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For the dogs, sticks and-stirring sticks, this battle is a mission, but for our soldiers, this battle can only be won and not defeated, once defeated, none of them will survive, and there is no possibility of escape at all, because the missiles of the-stirring sticks will blow us to ashes.

We can only survive by fighting to the death, avenging our comrades, killing more members of the dogs, sticks, and-stirring sticks of the country, and only by occupying Morocco can we survive.

When people are cornered, they can often unleash their unimaginable potential when faced with the test of life and death.

At the time of our invasion of Morocco, our army numbered less than 30,000, and many of our soldiers were wounded. And the military strength of the other side adds up to at least 100,000 people.

But Rao is like this, I still divide the troops into three ways, all the way to rush and kill the Japanese dog base, all the way to destroy the stick base, and all the way to fight the-stirring stick.

Because it was a close-range melee, missiles could not be used on the side of the-stirring stick, and at most small military planes were dispatched, but once the small military planes were locked by the radar system on the tank, they were directly sunk.

Fighting in the jungles of Morocco is still very advantageous for our side.

This battle lasted until dark, with an army of 30,000 people, and finally when the three armies converged on the coastline, only about 10,000 remained, and the-stirring sticks were the first to evacuate on aircraft carriers, and the dogs and sticks also all evacuated from the Moroccan port on warships.

From the rise of the sun one round, the battle to the rising of the sun the next day, we avenged ourselves at the cost of blood, and took Morocco, and we were victorious.

American imperialism and its lackeys retreated.

The soldiers who were still alive cheered infinitely, but I realized that something was wrong, and as we stood on the Atlantic coastline and raised our guns and cheered, flames rose from the sea level in the distance.

I immediately instructed Zhang Xiandong to lead the soldiers to rush into the sea and run by boat, Morocco is going to be finished, and what the-stirring sticks can't get by themselves, they will definitely not let others get it, they want to destroy this place.

After giving the order, I took Duan Jiaojiao's hand and jumped into the harbor, and then rode a jet ski to beckon everyone to evacuate from the sea.

The soldiers are very mobile, and although they are reluctant to give up a large number of weapons and equipment, they can only step on unfamiliar speedboats in order to survive.

When the speedboats withdrew to the shore, a sea of fire had risen in front of us, and the loud sound shook so loud that I couldn't hear the sound at all, Duan Jiaojiao threw me in the back seat of the motorboat, and ran away with high horsepower, completely ignoring the soldiers under my command.

I shouted to Zhang Xiandong and told him to withdraw quickly, and we will meet in the Mediterranean...

However, as a flame rose not far away, I watched as countless soldiers under my command were blown to pieces, and Zhang Xiandong's speedboat was also blown into the sky.

"Brother Fan, avenge me, avenge your brothers, and be brothers again in the next life..."

At that moment, I seemed to hear Zhang Xiandong's hoarse roar.

"Boom..."

With a loud bang one after another, Duan Jiaojiao rode a motorized speedboat and drove in the direction of the missile launch.

Behind us was a sea of fire, and the shock wave shook my internal organs, as if they were about to explode.

All dead, all my brothers were blown up, they were blown up by the missiles of the-stirring sticks, this is the most despicable means.

"Buzz..."

At the most critical moment, a military plane rushed towards me and Duan Jiaojiao, and before they could get closer, a long rope ladder had already been lowered on the military plane.

I saw it, it was an ethereal person driving a military plane, this was a military plane over there with a-stirring stick.

Duan Jiaojiao and I didn't hesitate at all, they all jumped together, jumped out of more than ten meters and grabbed the rope ladder, and then quickly climbed up.

As soon as Duan Jiaojiao and I climbed into the cabin, the sea below was engulfed in flames, and Ethereal immediately piloted the military plane into the air, and then returned to Libya in a cloud of smoke.

Morocco, like Algeria, was ruined by-stirring sticks, smoke of gunfire, corpses everywhere, and the smell of death pervaded everything.

Zhang Xiandong, the general who is the best at fighting wars under my command, was completely wiped out by the-stirring sticks, and was killed by the-stirring sticks, and was calculated by the-stirring sticks with the most despicable means.

This revenge is not avenged, I, Zhang Zifan, am a vain person, a-stirring stick, a dog, a stick, you are doomed, you have angered me, I didn't want to be crazy, you forced me to be cornered.

Since this is the case, then Lao Tzu will be crazy to show you, blood debt, must be paid in blood.

On the day I returned to Libya, I briefly explained Babu, and then took Duan Jiaojiao and Ethereal to Egypt.

The Extraordinary Mercenaries and the Special Operations Team followed me back to Egypt.

At the base in Selum, Egypt, an important decision was made that from today the task force will be primarily responsible for the transportation of nuclear weapons, helping me to secure nuclear weapons deals from all countries around the world, and then taking my orders to transport them where they are needed.

It's a more spaced mission than an assassination, but it will become more rewarding, and their efforts will see clouds of vengeful mushrooms rise in the realm of the enemy.

The extraordinary mercenaries set off in three ways, Yu Guo and Xiaoqiang went to the United States, Su Siqi went to the Wa Kingdom, and Xiao Thin and Liu Yidao went to the Stick Country...