Rebirth of the Flying Era

At 11:10 noon, Du Fei and his party finally arrived in Gorham Town.

The town was smaller and more rundown than expected, with only one dirt road running through the town and dilapidated wooden houses on both sides of the road.

Du Fei and others only had six bicycles left. One of the bicycles was broken and was discarded.

Because there is a bicycle carrying one person, it slows down a little, otherwise we would have arrived earlier.

With Xiao Hei's Crow Team conducting an early investigation, Du Fei knew that Eagle had arrived early, so he rode directly to the town hall.

From a distance, I saw mercenaries on guard in front of the door.

The other party also saw Du Fei and others and immediately became vigilant.

Du Fei stopped a long way away to avoid any misunderstanding.

Almost at the same time, Eagle came out and raised his hand to the men outside. The mercenaries lowered their guns.

The six people who came with Du Fei couldn't help but be surprised. They couldn't figure out where these armed men came from and what their relationship was with Du Fei.

However, it seems that the situation is developing in a favorable direction.

Arriving in front of the town hall, Eagle immediately bowed when he saw Du Fei and addressed himself as "Your Excellency", which was extremely respectful.

When the mercenaries at the door saw the boss like this, they quickly followed suit and bowed.

This made all six people behind Du Fei stunned.

In their opinion, even if Du Fei has connections here, he is here to seek help from others, and even if he is not arrogant, he must still treat others with a smile.

who knows……

Du Fei ignored their reactions and directly motioned for someone to take them to rest.

Team Leader Wang, who was in charge, opened his mouth to say something, but finally gave up.

Du Fei and Eagle returned to the mayor's office.

This place has been requisitioned, and all the original staff have been sent home.

There were only two people left in the room, and Du Fei immediately asked about the current situation.

Although there was a spiritual link before, Du Fei did not have the time or energy to understand the situation carefully.

Eagle briefly told that there were 187 mercenaries in the town at this time, six sets of Type 60 mortars, 12 rocket launchers, and six light machine guns.

Du Fei frowned after hearing this.

Logically speaking, if you are in a hurry and need to march urgently, it is already good to have such equipment.

But it was not enough for Du Fei. At the next moment, with a thought, he took out two 120mm heavy mortars from his portable space.

This thing may not be considered a mortar, but its large caliber makes it no less powerful than a large-caliber field gun. Only the ejection mechanism makes it not have a far range, but it is undoubtedly a powerful weapon in close combat.

Then, Eagle began to prepare.

At this time, Imranhan, who was chasing after Du Fei, was still more than 20 kilometers away from Gorham Town.

The full truck maneuver makes them faster than Du Fei and others.

Fortunately, the roads in Indu were not good and the speed gap between cars and bicycles could not be widened. Otherwise, Du Fei's trip would not have been so smooth.

Imranhan and Master Mohan were sitting in the car.

Master Mohan suddenly frowned, and the premonition of danger made him hesitate.

Imranhan looked out the window and didn't notice. He was thinking about what to say when he caught up with Du Fei.

Suddenly there was a thud, the car passed a hurdle and shook violently.

Imran Khan and Master Mohan both recovered.

Master Mohan said: "Sir, there seems to be a strong magnetic field ahead, we must be careful."

Imranhan frowned. He knew how powerful Master Mohan was and took his words very seriously. He immediately ordered the co-pilot: "Inform Major Tim and ask his family to be careful."

The co-pilot's secretary radioed Major Tim, the commander this time.

Master Mohan nodded, but the uneasiness in his heart did not lessen, but he had just said it once, and Imran Khan also expressed his attention.

To repeat it again would be too fussy.

What's more, they now have enough men to strengthen the company, and the opponent only has six or seven people, so there is really no need to worry.

Thinking of this, Master Mohan simply held back his temper.

More than twenty kilometers is not a long distance for a car, and we arrived in less than an hour.

Imran Khan was in the car and saw a dilapidated town in the distance.

At this time, he didn't know that Du Fei was waiting for him here, and he was still calculating in his mind how long he would have to chase.

There was a sudden "boom", and a ball of fire suddenly exploded in front of the motorcade.

Experienced soldiers knew it was a landmine at a glance, but the mine did not wait for the truck to run over it and explode, but set off early.

There were no casualties, but a huge pit was blown up on the road, directly cutting off the road here.

Imran Khan and Master Mohan who were sitting in the car were shocked, but without giving them time to react, there was another loud noise immediately behind them.

It was also a landmine, detonated by remote control, and the road behind them was also blown up.

This kind of pit is nothing at all. As long as someone gets up there, it can be filled up in less than two minutes.

However, at the moment, they will not be given these two minutes.

After the second explosion, followed by the sound of two shells breaking through the air, it was the two 120 mortars that Du Fei had just given to Eagle.

Almost at the same time, there were two booms!

Two artillery shells exploded in the paddy fields on the left and right sides of Imranhan's convoy.

The 120mm caliber mortars exploded the paddy fields on both sides. Even if they were twenty or thirty meters away, the power of the explosion could not be underestimated. The splashing mud crackled on the trucks in the middle of the road, and these trucks suddenly became A turtle in an urn can neither advance nor retreat.

Fortunately, these people brought by Imranhan were considered elite. They were not slow to respond to emergencies. They immediately got out of the car, picked up weapons, and were alert and defensive.

Imranhan and Master Mohan got out of the car with serious expressions.

Behind and behind them, more than a hundred mercenaries rushed out, aiming their guns menacingly.

Near the town of Gorham, several large and small mortars are in place, and they can fire immediately with an order.

Seeing this scene, everyone knew that they were surrounded.

Imran Khan's face was gloomy. He was really startled just now. Fortunately, the opponent did not scare him to death, otherwise it would not be a deterrent bombardment.

With so many mortars and rocket launchers firing at the same time, his convoy must be in danger.

At this time, a mercenary ran quickly from the opposite town and asked directly to see Imranhan.

Imranhan frowned, and the other party called his name directly. It was obviously either a misunderstanding or a direct attack on him.

"Let him come here." Imranhan took a deep breath to adjust his anxious mood.

The mercenary was a tall, blond white man, and he came without a gun.

Imran Khan looked around and said, "I am Imran Khan."

The mercenary said in English: "Misterdu, please come over." He turned slightly sideways and pointed back.

Following the direction he pointed, Imranhan saw Du Fei standing next to the 120 mortar.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly from hundreds of meters away, Imranhan was very sure that it was Du Fei.

The mercenary looked at his watch and continued: "You have five minutes to think about it. We will fire in five minutes."

Imran Khan's face was as dark as water. He couldn't figure out what was going on.

It was obvious that he was leading people to chase Du Fei, but why did the situation reverse in the blink of an eye and he stepped into someone else's trap.

These mercenaries were clearly in Sholapur, so why did they cross more than 200 kilometers to appear here?

All kinds of questions lingered around him, leaving him unable to find a clue.

But at this time he had no time to hesitate and had to make a decision.

Imran Khan was not an ordinary person after all. Although the situation was unfavorable, he did not panic.

He took a deep breath and told his men not to be nervous, lower the muzzle of the gun, and put on the safety to avoid misfire.

In this situation, once a fight breaks out, there is no chance of winning.

Imran Khan had some free time and came to Du Fei with the mercenary.

When Imran Khan came to Du Fei on the country road, his plain white clothes were stained with a lot of dust, making him look a little embarrassed.

The two looked at each other, and it was considered as a reunion of old friends. Du Fei stood in the shade of a two-story wooden house at the head of the town.

It was just after two o'clock at this time, which was the hottest time of the day.

"Take a few puffs?"

Du Fei casually took out a peony cigarette and handed one to Imranhan, then lit it first as he was minding his own business.

A wry smile appeared on Imranhan's lips. The last time we met in Mengmai, he mentioned that he would not smoke.

Du Fei didn't know whether he forgot or did it on purpose, but the situation at this time meant that he had to continue to smoke regardless of whether he would do it or not.

Du Fei half-smiled, took a sip and said, "If you're interested, I'll come all the way from Mengmai here."

Imranhan said helplessly: "If I said that I received intelligence that someone wanted to assassinate you, and I brought people here to protect you, Mr. Du would not believe it, right?"

Du Fei was noncommittal and took a drag on his cigarette.

Based on the situation last night, Imran Khan said it was barely possible to rescue him. He was obviously not on the same page as those plainclothes armed men.

But if Imran Khan had any good intentions, Du Fei didn't quite believe it.

Imranhan continued: "The information intercepted by our intelligence department shows that the people who are attacking you this time are people from the Muslim League in West Pakistan..."

Du Fei raised his eyebrows. Although Imranhan said he had a nose and eyes, he was still dubious.

The Muslim League is a major faction in Sibane. It has made some radical remarks before, but it does not rule out Imranhan pouring dirty water on the enemy.

It's impossible to explain this kind of thing anyway.

But Du Fei was more curious about what kind of medicine was sold in Imranhan's gourd.

Even if what he said was true, in this case, it would be enough to make a phone call or send someone to notify him.

There is absolutely no need to go out in person and chase them all the way with more than 200 people.

Imran Khan is sure that the drunkard’s intention is not to drink.

Du Fei didn't respond, and Imran Khan didn't say anything further.

The two fell into silent agreement.

After a while, Du Fei smoked most of a cigarette, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with the sole of his shoe.

Imran Khan's face remained calm, but in his heart he was living like a year, working as a swordsman and me as fish and meat. This feeling was unpleasant.

Years of practicing yoga have honed his character, allowing Imranhan to maintain his apparent calmness.

However, there is great terror between life and death. How can we not be afraid?

It was completely secret that he brought people here. If Du Fei was ruthless and killed him and his people, no one would even know that he died here.

In fact, Du Fei was also very curious, what exactly did Imran Khan want to do?

After throwing away the cigarette butt, he asked the question in his heart, and then stared at the other party with a sinister look.

Imran Khan also had a sinister look in his eyes, but he could not stop talking without surprising anyone.

He was silent for a moment and said: "The great Indu should not hand over power to a woman, even if she is Nihelu Gandi!"

Du Fei's heart trembled because he didn't expect Imranhan to say such harsh words.

However, Du Fei was not interested in their internal fighting. Anyway, he was either an aunt or a nephew and could not leave their house. He said calmly: "You want to carry out a palace coup? What does it have to do with me? You don't think that I will participate in it" Such a thing?"

"Of course you won't." Imran Khan said, rushing toward the mortar position not far away, "But it doesn't stop me from hiring them."

Du Fei raised his eyebrows: "You want to hire them?"

Imranhan looked away: "Hyderbala can do it, Bangalore can do it, Sholapur can do it, why can't I?"

Having said this, Imranhan showed a wry smile: "I just didn't expect that you have a back-up here, and you actually transferred so many people from Sholapur in one night."

Du Fei ignored the disguised compliment and said in a deep voice: "There are just over a thousand people? You just want to get rid of your aunt?"

Imranhan breathed a sigh of relief.

Du Fei asked this kind of question, indicating that he was already interested, and said confidently: "Don't worry, someone will get rid of that woman for us without my doing anything."

Du Fei jokingly reminded: "It's you, you have nothing to do with me."

Imranhan ignored Du Fei's pretentious words and continued: "That woman is too self-righteous. She thinks that because she is Nihelu's daughter, she can unscrupulously give things that belong to Nihelu to her husband's family? She forgot, she He is no longer Nihelu, but Gandi."

In the end, Imranhan made no secret of his resentment.

Obviously, Xindila has not balanced the interests of her mother's family and her husband's family very well in these years.

In Du Fei's memory, no similar conflicts broke out before he traveled through time. It was probably because victory on the battlefield covered up these conflicts under the surface. And in the subsequent struggle, Xindila relied on its strong reputation to crush everything and became invincible.

But this time it was completely different.

The defeat on the battlefield completely exposed Xindila's incompetence. The successive defeats exhausted most people's patience and exposed the previous contradictions.

Imranhan continued: "Someone must take responsibility for the failure of the war. It is destined to end! But the Nihelu family must not leave in such a shameful way. I must stand up. As a member of the family, this is It is my unshirkable responsibility!”

Du Fei understood that the Nihelu family had begun to prepare for the end of the war.

Xindila has become an abandoned child, including her husband's family, who will be pushed out and bear the responsibility for the defeat.

War is inherently a big gamble. No matter how good it looks before the war, everything gets out of control once the war starts.

If you fail, you have to bear the consequences of failure. There is nothing to say.

But Imran Khan described him as the family's expected successor, but that may not necessarily be the case.

Apart from anything else, if he really got the support of the Nihelu family, there would be no need to risk staring at Du Fei, a mercenary.

On the contrary, it was because he was at a disadvantage in the internal competition within the family that he tried every means to seek external forces to break the situation.

But this is not important to Du Fei. What really matters is what Imran Khan is willing to pay for it.