Chapter 148 Gap

Li Yanran stayed in Shanghai for three days. She went out to talk about business during the day and returned to Li Mo's residence at night to live in a two-person world.

Although she was reluctant to give up, the task of coming to Shanghai had been completed. Li Yanran needed to take the factory staff back to Jingcheng.

After driving Li Yanran and his party out of Shanghai, Li Mocai withdrew his feelings of leaving with Li Yanran and returned.

In the past few days, Li Mo developed Li Yanran's spiritual power. As for why to wait for this time, Li Mo has a lot of selfishness. Because the development of spiritual power has never been done before for the world, Li Mo can't know whether it will have other sequelae. However, more than a year later, the orphans who have been developed have not had any accidents, which made Li Mo 100% assured and developed the brain for Li Yanran. It is impossible for her woman to make her just an ordinary person.

In a blink of an eye, it was almost the end of the year. Li Mo, who lived an ordinary life in school, did not let go of things and news far away in Africa.

After half a year of appeasement and rectification, Mohr, the chief of the Pala tribe, has completely occupied a large area of land bordering Somalia and Kenya. On this land of more than 10,000 square kilometers, most people know that their actual ruler is already an unknown tribal leader.

Occupying the southern part of Somalia, Moore not only did not have the excitement of honoring his ancestors. Instead, he often entangles experts and others with a sad face and asks for support and help.

Through the report of experts and stones, Li Mo understood the reason. As the saying goes, it's easy to fight the country, but difficult to defend the country. This is the current situation in Moore.

In such a large territory, the problem is not only people's livelihood, but also most of the people living under the poverty line are waiting for Moore's promise, food, clothing, housing and transportation. It is easy to say and difficult to do. The population of Lower Juba is only one million, but 90% of them need the help of the state to not starve to death. If Moore can't meet the wishes of the people, the final result can only be overthrown and eliminated by others.

And hundreds of thousands of living conditions have improved. How can a little chieftain of hundreds of people, like Moore, solve it? Even if he becomes the actual ruler of this territory, people living in modern times know that high-handed policies cannot solve the problem. What's more, in this era of smooth information, if Moore turns his face and does not admit it, the internal contradictions alone will make him die.

The issue of people's livelihood is only one aspect, and the external contradictions are where Moore attaches importance to it and is at a loss. His ability to become the actual ruler of southern Somalia in a short time is related to the objective reasons for the secession of warlords in Somalia, but it is also a great opportunity to pick up cheap things. During Operation More, the domestic and external forces concerned about the situation in Somalia focused on the Somali peace conference held in Kenya. Major domestic local forces and foreign support forces are discussing the peaceful settlement of the actual situation of domestic fragmentation, which was leaked by Moore.

Now Moore has changed from an unknown small tribal chief to a new warlord leader with 3,000 well-trained armed members and occupying nearly 10,000 square kilometers. He has not only entered the upper circle in China, but also appeared on the stage of major forces in East Africa. Even if he is only the youngest of them, he can't help but say that his influence is much more than that of Li Mo, the behind-the-scenes figure.

But there are gains and losses. The excited Moore was drenched with cold water. They came from foreign forces intertwined with Somalia, and the United States played a key role in it.

Since occupying a large area of territory, Moore has built a new camp not far from the tribal station. One of the brand-new three-story houses is where Moore usually works; and on the plain less than a kilometer away from this building, there is a military camp. There are 1,000 soldiers from the First Regiment of the Mingzhu Army.

In Africa, except for countries with a stable domestic situation, any other 'president', 'premier', 'chairman' and so on who started from a military coup attach great importance to their own security, because they themselves started from disgraceful actions, afraid that others will learn from the same and ousestate themselves. Therefore, these people will arrange military forces around their offices or residences and guard themselves at all times.

At this moment, in the large room in the middle of the third floor, Moore abandoned the tribal costumes and wore a black suit, while his eldest son Senri was wearing a major general costume. The two people who were talking were not relaxed at all, but full of solemnity.

"Father, are we really going to ask them? You know, we have thousands of soldiers in our hands!" In the forest in military uniform, you can no longer see the rustic atmosphere of the past. Under the background of the straight military uniform, it adds a sense of power. It was only at this time that Senli's face showed a puzzled expression. There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the brown eyes.

Hearing his son's words, Moore's solemn face was not relieved, but even more gloomy. His squinted little eyes suddenly stared, slapped the table and scolded, "You bastard!"

Looking at the momentum transmitted from his father's thin body, he was shocked, and the courage he had already summoned down in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, Moore looked at his son helplessly, "Senri, you must understand. We are not in a good situation now! Not only the surrounding forces are staring at us, but also the Western forces led by the United States are dissatisfied, saying that we have disrupted the Somali peace process. At this time, if we don't want to be ousted, we need allies, powerful allies..."

"Father, we shouldn't allied with the Hanwen Resistance Army. They are all butchers! If we allied with them, we will be rejected by the people in the future!" Although Senli was afraid of his father, he still adhered to his own point of view on this issue and argued with reason.

"Ban!"

Moore patted the table fiercely, and a delicate porcelain cup on it jumped up.

"You... What do you know? That's just someone else's sneakage! Who told you that the Hanwen Resistance Army is a group of butchers? Moore scolded with a sense of hatred.

Moore picked up the porcelain cup and drank a cup of tea. The bitter taste made him a little unhappy. However, this set of cups and tea were given to him by experts. In order to show his attitude, Moore made a cup of tea on the table every day.

"General Carl, the second leader of the Hanwen Resistance Army, will come here three days later to discuss the alliance. You must now adjust your mentality. Don't let him think I have a useless son!" Moore opened his eyes and stared at the shrinking forest sitting on the sofa, and ordered solemnly.

When Senri saw his father's expression and tone, he knew that his father was really angry. I immediately nodded repeatedly.

"Father, what about the one on the other side of the mountain?" After all, Senli couldn't help asking.

The other side of the mountain? It's the Orientals on the other side of Camel Mountain. Mori's words made Moore a little bored. After waving his hand and going out, Moore walked to the window. Through the glass, he looked at Camel Mountain, where dozens of generations had lived, and his sharp eyes slowly became in a trance. He seemed to see the group of yellow people in the base through the vast mountains.

Mohr has always been grateful and defensive to Li Mo, a group of yellow people. After such a long understanding, he also roughly understood what the yellow people on the other side of the mountain were doing. Without the help of Li Mo and others, he will still be the tribal chief of the unknown hundreds of ethnic groups. There are countless small chiefs like this in Africa.

But now, Moore's heart is full of complex meanings. He didn't know how to deal with this group of 'benefactors'. I didn't discuss the cooperation with the Hanwen Resistance Army with experts and others this time. I don't know if there will be any variables...

In the internal conference room of the base, experts and senior officials in the stone base gathered together to discuss the news brought by Wang Ning.

"Damn it, I said that these indigenous people are all white-eyed wolves. If we hadn't prepared in advance, I'm afraid we would still be in the dark!" The mouse spit fiercely and said with a blue face.

Everyone here was not unhappy at all because of the mouse's words, and most of them even nodded in agreement.

Seeing that everyone didn't say anything, the expert coughed and said, "This time, the action of the Para tribe, erm, especially Moore's action tells us that the boss's prediction is correct. Only your own strength is fundamental, and it is unreliable to put security on others!"

"The expert is right. At the beginning, the boss felt that Moore was unreliable and told me to build another training base in Chad. The 2,000 people in training at the Chad base will be our last killer!" The stone took a breath of smoke and exhaled it gently. There was no fluctuation on his face, and he said very calmly.

Li Mo didn't know his caution, but he was said to be presented by his subordinates. If he knew what was expected, he was afraid he would laugh or cry.

"Hmm... Moore thought it would be safe and worry-free if he allied with the Hanwen Resistance Army? He also underestimates the situation inside and outside Somalia! In particular, such a big thing is not discussed with us. He simply doesn't pay attention to us. Did he forget who provided them with a large amount of arms and who helped him train soldiers!" The mouse didn't care much about Moore's usual small actions, but he made such a big decision in this alliance, which made him very unhappy.

The cooperation between Li Mo and Moore is ostensibly limited to the arms trade, but the reality is that the two sides are connected, and with Li Mo's help to Moore in other aspects, Moore's isolation this time is too un moral.

Although the morality of modern society is worthless, everyone has to abide by it on the surface. Moore and Li Mo have no subordinate relationship, but without Li Mo, he is still a small chief in charge of hundreds of people. How can there be a new warlord who controls thousands of soldiers and occupies a large area of land today?

This is the reason why everyone is angry.

"Why don't we cut off their arms supply?" Luo Xiang, who had never spoken, suddenly said. Nowadays, Luo Xiang has already washed away the childishness on his body, with a steady expression on his face. Three months ago, he and He Xiaoqiang, another deputy captain of the Meteor Commando, spent money to enter the Venezuelan Hunter School for training. After nearly three months of special training, the two survived under various 'torture' and became one of more than 30 graduates.

At this moment, his words made everyone pay attention to them.

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