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Cannes.

The second largest city in the country.

A sacred place that the Push people defend to the death.

At first glance it sounds like a big city, but in fact, it only has a population of 200,000.

If it weren't for the preservation of some ancient buildings, no one would think that this place resembles a poor township in northwest China. It has a glorious history and has been the capital for hundreds of years.

under night.

A blazing bonfire was lit in the square in the center of the city.

Dozens of girls, wearing national costumes that wrap their heads and faces, held hands and danced around the bonfire, while some men played with national instruments, played and sang.

The grand celebration ceremony is only for the most distinguished guests.

This distinguished guest is Chen Hao.

Chen Hao rescued Massoud, the leader of the largest force of the Push tribe, and Masoud's beloved daughter Aisiya.

To the north of the square, there is a large ancient building surrounded by stone walls, which is the palace of the Durrani dynasty.

Today the palace is the private residence of the Massoud family.

The platform above the main entrance of the palace is similar to an auditorium. There are more than ten tables arranged neatly. Only the elders of the tribe are qualified to sit at the tables.

The big boss Masoud is sitting in the play, his daughter Althea is waiting on her father, and Chen Hao is sitting at the table on the left.

Masoud frequently toasted to Chen Hao. Both of them spoke fluent English and chatted happily, as if they were old friends for many years.

After toasting with Chen Hao again, Masoud glanced at his daughter, who was still wearing a black scarf, and asked Chen Hao with a dry smile, "When do you want to get married to your little daughter?"

"This……"

Chen Hao hesitated.

"I think you two should get married as soon as possible, otherwise there will be gossip. Our family is the descendant of the prophet and a role model for the entire tribe. We must strictly abide by some rules."

After Masoud finished speaking, he stared at Chen Hao with a smile.

Chen Hao smiled and said nothing.

"Don't have any worries. After marrying Althea, she will not be jealous. This... I can assure you that if she fails to do it, it will be against etiquette. You don't need to care about my feelings and you can deal with her as you like. !”

Masud's words made Chen Hao dumbfounded even more.

Althea lowered her head. On the way back to Cannes, she had accepted Chen Hao and regarded Chen Hao as her future husband.

Mysterious, handsome, and powerful.

It's not bad to marry such a man.

"To be honest, I have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders and must rush back to the country as soon as possible." Chen Hao looked at Althea as he spoke.

Althea is extremely beautiful.

In ancient times, it was definitely the kind of disaster that prevented kings from going to court early.

Of course Chen Hao would be happy to have sex with such a beauty and get to know her in depth, but he would get married within two days of knowing her.

Chen Hao, who has lived in two lifetimes, has never been so careless.

"If you are in such a hurry, then the wedding will be held tomorrow." Massoud made the decision with a smile, it was purely a forced marriage.

Next to her, Althea, who had her head lowered, couldn't help but observe Chen Hao from the corner of her eye, a little worried that Chen Hao would regret it.

"This...I..."

Chen Hao was speechless.

At this moment, a man wearing a black robe and a leather belt around his waist ran up and walked quickly behind Masoud, bowed down respectfully and whispered a few words.

Masud frowned and thought for a few seconds, then slowly said: "Let them in."

The man touched his chest, took a few steps back, turned around and left. This man was named Varnar, and he was in charge of the black-clad guards.

The Black Guards are the most elite combat force around Masud and are only loyal to Masud.

"The Khazar men are coming."

Masoud told Chen Hao the truth.

"Hazar..."

Chen Hao murmured.

He knew something about this person, the leader of the Northern Alliance of Afghanistan, who advocated cooperation with the M people and was hostile to the Push people.

The previous shelling incident was caused by the soldiers trained by Hazare, who tried to kill Masoud with several mortars.

The crowd watching the performance in the square was separated, and five domineering military Hummer off-road vehicles slowly drove into the square.

Five cars stopped in front of the palace's main entrance, and a dozen people got out.

At the checkpoint entering the city, the guns of these people had been confiscated. At this time, each of them was bare-handed, but showed no fear.

"Among the people you captured, there is Burhan, the nephew of the Khazar leader. Please give Burhan to me and let me take him back."

The bearded man who took the lead looked up proudly at Massoud, who was sitting on the viewing platform above the main entrance of the palace.

"Your people assassinated me and my daughter, and now they have the guts to come and demand my life!" Masoud was angry.

"Big boss, if Burhan dies, the consequences will be disastrous. I hope you will think twice." The bearded man's words were threatening.

"Hazare thinks he can do whatever he wants with the support of the people of country M? Go back and tell him that his nephew has been hanged. In this country, no matter who colludes with the invaders, there will be no good end!"

Masood's sonorous voice echoed.

Nearly 10,000 people gathered in the square collectively bowed towards Masoud, who was above him, and bowed their chests to express their inner respect.

Masoud walked to the crenel on the edge of the high platform, showed imperial majesty, slowly raised his hands, and said loudly: "God will give us strength to accomplish our great goal and make this country glorious again."

"Masud, God will not bless you because you will die soon." The bearded man smiled grimly.

A dozen people behind him suddenly ran towards the dense crowd around him, and then detonated the bombs implanted in their bodies.

Continuous violent explosions hit the dense crowd, and blood, flesh, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere.

The square and surrounding buildings also trembled.

The superior Masoud was shocked, while a member of the black guard standing not far away gritted his teeth and suddenly pressed the detonator in his hand.

boom!

Another bang.

An explosion occurred on the high platform where important people were standing.

This is almost the last straw that breaks people's psychological endurance.

Thousands of people fled in all directions, pulling and trampling each other. The tragedy after the explosion was even more heart-wrenching and tragic.

At the viewing platform above the main entrance of the palace, the diffuse smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a messy scene with dozens of people staggering around.

Those who were not dead were wailing and writhing.

The high-ranking tribal figures are no different from ordinary people in danger at this moment. They are vulnerable, helpless, and afraid.

Varnar, the leader of the black-clad guards, and more than a hundred people, rushed up in a hurry and were stunned by the sight before him.

"Big boss..."

Varnar caught a glimpse of Masud, who was leaning on the crenel with most of his body on the edge of the crenel and about to fall. He ran over desperately and pulled him down.

Masoud's back was bloody and bloody.

Not far away, Chen Hao slowly straightened up, and the body bricks pressing down on his back rolled down. He spat out the sandy saliva and patted the dust off the clothes on his head.

Althea was pinned down by Chen Hao.

At the moment of the explosion, Masoud was far away from Chen Hao.

Chen Hao was too late to save Masoud and Aisiya at the same time.

When Aisiya saw a group of people surrounding the place where her father had stood before, she realized what was happening and rushed over regardless.

"Father!"

Althea threw herself on her father.

Massoud had already picked up his plate.

Althea burst into tears.

Chen Hao turned around, looked at the heartbroken Aishwarya, and sighed with self-blame. Just now, he was wondering whether he should marry Aishwarya immediately, but he was not vigilant enough to prevent the tragedy from happening.

Massoud is dead.

Most of the senators loyal to Masud also died.

The largest force of the Push ethnic group, which is in a power vacuum, may suffer from internal strife, civil strife, or even split due to the struggle for power.

Chen Hao, who wanted to leave as soon as possible, decided to stay when he saw Althea crying on Masoud.