Crossing A Small Country And Developing GDP To The First Place

Three days later.

The calendar tore off three more pages and turned to December 6th.

Republic of Burkina, Vidal Region.

Niger City.

The junction of areas controlled by government armed forces and areas controlled by anti-government armed forces.

Winter nights always last longer, and the clock on the wall has ticked to 7:30, but the sun, like a shy lady, refuses to show its face.

“Tick tock, tick tock…”

The second hand urged the minute hand, and after walking forward for another 20 minutes, the sky finally began to turn white, like a fish turning out of its belly.

“Tick tock, tick tock…”

The minute hand continues to move forward, pushing the hour hand to point at 8 o’clock.

Just as the morning sun had just risen, the city of Nidega, which had experienced a long night, was preparing to welcome the light.

“Whoosh whoosh-boom!”

Sharp sounds pierced the sky one after another, and finally turned into earth-shaking loud noises, waking up everyone who was still sleeping in their dreams.

What happened! ?

The people who were frightened and woke up opened the door with a confused look on their faces and came outside wearing their clothes.

Then, they saw a scene that they would never forget in their lifetime——

One shell after another roared in and landed in every corner of the city. The deafening explosions kicked up dust all over the sky.

Black smoke slowly rose from the ruins, covering the entire sky, plunging the city that was about to usher in light into darkness again!

At this moment, both the elderly and children understood what was happening.

That is–

War is coming!

…

Dugagu, Presidential Palace.

“Ta-ta-ta-”

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The sound of hurried footsteps and the subsequent knock on the door instantly broke the tranquility of the Presidential Palace and destroyed Sankara’s dream.

“What happened?”

Sankara, who had just fallen asleep but was forcibly awakened from his sleep, was still a little angry and looked very ugly.

“President, I just received an emergency telegram from the Niger government. The anti-government armed forces, the Alliance for National Liberation and Progress, launched a surprise attack on Niger half an hour ago and may have already entered the city.”

Defense Minister Katele handed a telegram to Sankara and reported to Sankara with a solemn face.

“!?”

Carteret’s words were like the north wind in the cold winter, directly waking up Sankara, who was still a little confused, and the sleepiness on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Sankara took the telegram, lowered his head, and imprinted every word on it into his mind at the speed of one glance.

After a few seconds, Sankara raised his head and asked:

“What about our troops stationed near Niger? Why did the city government of Niger send us the news at the first time?”

“I don’t know. We have been calling since we got the news, but we still haven’t contacted the Vidal Brigade.”

Carteret shook his head, and then expressed his guess:

“Either they were defeated by the rebels at the beginning, or they have collectively surrendered and rebelled!”

“…”

Upon hearing Catele’s speculation, the corner of Sankara’s mouth twitched. He crumpled the telegram in his hand with some irritability and said:

“I would rather they surrendered and rebelled en masse!”

Although “mass surrender mutiny” may seem serious.

But “the Nigera Brigade was defeated at the beginning” was actually more serious and more frightening.

Because this shows that the FNL, which is the abbreviation of the “Alliance for National Liberation and Progress”, is powerful enough in terms of military strength to crush a regular army of about 7,000 people.

“call–”

Sankara took a deep breath and ordered:

“Immediately summon all senior military officials to the conference room of the Ministry of National Defense for a meeting!”

“Yes, President!”

Katle saluted Sankara, then immediately turned and left.

…

Nigeria, urban area.

Fierce firefights resounded in every street of the city.

However, those who exchanged fire with the anti-government armed forces were not soldiers in military uniforms, but armed police units in black police uniforms.

With only light weapons and a small number of heavy weapons, they are relying on the terrain to resist the attack of anti-government militants with difficulty.

Nigeria Police Headquarters.

Police officers wearing various civilian clothes, either driving or on foot, wereThey came from all directions and ran all the way to the police station.

At the same time, a group of police officers who had just put on their equipment passed by the hurriedly arriving police officers. They got into police cars and drove towards the war zone.

Inside the police station.

“Have you not contacted the Vidal Brigade yet?”

A gray-haired old policeman asked loudly and anxiously.

“Director, we have used all the communication methods we can think of, but we can’t contact the Vidal Brigade. It’s like they have disappeared from the world!”

A young policeman who was dialing the phone continuously answered.

“boom!”

Upon hearing this answer, the old policeman known as the Chief punched the table with his fist, making a heavy sound, and then said with an angry look on his face:

“These damn bastards usually charge so much money from us, and I don’t treat them badly during the New Year or the holidays, but they can’t be contacted at the critical moment!? Damn it!”

Perhaps because he was too angry, his body even began to tremble slightly.

“Director, what should we do now?”

A young policeman who was also dialing the phone constantly put down the phone in his hand, looked at the old policeman with confusion and fear, and asked in a trembling voice.

“Ha! What should I do?”

The old policeman sneered and replied:

“What else can we do? Since those soldiers are unreliable, we can only rely on ourselves now!”

“But we are no match at all. How about we just surrender?”

A young policeman spoke to persuade.

After hearing what the young policeman said, the old policeman looked at the other policemen around him and found that most of the young policemen thought so.

The old policeman smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said:

“If other rebels came today, I would definitely order you to surrender directly, but today it is the FNL!”

“You young people may not know, but I know very well who they are. Their names sound nice, but what they do is completely a group of anti-human terrorists!”

“Rather than being tortured and killed by them after surrendering, it is better to fight them to the end!”

Perhaps feeling that this was not convincing enough, the old policeman continued:

“If you don’t believe it, you can ask the old policemen or other old people around you and ask them what kind of organization the FNL is!”

Hearing these words, the young policemen all looked at the old policemen beside them.

Then, they heard an old policeman say in a fearful but firm tone:

“If you don’t want your head to be cut off and used as a ball, if you don’t want your wife and daughter to become someone else’s sexual slave, if you don’t want your father and son to be used to make soup.”

“Then, I suggest you-”

“Pick up the weapons in your hands and fight until the end!”