Chapter 3514

The military advisor's words were like a steel knife, piercing the hearts of all the core members.

When they occupied the mountains as kings, they, like Hamid, hid deep in the remote mountains and old forests where even satellites couldn't scan, storing ammunition and supplies in rock crevices; government forces dared not rashly come to encircle and suppress them due to the extreme terrain.

Now that they have seized the realm, everything has reversed: they are no longer bandits hiding in the mountains, but have become the government forces occupying the capital and holding the mandate of heaven. When they reconsider their situation with Hamid from a different angle, they know it is nearly impossible to defeat him, and even merely besieging him for three years would consume enormous manpower and material resources.

Three years bring too many variables; whether they will still possess the realm after three years is another matter entirely.

Therefore, everyone has harbored the same thought in their hearts: while the realm is still in their hands, they must quickly seize benefits, so that even if counterattacked one day, they can still leave with large amounts of money and women, and should not waste time on this damned Hamid.

Thus, everyone reached a consensus: not to engage Hamid on his level.

But while they refused to engage Hamid on his level, Hamid insisted on entangling them and would not let go.

Just as everyone, in their dejection, decided to let Hamid off the hook, someone suddenly burst into the meeting room and reported: "Report! Hamid has sent a message!"

The leader coldly questioned: "What did he say?"

The messenger replied: "Hamid said, if you do not give him the oil field he wants, his soldiers will launch an attack on all the nation's oil fields. In his own words: anyway, the money from selling oil won't even reach his pocket, so better to blow them all up—let us all starve together."

"Holy shit!!!"

The leader instantly flew into a rage, drew his sidearm, and fired three shots at the ceiling.

He shouted angrily: "What does this son of a bitch mean? Does he really want to fight us to the end?!"

The military advisor hurriedly advised: "Boss, first calm your anger. In my view, Hamid merely wants a small oil field—give it to him if he wants it!"

"Give it to him?!" The leader glared, eyes wide, and demanded sternly: "He just destroyed several of our oil fields, we suffered major losses, we earn how much less per day—do you know? I didn't make him pay a price, which already counts as giving him face. Now he still wants me to give him the oil field—damn it, dreaming in broad daylight!"

The deputy leader stroked his beard and muttered: "This son of a bitch surely has high morale now. We cannot deploy large forces to guard the nation's oil fields. From now on, if he destroys just one more, our business will lose money; if he destroys two, the loss will be even worse. In my view, we might as well give him the oil field he wants. As long as he keeps his promise, we only need to lose one more oil field; otherwise, we don't know how much more we'll lose."

The military advisor immediately nodded: "Exactly, that's the reasoning."

The leader said with a grim face: "I know this is the reasoning, I can even calculate this account, but I just feel uneasy inside. Why should I be manipulated by him? I am, after all, a sovereign of a state—if this gets out, where will I put my face?"

Saying this, he gritted his teeth and continued: "Besides! This bastard was already rich, his base is impregnable. If we give him the oil field, his money will only grow, and his strength will only increase—won't it?!"

The military advisor quickly comforted: "Boss, this matter—if we reach an agreement under the table, then henceforth well water does not violate river water, outsiders won't know the specifics, and Hamid is now feeling proud. If he really gets carried away and continues attacking our controlled oil fields, future losses will only grow. After reaching an agreement and giving him that oil field, the other oil fields he destroyed—we can still rush to restore production, and losses can gradually be made up. But if we let him keep striking like this, the loss range will be beyond our control."

"Moreover, you said you fear his strength will grow—speaking frankly, we can no longer stop this. Don't forget, he has a good relationship with the Wanlong Palace. Regarding the White Horse Island incident, the Wanlong Palace hasn't yet come to trouble us. I think we should go along with Hamid, and also greet the Wanlong Palace, offer apologies; otherwise, if both sides come against us, we'll be attacked from front and rear."

The leader pondered for a moment, sighed deeply, and said: "Ah, you're right—damn it, we can only temporarily let this bastard off the hook!"

Having spoken, he immediately raised his head and told the deputy leader: "You contact Hamid—just say his desired oil field can be given to him, we can also shake hands and make peace with him, but the precondition is that he absolutely, absolutely must not launch attacks on other oil fields! From now on, well water does not violate river water—no one is allowed to scheme against the other!"

The deputy leader immediately said: "Alright, I'll call Hamid right now."

Having spoken, he took out his satellite phone and dialed Hamid.

Before, when we were comrades, we used satellite phones to contact each other.

Now, although we have become enemies, the means of contact remain.

The call quickly connected to Hamid.

Hamid was currently sitting in his fortifications with legs crossed, waiting for the call. He knew that once he put his words out, the other side would surely agree—even primary school students could calculate this account; unless one is an idiot, no one would lock horns with him to the death.

Moreover, I am not afraid of him locking horns with me to the death.

Ye Xiaodi had already analyzed the situation for me earlier—this strike will hurt them, and they will surely be afraid.

As soon as the call came through, a victorious smile instantly appeared on his face. He picked up the phone and said calmly: "Hello, who is this?"

The other party immediately said: "It's me, Abdulla."

Hamid sneered: "It's you, you little brat. Speaking frankly, I've known you this long, and I didn't expect you to be so unscrupulous!"

The other party hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, Hamid. You also know the situation has changed now, you've kept refusing reorganization, and we have our own worries too!"

Hamid shouted back: "We are brothers who fought side by side in the same trench—even if you have some worries, you cannot think of putting me to death! Moreover, I am still accompanied by my two pregnant wives—you damn well think you want to exterminate my clan?"

The other party helplessly said: "Ah, Hamid, some things I don't need to say—you already understand. We all have our own difficulties; what we did was indeed wrong, and we won't deny it. Besides, you destroyed three of our oil fields—consider it as letting off steam. If you ask me, we should still shake hands and make peace. You want that oil field—we'll give it to you. Our actions against you, and your destruction of our oil fields—we'll write it all off as one debt. What do you think?"

Hamid felt a surge of joy in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh: "Still, my younger brother Ye predicts events like a god!"

This is exactly the result he wanted.

But after frequent contact with Ye Chen, his scheming has also increased.

Since the other party agreed so readily, he must seize the opportunity to extort some extra compensation.

Thinking this, he said: "You will definitely give me the oil field. Besides, I destroyed three of your oil fields and injured three of your brothers—you ought to show some token of compensation, otherwise I cannot explain things to my subordinates."

The other party was nearly apoplectic: you destroyed three oil fields, killed several hundred of our soldiers, and you only injured three people—yet your tone sounds like you suffered a great loss and are demanding compensation from us—this is Versailles-level audacity! Can you really be this shameless? Can you really be this thick-skinned?!