Battlefield Contractor

In the outskirts of Odalat, a small convoy of five vehicles is driving. The people in the car were French, and they were all members of the mediation delegation for the conflict in Western Sahara.

"Gentlemen, what do you think?" one of the middle-aged people asked, "Now they both agree to a temporary ceasefire, which is a very good ending for us. I think that after the ceasefire between the two sides, this area will be able to stabilize for a while. Up."

"That's just your opinion." Another gray-haired old man in his 50s slowly took off his glasses. "I think it's the opposite. This time, the easier they promised, the more it means that there will be greater wars."

"But why? They have already agreed to a ceasefire." The middle-aged man frowned.

"If a ceasefire is truly agreed, and if both of them plan to ceasefire for a long time, it will not be so simple. Because they must resolve the problem through negotiation, and the negotiation must have bargaining chips.

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

Just like two businessmen, they will desperately say that their things are good and cheap. Hope that others will buy their own. And will not give each other humility. "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, of which 20 years, I have been serving as an adviser on conflict issues in Africa. So I tell you very seriously. At present, both of them have expressed their acceptance of the temporary ceasefire.

But actually. They are all secretly accumulating energy to prepare for the next more serious conflict. You saw it in Odalat just now.

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

Not to mention the Orumi Federation Forces. The designation of the joint counter-terrorism force that this unit is still in use. But in fact, it has long been out of the scope of anti-terrorism forces.

Take a look at their equipment and configuration. Where is the regiment-level counter-terrorism force that operates in a small area? It is basically a semi-mechanized field division equipped with armored vehicles. "The gray-haired old man sighed.

"Mr. Victor, you mean that they agreed to a temporary ceasefire, they are all buying time for themselves." The middle-aged man was surprised.

"It's nothing surprising. It's just a means of normal delay. What really worries me is that their military strength and what they claim on the surface have changed qualitatively.

And behind this qualitative change may be a long-term insecurity factor. "The old man whispered, "These situations must be written in a memo and all 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 the convoy in front was in chaos, a wretched car stopped, and the cars behind were forced to stop. "What the **** is going on?" the team guard asked loudly.

"There was a group of soldiers who said it was a routine inspection. But they refused to reveal their identities and couldn't see where they were." The guard of the car in front turned and explained. "Our people are trying to explain to them."

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

But he hadn't finished speaking, gunshots and screams in front of him were everywhere. A group of soldiers wearing desert camouflage uniforms had already opened fire on their convoy. Several team guards were knocked down before they had time to react.

"Encountered a surprise attack..." Before the captain of the guard had finished speaking, he was shot headshot and fell on the front of the car, blood splattered everywhere.

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

They are not holding ordinary AK47s, but new AK200 assault rifles. The Picatinny rail is equipped with a sight and a laser target indicator. Nor can it be equipped by local militants.

This group of people was cold and silent, and each car checked over. Call out everyone and gather them together.

"You can't do this, we..." Before the middle-aged man had time to argue, one of the soldiers lifted his knee and hit his abdomen severely. Then he collapsed to the ground.

"Everyone is here to gather." One of the soldiers roared.

One of the crowd seemed to be a local guide, planning to escape in the chaos. Several soldiers around did not hesitate to shoot him down. A soldier walked over and checked, and found that the guide was still alive, and put another shot in his head.

Not only this guide, but also the previous team guards. Some were shot dead on the spot, some were seriously injured but not dead. All these active convoy guards were shot dead directly. The **** scene made many delegation members afraid to open their eyes.

"According to the check on the list, no one is missing."

One of the armed soldiers came over. Holding a list in his hand. Check each person's name and looks one by one.

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

But the other party didn't mean to communicate with him at all, just walked in front of him and looked at the list by the way. To confirm whether Victor and the person on the list are the same person.

After doing all this, the soldier walked up to another militant and said a few words in a low voice. "Everyone is here. Including the one that was killed before, it should be their temporary guide. His name is not on the list.

The number on this list is 20. Adding all the delegation members, the team guard and the guide, there are 21 people in total. Everyone is here. "

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

There was a burst of gunfire like fried beans, accompanied by the sharp impact of the shells falling on the ground, and the entire delegation fell into a pool of blood, without a lifetime.

The militants made a gesture, and everyone immediately turned to retreat and walked cleanly within a few minutes.