At the Odalat militia camp, General Hassan was losing his temper immediately.

"A **** mercenary was also arrogant in front of me. They said they were hired by Moroccans, not the money I spent on them. Pooh!

Just such a group of mercenaries all rode up to Lao Tzu. I'm so angry. "General Hassan picked up the cup and took a sip of water, then dropped the cup directly to the ground.

All of General Hassan's men were trembling, afraid to reply.

"You said, can you swallow this breath?" Hassan angered.

"No, absolutely not." The subordinates below immediately nodded. "General, you have a message, let's go and teach those mercenaries a lesson."

"Teach you a fart. As long as you two pieces of waste wood, if you can teach them, I still need to be angry with them here?" General Hassan turned around and cursed, "The reason why I was angry is because of you. Help guys are not up to date.

But if you want to be able to fight, the Moroccans have to look at Lao Tzu. Does that still need these mercenaries? Damn, it's fire when I think of it. "

"You can't say that, General. I don't think the mercenaries that the Moroccans found were because we couldn't fight. Even if we could fight, they would definitely find these mercenaries.

I even think that these mercenaries. It is very likely that the Moroccan military came to monitor us. "One of Hassan's men whispered.

"What do you say?" Hassan frowned.

"General, you think. We are not along with Quinn. Quinn and the others were originally Moroccans, so Quinn doesn’t need to say at all. He is from a government army at all. All his men were Moroccan soldiers before. .

So the Moroccans are assured of them, but they are not at ease with us. General, we have been with the People’s Front of Western Sahara before. With them Moroccans are completely opposites.

Now although we have taken refuge in Moroccans. But Moroccans may not trust us. Besides Quinn, he is basically out of the control of the Moroccan military. The Moroccans were not at ease with him.

That's why they found this group of mercenaries. Explicitly speaking is to help us fight, in fact, it is secretly controlling us. After you see that Rick came, it was called a domineering. On the spot, he said he wanted command.

If he has no backstage, he dare to be so domineering? To put it bluntly, this guy was probably sent by the Moroccan to monitor us. He is backed by a Moroccan, and he speaks naturally. "Hassan's men whispered.

"Damn, the more you think about it, the more you get angry." Hassan shook his head. "I was thinking about taking refuge in the Moroccans to get some benefits. I didn't expect to help them fight now. I have to be under their control. Even a **** mercenary leader rode on Lao Tzu's neck."

"General, there is no other way. Who told us to follow the Moroccans?" Hassan's men were a little embarrassed.

"Who said Lao Tzu must have left with the Moroccans? In this world, whoever has money is the uncle. If it weren't for the Moroccans are still subsidizing our military expenses. Lao Tzu would not mix with them long ago." Hassan shook his head.

While talking, another of Hassan's men rushed in and whispered a few words in Hassan's ear. "General. It's not good."

"Go away, go away. Stand still and say. Don't be so close to Lao Tzu." Hasan was angry, and pushed the man away quietly.

The subordinate looked around and whispered, "Mr. Rick, Mr. Rick just sent a notice. He said that Patrick had colluded with foreign enemies and betrayed his own camp, and he was very sinful. In order to be an example, he would shoot Patrick in public half an hour later. "

"What? He was going to be shot directly without notifying me?" Hassan jumped into a thunder. "It's **** it, it's too bully. It takes me too seriously. Where are they?"

"City Center Square. They have ordered everyone to watch the execution, but they didn't notify the general." The man lowered his voice.

"Damn, take brother, let's go." Hassan patted the table and stood up.

"General, General. Don't be impulsive, let's think of a way..." Hassan's staff quickly stopped him.

"I still want to fart. Everyone knows that I want to protect Patrick. The dead mercenary just doesn't give me face. He wants to shoot Patrick in public, just to prove it in front of everyone. Here is his decision. I have to listen. his.

He wanted to shoot my people without even saying hello to me. If you want to shoot it directly, shoot it directly. Let everyone go over to watch the execution. What does it mean? It means to slap me in the face in public. "Hassan roared."

"General, I don't think this is necessarily true. Maybe Patrick did betray us, and Mr. Rick will shoot him on the charge of collaborating with the enemy. It is also reasonable. After all, collaborating with the enemy in wartime, this kind of crime, anyone who bears it will die. "Hassan's staff hurriedly pulled him to explain.

"I don't care so much. I don't care if Patrick betrayed us. Even if he betrayed us. But I want to protect him, can't I? Does Rick know the current situation?

The Orumi EFF is staring at it, not to mention it. We have Moroccans in front of us, the People's Front of Western Sahara in the back, and a large group of local armed forces in between.

A local warlord like Patrick wanted to take refuge in me. I killed him. Who would dare to take refuge in me in the future? Do you think that Rick is strictly governing the army?

fart! He just wanted to take the opportunity to weaken my influence among the warlords in these places. It's best to make all Laozi rebel. General Hassan slapped the table suddenly, "Take the guard company and follow me!" "

Regardless of other people's dissuasion, Hassan took his guard company and forcibly rushed into the central square. But the square was under martial law, and they were blocked outside the square.

A soldier saluted Hassan carefully, "The general is under martial law here."

"Fart. This is Lao Tzu's territory, when the martial law will make Lao Tzu have the final say." General Hassan roared. "Quickly remove all your people. Otherwise, I will arrest you all."

The soldier looked embarrassed, "This is Mr. Rick's order..."

"I'm the one who gave the order. He counts as a fart." General Hassan pushed the soldier abruptly and led his men into the central square.

In the square, a public trial is going on. Patrick was pushed to the venue, the charges have been announced, and he will be sentenced to death in accordance with the regulations.

That warlord Patrick had already weakened his legs with fright, his face was ashamed. If not for the two mercenaries behind him holding him firmly. He almost collapsed to the ground.