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- "It's time for us to make a decision." General Quinn couldn't help but said, "We can no longer sit here and wait. Morocco and the Western Sahara Popular Front are both hesitant. If the same is true here, how can we fight this war?
Why not start with us and use our strength to drive the entire battle. If we can capture Dahayo quickly, then their pressure will be reduced. Moreover, if we gain an advantage here, they will not be so hesitant. "
"I object." Lin Rui shook his head. "I have made it very clear for the reason before. We cannot influence the situation and can only make choices based on the situation.
¡°In fact, General Quinn, you also know very well that our current strength is neither comparable to the Popular Front of Western Sahara, nor even comparable to Morocco. "
"So, if we win here, it will have a great motivating effect on them." General Quinn explained anxiously.
"General Quinn, although I hate to say this. But in fact, your existence is exactly what they are afraid of.
If you actually win, it will stimulate them to make choices against you. do you understand me? So we can only go with the flow" Lin Rui shook his head resolutely.
"What do you mean by stimulating them to make a choice against us?" General Quinn asked sharply, "Are you saying that our victory is a malignant stimulus for them, rather than a benign incentive?"
"This is actually the case. Whether it is Morocco or the Western Sahara Popular Front, the status of local warlords like you is very embarrassing.
On the one hand, they need to win over you, and on the other hand, they will never allow you to continue to grow bigger. If you gain the advantage first, it will only encourage them to withdraw from the battlefield.
By that time, you will be trapped in a tight siege and will never be able to evacuate. Thousands of us are all going to be thrown here. Lin Rui said sharply.
"Let me say a few words." General Hassan stood up and said, "I can't trust the Moroccans, nor can I trust the Popular Front of Western Sahara. But if the current situation continues to be delayed, I don't think it is appropriate."
"You also advocate a raid on Dahayo now?" Lin Rui looked at him.
"This kind of mutual distrust cannot continue like this. One party has to make a statement first. If they are still hesitant, then I will make a statement first." Hassan nodded. "Mr. Rick, I know the risks involved. But I am different from you. I am a Western Saharan. Some things must be done."
Lin Rui was silent for a while, "I only need half an hour. Wait another half hour, if there is no result, I will personally lead the team and go on the road with you."
"But now every second countsMr. Rick!" General Quinn said through gritted teeth.
"You have to wait another half hour. If you believe me, just do as I ask. If you don't believe it, our cooperation will be terminated from now on.
I won¡¯t work for an employer who doesn¡¯t trust me. If you want me to help you, you must first trust me. "Lin Rui looked at him calmly.
"Okay, I believe you." General Quinn said helplessly.
In fact, they didn¡¯t wait half an hour. At more than twenty minutes, the actuary sent a message back to Kishi.
The message is very simple, only one word - "Withdraw!"
"Withdraw? We have spent so much effort and traveled in such a big circle, just waiting for such a message. There is still half the journey. If we start a quick march now, we can reach Dahayo in three or four hours at most and launch the offensive. . Are you giving up now?" General Quinn looked at Lin Rui in disbelief.
"If you don't give up, you will die." Lin Rui whispered. "The actuary sent back only one word, but our intelligence team later attached a complete report.
The Western Sahara People's Political Front has begun to retreat, and as the main force of this operation, the Moroccan army is one step ahead of them.
At present, there is no pressure on the enemy's front, and they can launch large-scale reinforcements against Dahayo at any time.
You can also launch a pincer attack from behind us. Once such a situation develops, our team of several thousand people will not be able to last for several hours.
So now there is no other choice and we must withdraw. Lin Rui said firmly.
"Bang!" General Hassan smashed the kettle in his hand on the ground. He turned his head and whispered, "Withdraw. There is no point in holding on."
Looking at the intelligence that had just been transmitted, General Quinn sighed in disappointment and ordered the troops to retreat.
During the retreat, the officers at the headquarters remained silent.
Hassan sat in his command car, turned his head and looked outside the car, and was silent for a long time.
"Is there anything you want to say?" Lin Rui patted him on the shoulder.
Hassan did not look back, looked at the smoke and dust outside the car window, and whispered. "I'm desperate. Actually, you know me as a person, I rarely say words like despair.
¡°In the eyes of many people, I, Hassan, am just a faggot, a warlord, who sometimes turns to Morocco for his own territory, and sometimes turns to the Popular Front of Western Sahara.
In the eyes of many people, I, Hassan, am just a shameless person. There is no shame whatsoever. For immediate benefits, I can sell anything or anyone. "
"But they misjudged you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so sad, if you were just a profit-seeking warlord. You must be happy that you have effectively preserved your strength, and you will never be so sad." Lin Rui sighed, There was a cigar in his mouth.
"You are right. But a person has many identities. I am a warlord, but at the same time I am also a Western Saharan.
¡°It is true that I defected to the Popular Front of Western Sahara at one moment and to the Moroccans at another. But so what?
They are fighting for the sovereignty of Western Sahara, but they have never asked what the real Western Sahara people would think.
¡°I don¡¯t want this to go on forever, I don¡¯t want Western Sahara because they are falling apart. That huge separation wall is like an indelible scar in the heart of every Western Saharan. "Hassan, who has always been slippery and cunning, actually cried.
Like a child, he leaned on the back seat of the car and cried.
¡°I was born here and I love it here. But this is not my country. No one even recognizes this as a country. I hope I can do something to change this situation.
But everyone regards me as a warlord. No one thinks that a warlord can be patriotic. Be it the Moroccans or the Popular Front of Western Sahara, they are fighting each other.
They all regard me as a target for use, as expendable cannon fodder. But I never thought about how much I want them to stop fighting and build a country on this land that belongs to our ancestors.
This has always been my dream, but today I woke up from this dream. When they learned that we were going to attack Dahayo, they decisively abandoned us.
My dream was also shattered, so completely. But I don't feel betrayed. It's more just sadness from the heart. "Hassan leaned back in the chair and shed tears without any concealment.
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