Next to the walls of Morocco City, there is an abandoned horse farm. Now it is a US military barracks. After the US military did not allow tanks to attack casually, it temporarily stopped most of the tanks in this barracks. On the night of the Gantian Festival carnival, a large number of tank soldiers ran to the streets to play. There were only two companies in the barracks on duty here. To prevent African indigenous people from coming in and selling tank heads out as scrap iron.

Listening to the noise in the distant city, looking at the brightly lit city area in the distance. The American soldiers stationed here kept complaining that others could run out to drink and enjoy, but they had to suffer here. They must protest, strongly demand double the salary during holidays, strongly demanding everyone equality, and strongly demanding to go out to the streets. But no matter how much they complain, the American soldiers still stood helplessly.

Kimda hid in the shadows in the distance and looked at the US soldiers in front of him. After seeing the unhappy expression on the faces of the US soldiers through the telescope, Kimda was overjoyed. There was a play now. It was time for me to go on stage. He turned to Cocos on the side and asked, "Are you ready? Are those dancers reliable?"

Cocos replied softly, "Everything is ready, General Gesyun, I have gathered all the girls in the store. These girls have followed me for several years. I promised them that this time I will do the job well with us. I will give them some money to be good and find a good person to marry themselves. I guarantee it is reliable."

Jinda nodded with satisfaction and then asked, "Pig Pig Bai, are you ready?"

Zhu Zhubai replied, "General Ge Siyun, don't worry. According to your instructions, I have recruited more than 100 smart undead soldiers to help and ensure that they can complete the task." Jintian praised Zhu Zhubai's performance, and then ordered, "Now everything is in our control. All we have to do now is to find a way to kill the enemy's tanks. Liszt has disguised as a thief and returned to prepare. I believe Liszt will succeed. OK! Now start implementing the (provoking discord) action plan."

"Yes! General Ge Siyun."

At the entrance of the US Army No. 4 Barracks next to Morocco City, U.S. Captain Otra was smoking a cigarette boredly, leaning against the pillar at the gate of the barracks, listening to the noise in the distance. "Damn! On this happy day today, I want to be a watchdog here." Otra angrily threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and slapped it hard with his shoes to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Who?" An American soldier suddenly noticed movement in front of him, raised his gun and yelled at the figure shaking in the dark, "Who is ahead? This is the important place of the military camp. Please stay outsiders." As the soldier's shouts rang out, the lazy American soldiers raised their guns one after another and prepared for battle.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm a good citizen, I'm a good citizen." Cologs walked out of the darkness, walked to the American soldiers with a smile, nodded and said, "Hello, sir, I'm the owner of an African-style nightclub. The city is so noisy today, everyone is guarding here, don't you feel lonely?"

After listening to Cocos' inquiry, the American soldiers' expressions were a little dim, and some even cried loudly, crying for their misfortune. Captain Otra was also heartbroken, but he still firmly expressed that he was a great American soldier. He fought for the honor of his motherland. It is necessary to suffer this little, but he was necessary to suffer this little. He wanted to defend the border of Africa for the sake of beautiful traitors.

Cocos expressed his great admiration for Captain Oterra's personal charm with a respectful face, "I know your fatigue, your suffering, your tragedy, and your helplessness. You are the cutest person in the world, you are the pillar of the United States, you are the precious wealth of all mankind, and you are the hope of the future of mankind. Our Style Nightclub is a great person like you. Tonight we will respect you, to express our sincerity, and to thank all the American soldiers for their always support and love for our African Style Nightclub. Our African Style Nightclub specially organized a troupe to let the most beautiful girl in our nightclub come to Lei Jun. Please accept it with a smile."

As he said that, Cocos clapped his hands, "Ba, bha, bha" and shouted to the darkness behind him, "Girls! Come on! Guys! Come on with good wine and food."

Then a sound of music sounded, and the 50 mixed-race beauties at the African-style nightclub, accompanied by music, were wearing tulle and scarf on their faces, revealing their navels, swaying their plump buttocks, and appeared in front of the American soldiers.

Behind the beauty, more than 60 African indigenous people, who carried a basket with a basket emitting the aroma of wine and oil of food. Our great General Ge Siyun and Zhuzhubai pushed a ramen cart and walked at the end of the team.

"Oh,,," the American soldiers rushed forward, looking at the dancers who were twisting their butts and dancing belly dances in front of them, and saliva flowed down. Seeing this, Cocos raised his throat and shouted, "Dear officials, we are here to work hard. Please don't be polite, let's have a sleepless night today."

"Wait" Otera scolded the soldiers who were about to rush forward, looked at the respectful Cocos, looked at the mixed-race beauties who were dancing belly dances, glanced at the honest African natives, and finally fell on Jinda and Zhuzhubai who were pushing the ramen stall. Otera felt something was wrong, and felt that the team had something wrong, but she couldn't tell what the problem was. She could only point at Jinda and Zhuzhubai and asked, "What are they doing?"

Cocos smiled and replied, "The young man grew up in China is called Ximen Qing, and the fat man is also an Italian who grew up in China, named Wu Dalang. They sell ramen and knife-cut noodles in Morocco. I invite them today to make authentic ramen and knife-cut noodles for everyone to taste."

"Captain Otera" A American soldier saw his commander dragging his feet and preventing him from enjoying it, so he panicked. "Those two people made noodles in Morocco. I had eaten the ramen he made last time? Just give me a million heart! The Germans can't get here thousands of miles away. The natives celebrate the festival today, and they won't make trouble." The soldier's resonance with all the American soldiers. The American soldiers said that they had eaten the ramen made by Jintian. His ramen was very delicious. I hope Captain Otera agreed to Boss Cocos's military operation.

Under the protest of his subordinates, Autra nodded in agreement with Lao Jun. In fact, Autra had already set his sights on a mixed-race beauty with a very large figure. He also wanted Lao Jun to start immediately. He just went with the flow to express his agreement to show his different sentiments. Seeing Autra nodding in agreement, Kaucus held back the excitement and shouted, "Girls! Twist your butt. Young men! Put good wine and good dishes on it. Ximen Qing, Wu Dalang! Take ramen,,,,"

The labor force began, and with the accompaniment of the joyful song, the mixed-race beauties swung their water snake waists and their charming butts, and came to the American soldiers. The African natives put down the wooden baskets on their backs without saying a word, took out the wine, food, and fruits in the basket, and placed them in front of the American soldiers.

Our great General Ge Siyun also started making ramen. Although Jinda had never made ramen, he had eaten ramen. Moreover, Jinda had been a chef and was absolutely skillful in making ramen. Soon he made a few bowls of ramen. Although they looked similar to steel, it was enough to fool Americans. In order to retaliate against the Americans, Jinda took advantage of the situation and added a few quick soap to the noodle soup, spitted a few mouthfuls, threw them in a few dead mice, and stirred them with a brush brush that brushed the toilet.

But what Kindai never expected was that the American soldiers actually shouted that the ramen they made were delicious and asked to have another fun. Jinda had to keep pulling the noodles to meet the needs of the American soldiers.

The army quickly reached a climax. The American soldiers turned off the street lights at the gate of the military camp and lit a bonfire in front of the military camp. Everyone gathered in front of the bonfire and drank happily. The mixed-race beauties also danced around the bonfire. From time to time, the plumpness on their chests was revealed, attracting waves of wolf howls and whistles in the sky.

When Jinda saw the American soldiers, he focused on the dance. He secretly pushed the ramen cart with Zhuzhubai, leading dozens of undead natives into the military camp. The American soldiers poured a lot of wine, and it was beautiful again. He didn't notice that Ximen Qing and Wu Dalang had disappeared without a trace.

After entering the military camp, Jintian and Zhuzhubai carefully pushed the ramen cart forward. Dozens of African natives also followed behind with heavy baskets on their backs. The military camp seemed to be empty, and all the houses were dark. Jintian was sure that the tank soldiers had all gone into the city to have a carnival.

After walking in the military camp for a few minutes, a grassland appeared in front of him. In the past, there were horses raised here, but now there are US tanks parked neatly. Jintian counted about it and there were nearly 500 tanks parked on this grassland. It seems that the American armored forces have basically been concentrated here.

There are several lighthouses around the grassland. Each lighthouse has a US soldier standing guard. Several searchlights are shining with straight lights and spinning in the grassland. Jinda whispered to Zhuzhubai beside him and ordered, "Pigzhubai, let those natives kill the Americans on the lighthouse. Remember not to leave a living mouth and be careful not to be discovered."

"I understand." Zhu Zhubai said a few words to the indigenous people behind him. The indigenous people put down the basket on their bodies and flashed into the darkness. The dark skin of the indigenous people in Africa became the best protection in the darkness. It is harder to find a black man in the darkness with the naked eye than climbing to the sky. Several indigenous people rushed to the lighthouse, took out a tube from their bodies, and blew hard at the US soldiers standing guard on the lighthouse. The US soldiers standing guard on the lighthouse only felt itchy on a certain part of their body and were about to clap their hands to kill mosquitoes. But before they could catch their hands, they lost consciousness and fell on their jobs.

The ants cries sounded in the dark, "It's done." Jintian slapped his thighs and shouted excitedly, "Pig Pig Bai! It's time for us to go on stage, let's get rid of all the tanks." As he said that, Jintian and Pig Bai pushed the ramen cart and ran towards the tanks, and the African natives followed closely behind with heavy baskets on their backs.

The night is still so romantic. In the lush night, the destruction of the Battle of Morocco kicked off.
Chapter completed!