At the Alliance Mercenaries Headquarters Tent, there were a total of six small-scale mercenary leaders, all of whom were furious and extremely angry.

This squad belonged to Sha Jin; they were driven back with their ears cut off, which was an utter humiliation for Sha Jin.

And to the other leaders, the fact that the leader of the Tianhuo Mercenaries tore up six invitations also meant great humiliation.

They were all men who added blood to bullets, frequently meeting and interacting.

If this matter got out and was further exaggerated by others, it would completely cut off the livelihood of these six mercenary groups.

At that time, the capabilities of these mercenaries would be questioned by their employers, and they would lose business.

Sha Jin was angrily pacing around the tent, his big beard sticking up.

"The Tianhuo Mercenaries are too bullying; I, Sha Jin, will never coexist peacefully with them."

Another Legion Commander clenched his fists, his face turning furious.

"My Avengers' banner has never been insulted like this. If this spreads, how can I face my invincible soldiers?"

"Damn, bastard, if he wants a fight, then let's fight. Kill him!"

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Inside the tent, among the six leaders, the hot-tempered ones all voiced their determination to fight against the Tianhuo Mercenaries.

However, two other leaders remained silent: one with a face flushed blue with anger yet sitting firmly without speaking, the other showing signs of fear.

Sha Jin noticed the two and shouted loudly, "Hugo, what do you suggest?"

The calm leader, Hugo, stood up slowly, looked around, and said mildly.

"I want to ask everyone, with our current armament, can we really fight against the Tianhuo Mercenaries, which is a heavily armed force of over a thousand people?"

Sha Jin was stunned for a moment, his mouth wide open.

"Even if we can't beat them, we have to fight. Otherwise, we have no future. My employer is on the other side of the desert waiting for a delivery."

Hugo sneered, "Fight even when we can't win? I won't let my brothers become cannon fodder; such sacrifices are unacceptable, sorry."

Another leader stood up too, lowered his head slightly, and spoke softly but clearly.

"Sorry, I feel the same way; the Tianhuo Mercenaries won't stay here forever, and they will naturally withdraw in time. It's better to value peace."

Sha Jin was furious, jumped over, and clutched the timid leader's collar.

"Busqi, you coward, losing face like this, who will hire you for work?"

"At that point, your benefactors, even if they pay a high price, will collaborate with the Tianhuo Mercenaries, and you'll end up eating shit."

Busqi stepped back, revealing a handgun, pointing it at Sha Jin.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot!"

Sha Jin froze, looking at Busqi in disbelief.

"We just allied, and you're pointing a gun at your own allies; you're not only a coward but also a bastard!"

Hugo frowned, extending a hand.

"Busqi, put the gun down; drawing a gun over this, what does it mean?"

Busqi didn't put away the gun, shaking the muzzle slightly.

"The Tianhuo Mercenaries have over a thousand troops, while our alliance has just over five hundred, and our light and heavy weapons are inferior. Don't ask me to die in vain; I'm someone with a brain."

Hugo laughed, a sinister glint appearing in his calm eyes.

"We agreed to ally against the Tianhuo Mercenaries; wanting to withdraw now is one thing, but pointing a gun at your own people is too much. Put the gun down!"

He suddenly shouted, scaring Busqi, who shivered and reluctantly put the gun down, seeing the menacing crowd.

Sha Jin's emotion also became somewhat calmer, looking at Hugo indifferently.

"So, brother, you still want to withdraw?"

Hugo shook his head.

"If there's a way to severely punish the Tianhuo Mercenaries, I won't retreat, but the enemy is numerous, and we are few. How can this battle be fought?"

The doubts expressed by Hugo were not unconsidered by Sha Jin and the other leaders; after hearing Hugo's words, everyone looked down, no one speaking.

Just then, from the twelve o'clock direction in the tent, a lazy voice sounded.

"There are many classic battles where the few defeated the many. You're scaring yourselves before even fighting; why not try my plan?"

Everyone was startled and turned around.

In the middle of the tent, behind a long table, a guy was eagerly gnawing on a roasted lamb leg, drinking from a big bowl, with Hugo's beloved cigar between his fingers.

Hugo's heart ached; it wasn't that he was being petty—this type of cigar originated from Cuba, with very scarce tobacco.

Hugo had gone through great trouble to acquire a little.

And now this unfamiliar guy appeared and snatched his cigar; it was practically half Hugo's life.

Hugo turned around, suppressing his anger.

"Who are you? When did you arrive? How much of our conversation did you hear?"

The person lazily stood up, flicked the ash from the cigar, and said calmly.

"Someone who can lead you to victory. I sat here from the start, but you just couldn't see me."

Everyone was astounded, looking at him in disbelief. This guy had a demeanor of "I'm the best in the world," truly an unknown expert?

Sha Jin saw Yang Fei with a glance and exclaimed.

"Mr. Yang Fei, why are you here?"

Everyone noticed Sha Jin's face filled with fear and trepidation, glancing at each other.

The two leaders who initially wanted to insult quickly shut their mouths.

Hugo held his composure, seeing Yang Fei's extraordinary aura and becoming respectful.

"Sir, you said you could lead us to win this battle; what's your plan?"

Yang Fei, chewing on the lamb leg, mumbled through his words.

"Why rush? Let me finish eating first."

The group stared blankly at Yang Fei, their expressions mixed with doubt, anger, and fear.

Yang Fei finally swallowed the most delicate piece of meat from the lamb leg into his stomach and exhaled a long breath.

He patted the table and spoke calmly.

"The method is simple: Huaxia has a magical military book called The Thirty-Six Stratagems, among which is a stratagem called 'Drive Tiger Swallow Wolf'."

Everyone looked at Yang Fei blankly, not understanding his intent.

Yang Fei knew these Old Maozi were not familiar with Huaxia culture, so he patiently explained.

"Currently, the Tianhuo Mercenaries have blocked the desert exit and set up checkpoints, harming not only your interests but also those of many other armed forces."

"After all, what everyone is doing is smuggling arms and drugs, which is very hard to accomplish through regular channels. This path is practically everyone's only hope."

After hearing Yang Fei's words, the six leaders started clamoring.

"Yeah, who isn't living this way?"

"Damn, isn't that obvious? If there were other options, who the hell would want to come to this big desert?"

"Hurry, what's your plan? Our patience is limited."

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