Chapter 2197 Spartan Warriors
The morning after Song Sanpao was captured, Zhao Wuji held a core meeting of the Thirteen Leagues.
In the huge banquet hall, there were more than a dozen impressive men and women sitting, each of them standing straight and looking quietly at Zhao Wuji in the middle.
Seven of them are even more conspicuous.
These seven men and women were huge, not only about 1.9 meters tall, but their muscles were bulging explosively, as if they were wearing a layer of armor.
Each of their fists is bigger than the ocean bowl, making it feel like one punch can punch through a single wall.
Compared to the beastly bodies of these seven people, Ximen Shu, who was originally relatively strong, looked as weak as a child.
These seven people are the leaders of the ‘Death Team’ of the Thirteen Alliances.
The Death Squadron was the vanguard team that Zhao Wuji used to conquer the world. It was also a death squad that was not afraid of death. They were all desperadoes and die-hard loyalists.
There are seven teams, each with only sixty people, but each team is very fierce, and the Thirteen Leagues respectfully call them 'Spartans'.
Although they do not have the strength of the three hundred Spartan warriors in history to defeat 300,000 enemy troops, the Death Squadron still has no big problem with one against ten.
They are another trump card for Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji has been raising them all these years, but has not used them for almost five years. Letting them participate in the meeting today is obviously to do a big job.
Ximen Shu and several other cronies had this thought, and at the same time lamented that Ye Tianlong and Shangguan Xiaozhi were going to die.
Zhao Wuji glanced at the familiar faces, and then looked at the positions of the eight heavenly kings in the past. His eyes flashed with pain, and then returned to coldness:
"Tomorrow is the day when the Thirteen Leagues and Longmen will sign an agreement."
"In order to sign this peace agreement, the Thirteen Alliance spent 2 billion, Military Master Chen's body, and 60 halls."
"We have fed Ye Tianlong's appetite to the fullest, and we have also made him get carried away and feel that we are weak and can be bullied."
"I also received news that Longmen sent more than 200 people to Taicheng yesterday to confirm whether Taicheng is safe."
"In the end, the Longmen spies were very satisfied. Taicheng and the Negotiation Building were very safe. Shangguan Xiaozhi also concluded that the Thirteen Alliance was really afraid."
"She also called me in the morning and told me to be there on time tomorrow and bring a few beautiful women with me. Ye Tianlong will take advantage of this."
Zhao Wuji looked around at the indignant participants: "It can be seen that Shangguan Xiaozhi and the others have swelled."
As soon as the words fell, everyone present immediately exploded:
"You bastard, he's taking our money and territory, and asking us to give him women. He's really arrogant."
"That's right, he is extremely wanton. Ye Tianlong, that bastard, will be punished to death if I catch him."
"This is simply a huge shame for the Thirteen Alliance, and it cannot be washed away without Ye Tianlong's blood."
"We will also capture Shangguan Xiaozhi alive and make her receive guests for seven days and seven nights before killing her in front of Ye Tianlong."
The hatred of Ye Tianlong among the people attending the meeting soared instantly, and they wished they could catch him and eat him alive.
One of the leaders of the Death Team, a man with a scar on his face, flattened the stainless steel thermos bottle with a 'snap'.
He blew out a hot breath: "Leader, give the order and let me kill Ye Tianlong. Either he dies, I die, or we die together."
Zhao Wuji was very satisfied with the effect. He waved his hand to silence everyone and continued the topic:
"When the peace agreement is signed tomorrow, Ye Tianlong and Shangguan will definitely neglect their precautions. We must take advantage of this opportunity to solve the problem once and for all."
"Only if Ye Tianlong and Shangguan are dead, our efforts will be meaningful. Only if Longmen suffers such a heavy blow, our tolerance will be valuable."
Zhao Wuji's voice was deep: "Li Shang and the others can rest in peace after they died."
A bald man stood up: "Leader, if you need us to do anything, just ask us to do it. We will go through fire and water, no matter how hard we die."
A woman dressed up also agreed: "Yes, Longmen goes too far to bully others. If you don't show him any color, you will think that the Thirteenth Alliance is a soft persimmon."
The rest of the people also spoke out one after another: "We are dead soldiers who have been raised by the alliance leader for many years. With the alliance leader's order, we will not rest until death."
"Everyone, please be patient!"
Zhao Wuji waved his hand to silence everyone, then looked at the crowd and spoke loudly:
"We are having a meeting today for no other reason than to arrange a battle tomorrow. Everyone here will participate in the action."
There was a light in his eyes: "Everyone in the Thirteen Alliance is responsible for the attack on Ye Tianlong and Shangguan Xiaozhi."
Ximen Shu said softly: "Leader, please make the arrangements. We will definitely complete the mission, even if we sacrifice this life."
The rest of the people also nodded: "Yes, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated."
"We will negotiate at Taicheng Building tomorrow. The Longmen disciples checked it yesterday."
Zhao Wuji quickly opened the Taicheng architectural map: "Although Shangguan will send people to keep an eye on Taicheng Building, the spies will definitely not take it too seriously."
"And our hound team has locked their location and can take corresponding measures to bypass the surveillance of the Longmen spies."
"The Death Squadron will fly to Taicheng in batches tonight. With the cooperation of the hound team, they will sneak in and hide in the upper and lower floors of the negotiation floor."
"Before the Death Squadron arrives in Taicheng, Ximen Shu's weapons team will assemble the firearms and then hand them over to the Death Squadron."
"At the same time, everyone must destroy their identities. You are freedom fighters and Ye Tianlong's enemies. You have nothing to do with the Thirteen Alliance."
Having said this, he looked at Ximen Shu: "Are the weapons ready?"
"Don't worry, Alliance Leader, the weapons have been dismantled a few days ago and entered Taicheng in pieces. The weapons team will also arrive in Taicheng at noon."
Ximen Shu hurriedly replied: "They will assemble it immediately after they arrive. The weapons will definitely be assembled before twelve o'clock tonight."
"very good."
Zhao Wuji nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the seven team leaders and told Pan his plan:
"Seven people, after Ye Tianlong and Shangguan arrive tomorrow, I will find an excuse to leave the conference room just before signing."
"As soon as I get out of the gate, you immediately use explosives to blast downstairs, and then attack up and down at all costs."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that in tomorrow's battle, you will narrowly escape death. In addition to Ye Tianlong's ninth-level skills, there is also official suppression."
He told everyone about the risks: "You will use heavy weapons tomorrow. No matter what the final result is, the Taicheng military police may kill you."
"I don't want to use heavy weapons, but there is no way. Ye Tianlong is too powerful. He can't fight with cold weapons. He can only fight with hot weapons."
"Your chances of survival are very slim, so you can consider whether to participate in the battle tomorrow."
"Those who are willing to fight for the Thirteen Alliance, whether life or death, Zhao Wuji will give your family a lifetime of wealth."
Zhao Wuji glanced at the seven team leaders with sharp eyes: "Your body is already delicate, and I understand that I will never force you to die."
Shen Tu, standing behind him, lowered his right hand, with a gun in his palm.
Without any hesitation, the seven people stood up and shouted: "Fight!"
"Good brother, good son!"
Seeing all seven people standing up, Zhao Wuji's face was filled with enthusiasm. He stood up and walked over to pat them on the shoulders:
"Having die-hard loyalists like you is an honor for me, Zhao Wuji, and a blessing for the Thirteenth Alliance. I would like to thank you on behalf of our three hundred thousand brothers."
Zhao Wuji made a promise: "No matter what the outcome of this battle is, I will take care of all your wives and children."
Shentu put the gun back without attracting anyone's attention.
A burly man with a scar on his face stared at Zhao Wuji and said:
"Leader, needless to say, it is our death team's responsibility to kill Ye Tianlong and defend the dignity of the Thirteenth Alliance."
"And the leader has raised us for so many years. We eat the best food, drink the most expensive drinks, and play the most enjoyable games. We have nothing more to ask for in life."
"The battle in Taicheng will also fulfill our final glory."
There was the madness and passion of a desperado in his eyes:
"Don't worry, Alliance Leader. If we fight tomorrow, even if we die, we will drag Ye Tianlong along with us..."
After the core meeting, the seven death squadrons left quickly and returned to the camp to prepare for the battle with Ye Tianlong tomorrow.
When Ximen Shu was about to go out to make arrangements, Zhao Wuji suddenly stopped him: "Has the last batch of weapons arrived?"
"Don't worry, Alliance Leader, Ta Xiong has already transferred the goods through other channels. We have gathered the rocket launchers and Gatling, and they will be delivered to us at dusk."
Upon hearing Zhao Wuji's question, Ximen Shu respectfully replied: "We can take it apart in time and send it to Taicheng."
Zhao Wuji flashed a smile: "Very good, it must be shipped in time. Without these things, there will always be a trace of uncertainty in tomorrow's battle."
"In addition, we must tell the combatants to destroy all identifications so that no one can find any evidence that it was the Thirteenth Alliance."
His eyes were cold: "At least, you can't have your feet scratched openly."
Ximen Shu nodded lightly: "Understood, I will make sure they don't leave anything related to the Thirteen Alliance."
"It's just the Chinese official style. If such a large-scale gun battle has a bad impact, even if there is no evidence, as long as the official confirms..."
He was worried: "They will not hesitate to attack the Thirteen Leagues. Even if they don't eradicate all of us, they will give us a bloody lesson."
Although the Thirteen Leagues claim to have 300,000 disciples, they are still not enough compared to the state machinery.
"Of course I know the risks, but if Ye Tianlong doesn't die, the Thirteen Alliance will die sooner or later."
Zhao Wuji saw clearly: "If Ye Tianlong and Shangguan Xiaozhi are killed, even if the Thirteen Leagues are severely damaged by the authorities, it will be worthwhile in the long run."
"As for destruction, it is impossible. The Thirteen Alliance has tied up the interests of many powerful people. If we are destroyed, they will pay much less tribute every year."
Ximen Shu nodded: "That's true."
"One more thing, we gave Song Donghua such a generous gift, why should he reach out to help us?"
Zhao Wuji looked scheming: "So this battle can be a gamble."
Ximen Shu smiled: "The alliance leader is far-sighted."
Zhao Wuji remembered something: "By the way, when will Song Donghua arrive in Harbin?"
Ximen Shu responded: "We will arrive in Harbin at four o'clock in the afternoon."
Zhao Wuji looked up at the sky outside the window, filled with snowflakes...