Restart Spain

"Brothers, are you ready?"

Another night, Leinster and others, who have already won the support of most of the Moroccans,

They are conspiring to discuss the riot.

"It's ready, it's ready, but we don't have any decent weapons in our hands, just rocks that we've secretly hid while we work."

A small team leader answered Winster's question head-on, and then a pointed stone was quietly exposed from his sleeve.

"But I don't think the Spaniards will be beaten by that alone."

Another team leader, Fu Hedao, showed a hint of fear on his worried face.

"It's okay, brothers, at night, the Spanish garrison is only a dozen or so people. When we rushed forward, they must not be able to react."

"Our primary target of attack is the machine gun on the tower. As long as we capture the machine gun fortress, it will definitely make this operation a success."

Leinster looked at the terrified people in front of him and set a combat goal for everyone.

This is a battle of life and death for the Moroccans. If they can't take away the machine guns of the Spaniards in the first place,

What awaits them must be the calamity of death.

"We must be quick in this operation to ensure that everyone escapes into Spain before the resting Spanish army comes to support."

Although the Spaniards' defensive strength at night is relatively weak, it does not mean that the total number of Spaniards here is lacking.

Once they did not escape in a short time, the remaining Moroccans would not be enough to face the Spanish regular army.

"Do you understand everything?"

"clear!"

Leinster looked firmly at all the Moroccan team leaders and asked, and the answer naturally made him very happy.

These Moroccans are nothing more than civilians after all, and it was the greatest success that they did not flinch in the face of the Spanish army armed to the teeth.

"Once I grab the Spaniard's machine gun, I will be responsible for breaking the back."

Although the machine gun is the representative of powerful and heavy firepower, it also means that the person who masters the machine gun will have a greatly shortened escape time.

"I'm different from you. I don't have a wife, children, or children at home. It's the best thing for me to do it after I'm in charge. Everyone must live a good life after returning to Morocco."

Looking at the sad Moroccan team leaders in front of him, Leinster seemed to say it decisively, which was like a last word.

"No, no, let me come. I'm older, and I'm not the same as your young people. Even if I die here, I'll be contributing to the country!"

"It's better for me to come, there are three brothers in my family, even if I die, my parents are still raised..."

After a brief atmosphere of grief and indignation, the Moroccan team leaders seemed to be scrambling for the task after the break.

Everyone knows that those who are responsible for the aftermath must have the least hope of surviving.

But the Moroccans present at this moment seem to have made up their minds about this behavior.

If it is gradually tortured to death by the ruler, it is better to die heroically in the struggle against brutal politics.

What the Spanish government did was indeed beneficial to the Kingdom of Spain, but to the Moroccans it was a complete tyranny and tyranny.

Different positions have different perspectives on things.

"Ah, brothers, it's okay to have your words, but after the break, it's only me, go back to rest, and wait for my signal in the second half of the night."

Leinster was moved to look at these Moroccans who wanted to die heroically, and for a while became more determined to save them.

Leinster is just an ordinary mechanic from Morocco, and he is also afraid of death, afraid of falling asleep forever.

But in the face of so many ordinary Moroccan farmers who trusted him, even he wanted to be a Moroccan hero at this time.

"I will blow the whistle in the second half of the night, everyone try not to oversleep tiredly."

"Okay, then we'll wait for your whistle at any time!"

...

For the Spanish soldiers at this time, it was just a sparse and ordinary night, and the Moroccans gathered together as usual to warm up.

This is not surprising to the Spaniards, in their opinion, the Moroccans have completely lost the spirit of resistance,

They are just slaves to their slavery.

They did not expect that the Moroccans had gathered to rebel against their rule.

"Hey, look after them, don't let them run away."

Spanish Army officer Alex lit a cigarette and said casually to the soldier next to him.

Although called the **** Alex, the **** title is only relative to the Moroccans,

To the Spaniards, he was just a more serious army officer.

Although the Spaniards are racially discriminated against and do not oppose slavery, they do not discriminate against their own people.

"Yes, sir!"

The cavalry returned a military salute, and Alex patted him on the shoulder and laughed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Okay, then I'll go back to rest, don't let my guard down at night! "

Alex, who rarely showed a smile, said kindly to the cavalry.

He patted the dust on his body, then turned his head towards the barrier that belonged to him,

As an officer, he has his own separate living quarters.

"Yes."

Some flattered cavalrymen supported their military caps, gave a military salute, and watched Alex leave.

For the serious Alex, this kind of action is indeed rare, and it is no wonder that the cavalry will be a little surprised.

However, this did not affect his normal patrol work. His eyes turned to the Moroccans gathered together again, but his mind was a little wandering.

It wasn't that he was negligent in his duties, but that he would eventually relax in the face of a group of sleeping Moroccans every day.

Time passed little by little, and finally came, about 3:00 in the morning...

Most of the Spanish soldiers were sleeping, and the Spanish soldiers in charge of patrolling and guarding were also listless.

This is the most relaxed time of the day, and for Moroccans, it's the best time to be active.

"complete…"

Suddenly, a faint whistle sounded from Leinster's tent.

The sound was not loud, but it still spread out in this silent night, but it did not arouse the vigilance of the Spanish patrolling soldiers.

The construction sites of the railway are all in the wilderness, and it is normal to have some strange noises.

But for the Moroccans, it was the clarion call to prepare for action.

The Moroccans opened their eyes in a slumber and looked outside the tent. The moonlight fell on the ground, and their preparations for action began...