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"Colonel Harold, are you threatening us?" a Moroccan officer asked.

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood. Colonel Harold is trying his best to maintain the current situation. I'm afraid you don't understand the particularity of this unit.

This unit has been fighting the most vicious terrorists in recent years. They have gone through countless difficult situations, which have led to their very tough style.

When General Quinn was still around, someone could take care of them after all. But now that General Quin was gone, Colonel Harold was barely in control of them. To be able to do it without incident is amazing.

If you really want to forcibly take over this unit, I'm afraid even I can't protect you. "Lin Rui shook his head.

"Mr. Rick, we all understand what you said. But we have orders." The officer said helplessly.

"I know you have orders. But I also have difficulties. You are Moroccan officers. I don't want you to leave your orders here. Otherwise, I can't explain to the employer." Lin Rui shook his head. "So I advise you to go back early after walking around here, and don't cause any trouble."

"Just lawless," snapped a Moroccan officer. "Are these people so undisciplined?"

"Gentlemen, I'm afraid you have been in the government army for a long time. You don't know what the local armed forces are.

They are unorganized and undisciplined, and very lawless. Don't forget that Western Sahara is a disputed area, neither Morocco nor an independent country.

There is no law here at all. Not to mention military discipline. "Lin Rui shook his head.

"But this unit is a Moroccan unit. It is an armed force built by the Moroccan military with the assistance of General Quin." Another officer frowned and whispered.

Colonel Harold nodded, "It was originally. But I'm afraid you don't know that General Quin's army has undergone many additions and reorganizations, and the personnel structure has already undergone fundamental changes.

The original members of the Moroccan paramilitary organization are now less than one tenth. Instead, there are some local militants, most of whom are themselves lawless thugs, villains.

Before they joined, they were either local armed gangs threatening or simply being thugs and robbers.

How can you expect them to obey orders? "

"How could this unit be composed of such a group of people? Could it be that General Quin's unit has now become a group..." The Moroccan officer said in surprise.

"A group of desperadoes. This is a true evaluation of them. You don't need to be humble at all, you can say it directly." Lin Rui sighed. "It's also impossible.

The population of Western Sahara is not large, and you know how difficult it is to replenish troops in this area.

He has asked many times in the past for additional staff from Morocco. But he was repeatedly refused, and the above asked him to solve the problem of the source of troops by himself.

And how many ordinary people are willing to pick up guns and fight the terrorists desperately? The only people General Quin could rely on were these outlaws.

But now it seems that at least they are fighting very hard. Of course, this group of people also has a biggest problem, that is, no one buys it. "

"Anyway? Since we have received the order, we must take over the entire force." The Moroccan officer shook his head.

"Gentlemen, I can make a bet with you. Don't say whether you can take over this unit. These people, even the headquarters gate, won't let you in." Lin Rui shook his head.

"It's so arrogant, let's go over now. I want to see what these people can do to us." A Moroccan officer shouted sharply.

"Okay, if you insist. Then please do as you please. Anyway, I don't want to accompany you to touch this nail.

When you meet your own blood, you'll know what's going on. "Lin Rui smiled.

The Moroccan officers, accompanied by Harold, all the way to the headquarters of General Quinn's troops.

Not to mention the headquarters, they were stopped by the guards on duty outside the barracks. "Who are you? This is a military center. Anyone who wants to enter must show their documents and register for instructions."

Those Moroccan officers took out their documents, "Take a good look, we are officers of the Royal Moroccan Army."

"This isn't some Royal Army, this stuff doesn't work here. To get inside, you have to have a temporary pass signed by General Quin.

If not, just wait outside. "The sentinel waved his hand unceremoniously.

"What does this mean? Who told you to stop us?" The vulgar Moroccan officer, feeling very shameless, couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Back up." The sentinel raised the gun in his hand unceremoniously. Then he pointed to the warning line drawn on the ground.

"Back out of the cordon. The first time I can warn you. The second time is to fire a warning shot. There is no third time, because the third time we will fire directly." The sentry held his gun coldly.

"Do you want to rebel?" the Moroccan officer snapped.

"It's not us who rebelled. Our commander was detained by you. In our opinion, someone wanted to rebel against us." A second lieutenant came over.

"Are you an officer? Very well, we were sent by the Moroccan command to take over your unit. Take us to the command." Colonel Morocco looked at the second lieutenant and said.

"Morocco Command? Does it have anything to do with us?" The second lieutenant shook his head, "I didn't let you in because I wanted to protect you.

The people inside are not as sensible as I am. The news of your arrest of General Quin has been widely spread.

Many people are clamoring to fight back to Morocco~www.readwn.com~ to rescue General Quin. When you come in now, you are throwing yourself into the trap.

The only way to keep you from being killed is to keep you out and avoid contact with the people inside. "

"But what if we have to go in?" one of the officers snapped.

"Okay, go to General Quin and ask him to order. I'll let you in." The lieutenant officer didn't take them seriously at all.

These Moroccan officers had no choice but to turn their heads and put pressure on Harold.

"Colonel Harold, what do you think of this?"

Harold said, "General Quinn is gone, and now I am the supreme commander here. I order you to let us in."

The sentry saluted Harold, "Colonel, you can go in, but they can't. They've got General Quinn, our enemy.

How could we possibly allow the enemy to enter our command? This is ridiculous. "