Chapter 1838 Persuasion

Sherlock was dressed in fur and sat peacefully at a round table in a wooden house. Beside him were a few soldiers with guns with cold eyebrows, staring at him with complicated and inexplicable eyes.

There is a stove in the wooden house, which is an old simple heating stove. A few pieces of dry wood were burning in the stove, crackling and crackling. Sherlock stared at the stove with great interest for a while, then smiled and asked the soldiers guarding him: "Your life is not as good as I imagined."

The gun-wielding soldier obviously hated the Jew in front of him, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand swept across Sherlock's head from time to time, without any cover-up for the threat. But he was still leisurely under the gun.

The soldiers didn't speak, and Sherlock didn't make fun of himself. He waited leisurely in the wooden house for three or four hours, patiently playing with a big diamond ring on his finger, full of rich man's air.

From daytime until dark, the door of the wooden house opened with a bang. A dozen men in military uniform rushed in with a gust of cold wind, and sat in front of Sherlock one by one.

"Damn Jew, do you know that you are being wanted?" Sitting down for a while, a leader with the rank of major general among the men in military uniform spoke. Everyone stared at Sherlock with a bad look on their faces.

Sherlock is forty or fifty years old, compared to those soldiers, he is well maintained. A year ago, he was the middleman who contacted Colonel Wolf, who had just rebelled, to sell all the equipment of a heavy brigade to the Aurora Legion. This deal earned him Zhou Qingfeng's friendship.

The friendship of the legion leader made Shylock's status rise sharply, which is more precious than how much money he makes. And his success inspired more Jews to join the trend of cooperating with the Aurora Legion.

But now Shylock hopes to gain greater appreciation from the regiment commander. He took the initiative to go to the US-Mexico border to persuade the Baath Party's dozen or so infantry divisions that were confronting the Aurora Legion at the border, hoping that these troops would defect and surrender.

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders with a sneer at the questioning of the major general officer's implied threat, "Major General, you can hand me over to Dr. Osborn to prove your loyalty, but that won't help. That monster Osborn will be finished sooner or later." gone."

Sherlock's taunt seemed to anger the major general, he snorted coldly and said: "The leader of the party has stabilized the situation again, the rebellion has been wiped out, and everyone is united with him again. No one believes the rumors you spread, and we don't Nor does it like outsiders coveting American territory."

"Hahaha..." These words caused Sherlock to keep laughing, he patted the table and said happily, "Forget it, we all know the embarrassment Osborn is facing now.

Although the flames in San Antonio were extinguished, the temperature in the entire Baathist territory was rising. All the mutants and zombies in North America want to seek revenge from Osborn, and now they only need one Mars... "

Sherlock made a gesture of a lighter, and said a foley "bang", "The whole of Texas will be burned, and many people will be reduced to ashes. Don't you want to be ashes too?"

Mutants and zombies, this is a heavy topic. Both of these human mutants have suffered miserable artificial biochemical modification, and they are incompatible with the world and have no future. Slow-down humans are constantly hunting them down. But everyone knows that they are actually innocent.

Morally speaking, Dr. Osborne deserves death!

And no one knows exactly how far Dr. Osborn's research has gone. In fact, many people in the Baath Party live in fear, for fear that they will be transformed into mutants that day—a large part of these people It's the soldiers of the Ba'ath Party.

The Major General stared at Sherlock with a tense face.

And Sherlock continued: "I think we should be honest and say something meaningful. First of all, there are millions of white people in the Aurora Legion, and these people are living well.

You can say that the Legion Master dislikes religion, restricts human rights, and is extremely authoritarian. Yes, that's right. That's what the Legion Commander is. But the leader of any organization in North America is like this.

I don't like the Legion Master's suppression of religion too much, but I must admire his ability to rule the world.

It is this extraordinary ability that makes tens of millions of people willing to accept his rule. "

When it comes to Victor Hugo's abilities, there's really nothing to slander. These high-ranking Baath Party officers in front of them also have to admit that their opponents have some kind of incredible magic, which is loved by tens of millions of people. This kind of magic gives people great pressure, as if it is irresistible.

After Sherlock arrived, more than a dozen divisions and hundreds of senior officers of the Ba'ath Party's southern military region actually knew the intention of the other party's visit. They have actually been arguing for several hours in a meeting, and the dozen or so people in front of them are actually here to negotiate.

"We have deployed more than 50 divisions and more than 100 advanced fighter planes on the border. And your defense plan has even been mastered by us, from logistics supply to command center to forward deployment, we are very clear. We have already mastered all of you."

As Sherlock spoke, he took out a portable computer, activated the virtual screen and projected a military map. Compared with ordinary maps, this map has contour lines and complex road conditions, as well as marking various confidential facilities. Its appearance is too scary.

This is simply the transparency of the battlefield, half of the loss is lost without fighting.

The Ba'ath Party officers involved in the negotiations were suddenly in an uproar. Looking at the series of information on the garrison of troops on the map, their foreheads were covered with cold sweat. If this fights, the first wave of offensive will suffer a lot. Especially the various command posts will definitely receive heavy bombs.

"How did you get these?" the major general in charge of the negotiation asked in surprise.

"Because some of you have already decided to revolt, and the rest of you can only surrender, or you will be captured." Looking at the dozens of faces sweating on the opposite side, Sherlock smiled proudly, "Our army commander is very Generosity depends on whether you can grasp this last chance."

The major general turned pale with shock, and asked anxiously, "We can only count as surrender now? There is no chance of an uprising?"

It is a commonality of people to buy up or not to buy down. If the legion keeps raising the price, these Ba'athist troops still want to continue to wait for the price, but now the salary has actually dropped, which has to make people anxious.

"Unless your dozen or so divisions put down their weapons collectively within 24 hours, we can only count you as surrendering."

"No, the twenty-four hours are too tight. We can't agree."

"Then we don't care. Let me remind you again that there is a big difference between rebellion and surrender. Especially for you senior officers, the big difference will make you regret why you didn't make a decision quickly."

"Wait...we don't accept this kind of persecution."

"That would be too bad. You choose to die or be captured. Victor Hugo, the commander of the army, has never shown mercy. We will launch an attack at any time. Life or death depends on your decision."

When she said this, Sherlock felt as happy as he was in his heart. This feeling of relying on superpowers to oppress a powerful army to submit is really cool and cool!

The opponent is a dozen or so infantry divisions, with more than 200,000 people fully equipped, but now they are bargaining in panic. Sherlock feels that today is the pinnacle of his life - with Victor Hugo as the backstage, he speaks hard, life is different!