Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

Thorkel was taken aback and gave his wife a hard look.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged member of the elders did not get angry, and his expression was as calm as ever. He said, "You can take it back. The value of this luxury brand will not be recognized in our country in the future."

Thorkel and his wife breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Thorkel did not offend the other party because of his wife's stupid behavior, and his wife was able to get back his precious bag.

But they soon became a little worried at the same time.

The woman's worry is that the bags she bought for thousands of dollars will not be recognized in her own country in the future.

Sokel's concern is that through the words of this member of the elders, he can speculate on possible changes in the country's socialist line and social thoughts in the future.

This may deprive his job, and identity, of superiority.

even have a negative impact.

The husband and wife seem to be worried about the same thing, but they don't seem to be the same thing.

Finally, the members of the middle-aged elders asked them to sign a form, which mainly included the counted materials.

"Okay, the tents have been prepared for you, please stay overnight. During this period, you can write a resume according to your respective abilities and strengths, and we will collect them all tomorrow morning. Those with resumes can be arranged first Work."

The middle-aged members of the elders group planned to leave after speaking.

Sokel said quickly: "Wait a minute, may I ask, what will happen to our real estate in the city, oh, that is, houses and shops?"

"Unified nationalization and unified distribution. The current principle is that the distribution is given priority to the original owner, but the principle of one household, one house must be followed."

After finishing speaking, the members of the middle-aged elders ignored them and limped forward.

In front of them were four people dressed in rags and in a state of embarrassment. They also seemed to be from the same family.

Members of the elders went up to meet them, but changed their amiable expressions, and carefully asked about the family's situation.

On Sokel's side, his wife approached him and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by 'the principle of one household, one house'?"

Sokel shook his head and said helplessly: "A family can only own one house, that is to say, the ones that were invested before should no longer belong to us."

……

In the tent, the two families each occupy half of the area.

Both sides are a little stiff.

The later family also had three generations, but no adult men.

A hostess, an old lady, and two children.

The four children who once belonged to two classes and two worlds, although they lived in the same city but never seemed to meet each other, are now playing together.

Chatting non-stop.

Sokel's mother, who was also an intellectual, said to the haggard hostess opposite: "Ma'am, where is your husband, will you come later?"

The hostess froze for a moment, then shook her head and said, "My husband and father were captured in the first batch and the second batch of conscription respectively. I heard that they went to Thimphu City."

There was silence in the tent.

……

At 11:30, the resettlement area has gradually become lively.

I don't know how many people were put into tents.

Soon someone came over to distribute food and water, followed by doctors, and conducted simple consultations for these surrendered people one by one.

At [-]:[-], there were still a lot of noisy voices being introduced into the resettlement area.

And soon spread everywhere.

Thorkel found a stack of papers and two pens in the tent.

He quickly lowered his head and began to write his resume.

This tent was then arranged for two more people.

A 40-year-old woman with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

During the whispered conversation, people knew that the woman's husband and a 13-year-old son had also been conscripted into the government's army.

I don't know where I went to the battlefield, and I don't know if I am dead or alive now.

Eleven fifty-nine.

Thorkel began to feel restless.

He made several typos in succession.

Simply put down your pen and keep checking the time on your watch.

The hands moved minute by minute, approaching twelve o'clock.

The noisy sounds outside seemed to have lessened a lot.

It was as if they were all waiting for twelve o'clock, this momentous moment.

'Tick tock tick tock...'

The second hand has one last lap left, stubbornly crossing the lowest point and turning to the highest point.

Chapter 251 Entering Garland City

"boom!"

Burial Love's iconic Sha Matt hairstyle appeared in the mirror.

It was a very exaggerated floor-to-ceiling mirror.

More than two meters wide and at least three meters high.

The floor height of this building is more than [-] meters.

The decoration is quite luxurious and noble.

The mirror was stained with blood, and a guard in military uniform with a blown head lay crookedly under the mirror.

The person standing in the mirror, besides Zun Ai and one of his team members, was another person.

Dressed in military uniform, looking tense.

This person was standing beside a huge mahogany desk, holding a mobile phone in his hand, but until now, he hadn't been able to make a call.

This man is the commander of the political army.

"Camera!"

Zunai suddenly said something to his teammates behind him.

The teammates immediately took out their mobile phones, turned on the camera mode, and aimed at Mr. Commander.

"Eltavier Jubai, you have been proven guilty of treason, liaising with other countries, and betraying your own interests. Are you pleading guilty?"

Zhubai put down the phone slowly, and proudly said: "So what if you recognize it, so what if you don't recognize it? Do you have any evidence?"

Zunai raised her chin and asked more proudly than him: "What if there is evidence, and what if there is no evidence? Do we need evidence?"

Zhubai's tone was stagnant, and his expression kept changing: "I'm not guilty!"

"If you refuse to plead guilty, the crime will be increased!" Zang Ai directly raised the muzzle of the submachine gun, and pressed it against Zhubai's forehead.

"Ah..." Zhubai swallowed hard, and said in panic, "Then I plead guilty!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhubai was shot three times in the body and fell heavily to the ground, dying with regret.

Burying love lowered her gun, and said calmly: "It's fine to confess your guilt, and you deserve to die if you betray your country!"

……

59:45:[-].

The garrison on the north side of Garland City announced their surrender.

59:56:[-].

The three divisions of the Garland Nationalist F Army surrendered to Sangbiao on the south side.

At twelve o'clock, the old cat group entered Garland City from the north, the crow from the west, the two dogs from the east, and Sangbiao led an army from the south, with tens of thousands of troops.

Fifteen minutes later, the sun and moon flag was hoisted at the top of the Garland State Headquarters.

……

Before twelve o'clock, not many civilians left the city to surrender.

Except for those tribesmen who were expelled from other places and settled outside the city as a reserve source of troops,

Those who can really come out of the city are those with connections, backgrounds, and money.

Only these people could find a way to escape from the path opened by the garrison and surrender to the Garan armed forces.

Most people are still stranded in the city.

However, Zhang Ga wanted these people.

At this time, he was not in the office of the general government, but in a hotel, flipping through the resumes.

The reason why he didn't enter the headquarters was because he suspected that the place was full of American pinhole cameras and bugs.

"Crash..."

The sound of paper flipping was very clear in the quiet hotel.

Zhang Ga kept pulling out one of the resumes from the stack and putting it aside.

In the end, he handed the dozen or so cards he drew out to San Pao and said, "Find these people for me."

Sanpao turned over casually.

"Abduraman, the operation officer of the National Headquarters..."

"Sockel, executives at Garland Bank..."

"Hatan Shahrani, executive of the Information and Communication Center..."

"Babshir, strategic reserve officer..."

"..."

……

After Sanpao left, Zhang Ga stood behind the window of the hotel, overlooking the criss-crossing streets below.

The entire city of Garland, combined inside and outside the city, has 40 people.

In the past, such a city, with its wealth, army, and talents, could beat the entire Garan Kingdom.

Or it can be said that all the things that can be put on the table in the whole country of Garland have been concentrated in Garland City.

This city on the lower reaches of the Chim River and at the southernmost tip of the Garland Kingdom is the only center of the Garland Kingdom.

Now, there are military vehicles passing by on the street, and the soldiers on the military vehicles are constantly preaching the policy and basic rules of the Garland armed forces to the residents on both sides.

From time to time, sporadic commotions could be heard in the city.

Occasionally there was a gunshot.

But that's all.

There is no greater movement.

……

On the Yutu app.

The news channel is live broadcasting the regime change in Garland City.

In the comment section of the overseas broadcast, most of them are swearing and cursing.

Because prior to this, many media had portrayed Zhang Ga as a vicious, brutal, independent, and inhuman terrorist leader.

For his own selfish desires, he forced ordinary people to take up guns and fire at his legal government.

For the sake of inflated ambition and desire for power, the whole country has been plunged into the abyss of war!