the armed personnel with live ammunition back to the tribe's territory, but he had already ordered the remaining members of the tribe who were not even hot weapons to go to the farm opened by the Chinese to carry out the first wave of looting.

The result also made Chazo cry without tears - the first wave of plunder was quickly defeated by the Chinese who had always been gentle, and the Orefin tribe even lost several tribal members.

Before he could rush to lead the armed personnel to the outside of the farm, Chazo, who had led the armed personnel to launch a second attack. The Bister tribe armed personnel who followed him had already launched an attack on the farm without hesitation, but Chazo was once again sent to track the Chinese people who forcibly broke through the siege!

The result of the pursuit on the rainy night was still nothing. Relying on the vehicle's endurance, the Chinese who fled from the farm almost effortlessly got rid of the pursuit of Chazo and some other small tribe armed forces. In other words, Chazo worked hard for a long time, but still gained nothing. He could only strangely wait for the order to attack the Emperor's Valley at this place that had been designated by the Bister tribe, waiting for the order issued by the Bister tribe to attack the Emperor's Valley!

Thinking of the pillow that was still astonishingly shriveled after several hardships, Chazzo was so anxious that he even felt his throat was getting angry. He looked back at the Orefen tribe armed personnel who were waiting by the phone. Chazzo shouted in silence: "The guys from Bister have not called yet?"

He shook his head timidly at Chazo, and the armed personnel waiting by the phone responded in a low voice: "It's not yet the final time agreed, we can only wait. Not only us... too many people are waiting!"

He reached out and pinched the shriveled cigarette box in his pocket, and Cha Zuo spat hard: "Bister's guy is like those sinister hyenas. Every time after the lion worked hard to get the prey, he relied on the large number of people to grab the delicious prey, but he didn't even leave a piece of residue for the lion!"

He sighed in agreement, and the armed personnel waiting by the phone responded and said, "But what can we do? The guys in Bister found a rich boss, gave them enough weapons, and even helped them train... If those people hadn't helped Bister tribe do too much, I'm afraid our tribe could...."

With a gloomy face, Cha Zuo spitted a heavy phlegm on the ground: "So we have to learn to be smart!"

He frowned in confusion. Before the armed personnel waiting by the telephone had time to speak, the rusty telephone next to him suddenly rang a harsh electric ringtone.

After strode to the phone, Chazo grabbed the rusty phone: "I'm Chazo!"

In the harsh noises from the phone, Kata's voice was not clear, but he could hear the contents of the words clearly: "Chazor, at 8 o'clock in the evening, you will start the attack first! Remember, use all your troops and cannot allow any Chinese to escape from the Imperial Valley!"

He spitted thick phlegm on the ground again, and Cha Zuo responded in a thick voice: "All the troops? We have only more than fifty people in total, and the ammunition is not enough for us to fight a good battle!"

The sound from the phone clearly had a bit of anger: "It's not my business! If the Chinese in the Imperial Valley escaped from the direction of your attack, then you and your tribe will both pay the responsibility and the corresponding price for this!"

Suddenly, Chazo yelled at the phone in a thick voice: "Don't try to scare me! Bister has already taken too many benefits. You will take every hunt first, and you won't even leave the leftovers for others! At worst, I'll stop doing it, and the Orefen tribe won't do it anymore! You can do everything yourself..."

As if he hadn't heard Chazo's angry roar at all, Kata's voice still maintained a steady speed and the same tone: "Start the attack at 8 o'clock, otherwise you know what the consequences will be."

Before the angry Chazo roared again, a short busy voice had already heard from the phone. He threw the phone back onto the landline. Chazo angrily shouted and cursed: "This damn Bister bastard! Who did he think he is? Tree God or the God of Beasts? He actually dared..."

The curse was filled with a lot of filthy words, which lasted for a quarter of an hour, so that the armed forces of the Orefin tribe who were waiting for the order to attack at the station site all joined the curse led by Chazor. All kinds of cursed words could almost make the cursed person doomed!

Amid Ruchao cursing, the rusty telephone made another harsh electric ringtone. He picked up the telephone in anger, and Chazo shouted loudly at the telephone: "What the hell do you want to say?"

To Chazo's surprise, a sudden strange voice came from the phone: "I am Tuna! Be careful... Some Chinese people escaped from the Imperial Valley, and they caught Kata..."

He listened to the sound coming from the phone in a daze. Chazuo was not until the busy sound coming from the phone had been heard for a full minute, and then slowly put the phone back on the landline. He stared at the armed personnel standing beside him: "What the hell is this...what is going on?"
Chapter completed!