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On the outskirts of Odarat, a small convoy of five vehicles was driving. The people in the car are French, and they are all members of the mediation delegation for the conflict in the Western Sahara region.

"What do you think, gentlemen?" one of the middle-aged men asked. "Now they both agree to a temporary ceasefire, which is a good ending for us. I guess after the ceasefire, the area can be stabilized for a while. already."

"That's just your opinion." Another gray-haired man in his 50s slowly took off his glasses. "I think it's the exact opposite. This time, the more happy they promised, the more it showed that there would be a bigger war to come."

"But why? They have all agreed to ceasefire." The middle-aged man said with a frown.

"If there is a real commitment to a ceasefire, and if both of them are going to have a long ceasefire. It won't be so straightforward. Because they have to negotiate to solve the problem, and the negotiation has to have bargaining chips.

If this is the case, both of them will appear to be very resistant to negotiation. The other is to exaggerate how much advantage they have in this conflict.

Just like two people who do business, they will try their best to say that their products are good and the price is cheap. Hope others will buy theirs. rather than humbling each other. "The old man sighed.

"Mr. Victor, what do you mean?" the middle-aged man looked at the old man and asked.

"I have served France for 33 years, including more than 20 years, as an adviser on conflict issues in Africa. So I tell you very seriously. At present, both sides have expressed their acceptance of a temporary ceasefire.

But actually. They are all secretly accumulating energy, preparing for the next more serious conflict. Just now in Odarat, you saw it too.

Those militia troops, where are some of the militia troops? They are simply more regular than regular army. Not only have heavy machine guns and individual anti-tank equipment. There are even formed artillery and engineering units.

Not to mention the Oromi Federal Army. The designation of the Joint Counter-Terrorism Unit, which is still ostensibly used by this unit. But in fact, it has long since been out of the scope of the anti-terrorist force.

You look at their equipment and configuration, where is the regiment-level anti-terrorist unit fighting in small areas? Basically a semi-mechanized field division equipped with armored vehicles. ' the gray-haired old man sighed.

"Mr. Victor, you're saying that they agreed to a temporary ceasefire, all to buy time for themselves." The middle-aged man said in surprise.

"It's no surprise. It's just normal delaying. What really worries me is that there has been a qualitative change in their military strength and what they ostensibly claim.

And behind this qualitative change, I am afraid, will be a long-term unsafe factor. "The old man whispered, "These situations must be written into the memorandum and reported.

The development of the current situation is likely to make us have to re-evaluate the situation in Western Sahara. "

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man nodded.

Suddenly there was chaos in the convoy in front, a wretched car stopped, and all the cars behind were forced to stop. "What the **** is going on?" the convoy's guard asked loudly.

"There is a group of soldiers who say it's a routine inspection. But they won't reveal their identities, and they can't tell where they are." The guard in the front car turned around and explained. "Our people are trying to explain to them."

"Tell them that this is the vehicle of the French delegation. It was authorized by the Peace and Security Council of the African Union to enter this area for conflict mediation." The captain of the convoy pointed to the tricolor flag on the front of the car and said loudly.

But before he could finish his words, there were gunshots and screams ahead. A group of fighters in desert camouflage combat uniforms had already opened fire on their convoy. Several convoy guards were knocked down one after another before they could react.

"Encountered an attack..." Before the captain of the guard could finish speaking, he was shot in the head and fell on the front of the car, blood splattered everywhere.

This group of fighters who launched the attack all wore gray-yellow desert combat uniforms and helmets with lightweight communication modules on their heads. Such combat uniforms and combat helmets are not capable of being distributed by any military organization in the Western Sahara region.

What they are holding is not the ordinary AK47, but the new AK200 assault rifle. A scope and laser target designator are mounted on the Picatinny rail. It is also not available to local militants.

The group was ruthless and silent, and every car checked past. Call all the people out and gather them together.

"You can't do this, we..." Before the middle-aged man could argue, one of the soldiers raised his knee and slammed it into his stomach. Then fell to the ground.

"Everyone come here to assemble," one of the soldiers shouted loudly.

One of the crowd appeared to be a local guide, planning to run away in the chaos. Several soldiers around shot him without hesitation. One of the soldiers went over and checked, and found that the guide was not dead, and shot him in the head again.

Not only this guide, but also the previous convoy guards. Some were shot dead on the spot, while others survived serious injuries. All these convoy guards who were still active were directly shot dead. The **** scene made many members of the delegation dare not open their eyes.

"According to the investigation on the list, there can be no less than one."

One of the armed soldiers came over. Holding a list in hand. Check each person's name and appearance against each other.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?" The old man named Victor should be the head of the French delegation~www.readwn.com~ He seemed calmer than the others.

But the other party didn't mean to communicate with him at all, he just walked past him and looked at the list by the way. to confirm that Victor and the person on the list are the same person.

After doing all this, the soldier walked up to another militant and whispered a few words. "Everyone is there. Including the one who was killed before, it should be the guide they were looking for temporarily. His name is not on the list.

The number on this list is 20, adding up all the delegation members, the convoy **** and the guide, there are 21 people in total. All are here. "

The militant patted the AK200 assault rifle in his hand, then turned around and made a gesture to them, making a gesture with his hand around his neck.

A burst of gunshots like fried beans, accompanied by the crisp impact of bullet casings falling on the ground, the entire delegation fell into a pool of blood, and no one survived.

The militants made a gesture, and everyone immediately turned around and retreated, walking cleanly within a few minutes.