Battlefield Contractor

"Colon 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 still don't understand the particularity of this force.

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

When General Quinn was still there, after all, someone could control them. But now that General Quinn is no longer there, Colonel Harold is now barely controlling them. It is already very remarkable to be able to avoid accidents.

If you really want to take over this force forcibly, I am afraid that even I will not be able to 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 military officers. I don't want you to stay here. Otherwise, I can't explain to the employer." Lin Rui shook his head. "So I advise you to go back early when you walk around here, and don't get into any trouble."

"It's lawless," a Moroccan officer shouted sharply. "Are these people so undisciplined?"

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

They are unorganized, undisciplined, and very lawless. Don’t forget that Western Sahara is a disputed area. It does not belong to Morocco or an independent country.

The law you mentioned is not here at all. Let alone military discipline. Lin Rui shook his head.

"But this army is a Moroccan army. It is the Moroccan army that assisted General Quinn to build up an army." Another officer frowned and said in a low voice.

Colonel Harold nodded, "It was originally. But I am afraid you don't know that after many supplements and reorganizations, the personnel structure of General Quinn's unit has undergone a fundamental change.

The original members of the Moroccan paramilitary organization have now left less than one-tenth. Instead, some local militants, most of them themselves lawless thugs and villains.

Before they joined, they were either local armed gangs that pretended to be a blessing, or simply thugs and robbers.

How can you expect them to obey orders? "

"How can this force consist of such a group of people? Is it possible that General Quinn's force 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 modest at all, you can just say it." Lin Rui sighed. "There is no alternative.

The population of Western Sahara is small, and you know how difficult it is to replenish troops in this place.

He has repeatedly requested that Morocco send more manpower in the past. However, he was repeatedly rejected, and the above asked him to solve the problem of the source of troops.

And how many ordinary people are willing to pick up guns and go desperately with terrorists? Only this group of desperadoes could rely on General Quinn.

But now it seems that at least they fought the war quite desperately. Of course, this group of people also has one of the biggest problems, that is, they don't buy anyone's account. "

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

"Gentlemen, I can make a bet with you. Don't say whether you can take over this troop, this group of people, even the headquarters door, will not let you in." Lin Rui shook his head.

"It's so arrogant. Let's pass now. I would like to see what these people can do to us." A Moroccan officer shouted sharply.

"Well, since you insist on it. Then please do it. Anyway, I don't want to accompany you to touch this nail.

When you meet yourself, you will know what happened. "Lin Rui smiled.

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

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

Those Moroccan officers took out their credentials and said, "Take a good look. We are officers of the Royal Moroccan Army."

"This is not a Royal Army. This thing doesn't work here. To get inside, you must have a temporary pass signed by General Quinn.

If not, you can only wait outside. "The sentry waved unceremoniously.

"What does this mean? Who told you to stop us?" The wretched Moroccan officer, feeling very shameless, could not help shouting loudly.

"Retreat." The sentry unceremoniously raised his gun. Then he pointed his finger at the warning line drawn on the ground.

"Retreat beyond 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 directly fire." The sentry held the gun coldly.

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

"We are not the rebels. Our commander was detained by you. From our point of view, someone wanted to rebel against us." A second lieutenant walked over.

"Are you an officer? Very well, we were sent by the Moroccan headquarters to take over your army. Take us to the headquarters." The Moroccan colonel looked at the ensign.

"Moroccan Command? Does it have anything to do with us?" The ensign shook his head, "I didn't let you in, just to protect you.

The people inside are not as reasonable as I am. The matter of your arrest of General Quinn has already spread.

Many people clamored to return to Morocco to rescue General Quinn. When you come in now, you are throwing yourself into the trap.

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

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

"Yes, go to General Quinn and let him order. I will let you in." The ensign officer didn't take them in at all.

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

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

Harold said, "General Quinn is no longer there. Now I am the highest commander here. I order you to let us in."

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

How can we let the enemy into our headquarters? This is ridiculous. "