The adjutant said helplessly, "Commander, although they are here to fight, you should know that they themselves don't like fighting hard battles!"
Saying that, the adjutant added, "Our Wan Long Temple's grassroots soldiers are all mercenaries in the purest sense of the word, they train and fight for their lives desperately just to earn more money to enjoy their lives, otherwise, who do you think would be willing to risk so much to run out and do this kind of work?"
Chen Zhonglei was speechless for a moment.
He was well aware of the current situation of the Ten Thousand Dragons Hall.
Although it was true that the Hall of Ten Thousand Dragons had four great war kings as well as hundreds of starred war generals, the tens of thousands of ordinary officers and soldiers of the Hall of Ten Thousand Dragons had joined the Hall of Ten Thousand Dragons almost exclusively for the sake of profit.
These mercenaries, who had no loyalty to the Ten Thousand Dragon Hall, all just felt that the income, size and popularity of the organisation was good, so they chose to work for the Ten Thousand Gods Hall.
Therefore, this group of people would not endure humiliation and forge ahead for the future of the Ten Thousand Dragons Hall.
All they cared about was themselves.
At this point, his adjutant added: "Also the accommodation piece is actually understandable, think about it, we don't know how long this siege is going to last, three or five days, or ten and a half days everyone should still be able to accept it, grit their teeth and get through it in their tents, even if the power supply problem can't be solved, but if this kind of day is going to last for two or three months or even longer, then everyone is definitely not willing to live in their tents for these months"
At this point, the adjutant reminded, "Commander, the summer in Syria will soon be here, when the daytime temperature can easily be 37 or 38 degrees or even 40 degrees, people will not be able to withstand living in tents"
This comment from the adjutant made Chen Zhonglei feel extremely stressed.
He could purchase food from Israel, whether it was steak or vegetables and milk, Israel could provide a steady supply, it was only a matter of spending a million dollars a day more.
However, the modular housing is a real problem.
It is not only more complicated to build and has more features, but the manufacturing cost is also geometrically higher.
If you want to have 15,000 people living in this kind of house and a stable power supply, the cost would be at least several tens of millions of dollars.
Thinking of this, Chen Zhonglei was so helpless that he could only tell his adjutant, "Go back and tell them to be patient, after the 5th of April, perhaps the temple master will come to Syria personally to solve these problems, in that case, everyone will only need to hold on for another week or so at most!"
Chen Zhonglei moved Wan Bajun to temporarily put off the group's demands, but he had been torn over this in his heart.
For him, he didn't want this matter to be settled by Wan Breaking Army in the end, because then it would mean that he had failed extremely completely in Syria.
So, in his heart, he still hoped that he could find a way to solve the problem in Syria himself.
In this way, he could also preserve his position as war king.
When the adjutant heard this, he could not help but say with some concern, "Commander, does this matter have to be resolved by the Lord of the Palace himself? That would really be somewhat detrimental to us!"
Chen Zhonglei said annoyedly, "If we don't have a good solution for Hamid, then even if I don't want the Hall Master to come over, the Hall Master won't take care of me then!"
Just as he finished speaking, the commander of the government army hurriedly came in and said out of the blue, "Chen, Hamid has sent me a message, he wants to make peace!