Battlefield Contractor

General Harold frowned. "The matter with General Quinn is still inconclusive. He just went back to be investigated."

"The key is these people, what qualifications do they have to investigate the general? We are not a Moroccan army at all. There is no subordinate relationship between us and the Moroccan army.

Why should they take the general to investigate with a word, and why should they enter our headquarters with a word?

Colonel Harold, you should understand that I am still a more rational person. I stopped them from letting them in for the good of everyone.

Because I don't want more serious bloodshed after they entered. "The ensign on duty shook his head.

"But if you do this, General Quinn won't be able to come back. Listen to me, remove the guard post and let them in." Harold frowned.

"Captain Baoqian. Don't think your officer is older than me, but I have the final say here." The ensign didn't plan to give in at all.

A Moroccan officer couldn't help it anymore, and pointed to the ensign on the spot and shouted, "What rank are you? What position?"

"General Hassan's guard company, platoon leader." The ensign raised his head.

"It's just a platoon leader. To tell you the truth, we were ordered to take over your army.

From today, I am the highest officer of this force. You are a second lieutenant, don't you know how to salute when you see the chief? "The Moroccan officer shouted sharply.

"What did you say?" The ensign raised his head.

"I said we were ordered to take over this force. From now on, I will be the highest commander of this force." The Moroccan officer took out his transfer order.

The second lieutenant took a look, suddenly sneered, and waved, "Grab them all."

A few soldiers swarmed up and held these Moroccan officers together with Harold.

"What do you mean? You have seen the order. This is an official order from the Moroccan General Command." The Moroccan officer shouted sharply, "What qualifications do you have to arrest us? Are you trying to rebel?"

The second lieutenant shook his head, "You are the one who rebels. Do you know in what name I arrested you? Kidnapped our commander and plotted a rebellion.

It's useless if you deny it. The order you took out is hard evidence. We have never had any subordinate relationship with Morocco?

With the transfer order from Morocco, you want to take over the command of our troops. So I can only arrest you in the name of conspiracy and rebellion.

As for whether what you said is true, we will send someone to General Quinn. If he confirms this statement, we will release you again.

If there is no confirmation from him, then one of you group will count as one, and you will all be shot. "

These Moroccan officers, along with Harold, were all disarmed and sturdy.

"Colonel Harold, what is going on?" the Moroccan officer asked.

"I told you not to take out that **** document. When you said that you want to take over the command, do you think someone here really buys your account?" Harold said angrily.

"Colonel, what are they going to do with us? Are they going to lock us up? Where to go?" Another Moroccan officer asked worriedly.

"It shouldn't be possible to do it directly with us. But you were too reckless just now, and you were arrogant. I told you a long time ago that you must be patient with this group of people.

People like them can't be used to being lawless, and when that happens, they will directly say that you are terrorists and will pull you out and die.

Do you think Morocco can still hold them accountable? Not even a fart can be held accountable. This time, even I was hurt by you. Harold shook his head.

The Moroccan officers looked at each other, and none of them thought that things would develop to such a degree.

At the headquarters, Lin Rui was sitting there drinking tea.

The actuary came in and reported, "These people are all detained, including Harold."

Lin Rui smiled and nodded, "This is the best way, Harold is with them. They have nothing to blame."

"Let them suffer a little bit first. Also let them know that they can't control this unit at all. But I think it's better not to cause trouble." Actuary Maeki whispered.

Lin Rui nodded, "Harold assured me that I believe he has a sense of measure on this point. Let them toss first, and we will go there in the evening."

The actuary nodded Shishi.

These Moroccan officers and. Harold was locked up in a cell in the camp.

This cell is quite simple and low. Where did these Moroccan officers pass through this battle?

They were all in new military uniforms and their leather shoes were shiny.

No matter how soon he came, he was put in a cell.

"Where is this place?" The Moroccan officer looked around helplessly, "Are they going to lock us up?"

"This is the place originally used to detain terrorists. Although it is very simple, but our conditions are limited, we can only do this.

In addition, if I were you, I would be happy to be locked up. And I hope they will not take us out in the next few days. Harold sighed.

"Colonel Harold, what do you mean?" The Moroccan officer was a little annoyed. "These people are your subordinates, can't you control them at all?"

"You are still a commander appointed by the Moroccan headquarters, so can you command them?" Harold retorted.

"This, our situation is different." The Moroccan officer was a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing different. I told you already. No one can command this force except General Quinn himself.

But you don't believe in evil, thinking that they will obediently submit to that order. This time I was killed by you. Harold sighed.

"Colon Harold, why did you just say that you want to be locked up here?" another officer asked in a low voice.

"Because people who are locked up in this place usually only go to two places. One of them is the interrogation room and the other is the execution ground.

I don't want to go to either place. It's best if they keep me here for a while. Harold sighed.

When they were talking, there was a sudden gunshot in the distance.

The Moroccan officer asked strangely, "Is this a shooting training ground?"

"It's not a shooting training ground. I told you just now. The execution ground is not far away. The sound you just heard is not because you are training shooting.

They are shooting terrorists. In other cells here, some terrorists are still being held, and some of them will be shot in short intervals. "Harold looked at him.