Battlefield Contractor

"We should make a decision." General Quinn couldn't help but said, "We can no longer wait here. Morocco and the People's Front of Western Sahara are hesitant, if we are here too. How can we fight this battle?

It is better to start with us and use our strength to drive the entire battle. If we can quickly win Dahayo, then their pressure will be reduced, and if we have an advantage here, they will not hesitate to play. "

"I object." Lin Rui shook his head. "The reason I have said before is very clear. We cannot drive the situation, we can only make choices according to the situation.

In fact, General Quinn, you also know very well that our current strength is not as good as that of the Popular Front of Western Sahara, and even less than that of Morocco. "

"So here, if we win, it will have a great incentive for them." General Quinn explained anxiously.

"General Quinn, although I really don't want to say that. But in fact, your existence is precisely what both of them are afraid of.

If you actually win, it will stimulate them to make a choice against you. do you understand me? So we can only follow the trend..." Lin Rui shook his head resolutely.

"What does it mean to stimulate them to make a choice against us?" General Quinn asked sharply, "You mean our victory is a vicious stimulus to them, not a benign one?"

"In fact, this is the case. Whether for Morocco or the People's Front of Western Sahara, the status of the existence of local warlords like you is very embarrassing.

On the one hand, they need to win you over, and on the other, they will never allow you to continue to grow bigger. If you get the advantage first, it will only stimulate them to leave the battlefield.

At that time, you will be trapped and will never be able to withdraw. Thousands of us will all be thrown here. "Lin Rui said sharply.

"Let me say a few words." General Hassan stood up and said, "I can't believe in the Moroccans, and the People's Front of Western Sahara. But the current situation, if you delay it, I don't think it is appropriate."

"You also advocate raiding Dahayo now?" Lin Rui looked at him.

"This kind of mutual distrust cannot last forever. One party has to make a gesture first. If they are still hesitant to wait and see, then I will make the gesture first." Hassan nodded. "Mr. Rick, I know the risks involved. But I am different from you. I am a Western Saharan. There are some things that must be done."

Lin Rui was silent for a while, "I only need half an hour. Wait another half an hour, if there is no result. I will personally lead the team on the road with you."

"But every second counts now...Mr. Rick!" General Quinn gritted his teeth.

"You have to wait another half an hour. If you believe me, follow my requirements. If you don't believe me, our cooperation will end from now on.

I don't work for an employer who doesn't trust me. If you want me to help you, first you have to believe me. "Lin Rui looked at him calmly.

"Well, I believe you." General Quinn said helplessly.

In fact, they did not wait for half an hour. In more than twenty minutes, the actuary sent a message back to Kishi.

The message is very simple, with only one word-"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw? We have spent so much time in such a big circle and waited for such a news. There is still half the way, if we start to march now, we can reach Hayo in three or four hours at most and launch an offensive. . Now say give up?" General Quinn looked at Lin Rui in disbelief.

"If you don't give up, you will die." Lin Rui whispered. "Jiangan, the actuary, although only sent back one word. But our intelligence team later attached a complete report.

The Western Sahara People’s Political Line has begun to withdraw, and as the main force of this operation, the Moroccan army is one step ahead of them.

There is no pressure in front of the enemy, and they can launch large-scale reinforcements to Dahayo at any time.

It can also be flanked behind us. Once such a situation is formed, our team of thousands will not last for a few hours.

So now there is no other choice, we must withdraw. "Lin Rui said firmly.

"Bang!" General Hassan smashed the kettle in his hand to the ground. Turning his head, he whispered, "Let's go. It doesn't make sense to stick to it."

Looking at the information that just came, General Quinn sighed in disappointment and ordered the troops to retreat.

During this retreat, the officers in the command headquarters said nothing.

Hassan sat in his command car, turned his head to look outside, and was silent for a long time.

"Anything you want to say?" Lin Rui patted him on the shoulder.

Hassan didn't turn his head, watched the smoke billowing outside the car window, and whispered. "I'm desperate. In fact, you know me and rarely say despair.

In the eyes of many people, I, Hassan, is nothing more than a turf, a warlord, who fell to Morocco for a while for my own territory, and then fell to the People’s Front of Western Sahara.

In the eyes of many people, I, Hassan, is just a shameless person. There is no shame to speak of. For immediate benefit, I can sell anything or people. "

"But they misunderstood you. Otherwise, you won't be so sad. If you are just a warlord who is only profitable. You must be happy to have effectively preserved your strength, and you will never be so sad." Lin Rui sighed. I bit a cigar in my mouth.

"You are right. But a person has many identities. I am a warlord, but at the same time I am also a Western Saharan.

I did turn to the People’s Front of Western Sahara for a while, and then to the Moroccans. But so what?

They were fighting for the sovereignty of Western Sahara, but they never asked what would the real Western Saharan think?

I don't want to go on like this forever, I don't want Western Sahara, because they become torn apart. That huge separation wall is like a scar that cannot be erased in the hearts of every Western Saharan. "This slick Hassan actually really cried.

He was like a child, leaning on the back seat of the car and crying.

"I was born here and I love here. But this is not my home country. No one even admits that this is a country. I hope I can do something to change this situation.

But everyone regards me as a warlord. No one thinks that a warlord can also be patriotic. Whether the Moroccans or the Popular Front of Western Sahara, they fight each other.

They all regard me as a target for use, as cannon fodder that can be sacrificed. But I never thought about how I let them stop fighting and build a country on this piece of land that belongs to our ancestors.

This has always been my dream, but today this dream woke up. When they learned that we were about to attack Dahayo, they decisively abandoned us.

My dream is also broken, broken so thoroughly. But I didn't have the anger of being betrayed. More is just the sorrow from the heart. "Hassan leaned back in his chair, tears, without any disguise.