After the battle, Li Xiaoyao put away his sword and came to Jintian, saying, "General Ge Siyun, I was ordered to lead 1,000 soldiers from the gangsters' combat cluster to meet you."

Jintian looked at Li Xiaoyao's body with blood stuck, and his heart felt numb. "A terrible man cut people in half with one sword. The ancestors' work is terrible. If you have the opportunity, you have to learn two light sword moves. When you get home, you will use the sword to pick your wife's clothes to increase the interest of sex."

"By the way! Why did you get here? I remember it didn't seem to be gathering in this area." Jintian suddenly remembered something and asked Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao replied, "After we arrived at the market place, you didn't come after the scheduled time. We thought something must have happened to you. Croward, the leader of the Crocodile Gang, led the main force to the city to make trouble as planned. I brought this team of men to the airport to see the situation. I happened to meet you fighting here, so we caught up and help."

"What's going on in Morocco now?" Jinda looked at his watch. It was already past 9 o'clock, and the dead pig should have been discovered by the Moroccans. According to the plan, the city should be in chaos now.

Li Xiaoyao replied, "General Ge Siyun, everything is going according to your plan. When we gathered, many locals rushed towards the city with weapons. They looked like they were dead. They probably encountered something very sad. Many natives still held kitchen knives and hoes to run into the city. The leader of the Clorad Gang had already asked the brothers to change into the Arabs' clothes. As long as the city was in chaos, they would disguise themselves as terrorists to attack important strongholds, ammunition depots, and military targets in the city as planned."

"Okay, let's follow us into the city, too." Kinda carried the MP40 on his back and led the team toward Morocco City.

At this time, Morocco City was already in chaos. At Aladdin's order, the local residents who fought for revenge spontaneously took up their weapons. With infinite hatred for the Americans, they gathered in front of the temple and held a critical meeting. Everyone stood up and expose the American atrocities.

Some people revealed that Americans only give US dollars after dinner and never use toothpicks.

Some people revealed that Americans always use spittoons as wine glasses to drink, saying that such wine glasses are the biggest, which makes people disgusting and seriously damages the physical and mental health of the Moroccan people.

Some people revealed that Americans always rely on wires to fuck, lift their feet to urinate and defecate anywhere, and never use straw paper to go to the toilet, but always use toilet paper. This is a waste.

Another group of prostitutes proposed the three anti-anti principles of anti-Japanese, anti-US, and anti-enemy, saying that they would never serve the Americans again unless the Americans gave double the price, and at the same time exposed the perverted behavior of the Americans who liked SM.

Another local man signed a big flower dog who was two months pregnant and cried to everyone. He said that his big flower dog had a big belly for no reason, and this must have been a sin of evil Americans.

Elder Aladdin was filled with righteous indignation for everyone's cry and expressed his determination to resolutely eliminate the evil Americans. He also asked the Moroccan people to launch a jihad and sow the spark of revolution. Even if this failure is made, he should continue the glorious tradition of anti-Americanism and to confront the Americans forever until the United States perishes.

Finally, Elder Aladdin shouted loudly, and everyone rushed to the US command and the US military strongholds in the city with various weapons, ready to seek justice for the Holy Pig and prepare to start a holy war.

At this time, at the US military command in Morocco City, Bradley, the US commander-in-chief of Morocco City, was busy and confused. When he got up, he received a report that Kings Airport was attacked by a group of unidentified militants, and more than half of more than 500 aircraft were blown up. The entire airport was damaged on a large scale and could not be used for at least a week.

But what surprised Bradley the most was that half an hour after the attack on the airport, the Arab Revival Alliance, the Islamic Prayer Group, the indigenous rebellious tribes in North Africa, the Japanese Death Club, the jihadist groups in the Middle East, Iraq's anti-American armed front, Colombia's people's democratic front, the jihadist al-Qaeda in West Asia, Spain's Eta anti-American armed forces, Afghanistan's Taliban patriotic student movement and other major anti-American armed forces in the world announced their responsibility for the terrorist attack.

These anti-US armed forces have also jointly made a joint reputation and will launch a new round of terrorist attacks on major US targets around the world.

However, the unlucky thing is not the case. After being attacked at the airport, the outer positions in Morocco City were attacked by a group of African natives. Thousands of American soldiers were shot to death by bows and arrows and chopped to pieces by sharp scimitars. Bradley understood that in this era, only African natives were attacking on a large scale with cold weapons. But the problem was that after on-site investigation, traces of tanks and armored vehicles were also found. Oh! God! Are there any troops in this world that were holding knives and arrows driving tanks?

"General Bradley, it's not good." A numb shouting sound came into the room. Bradley's adjutant rushed into the room and gasped, saying, "General, the locals have rebelled. A large number of local residents held various weapons to attack the soldiers patrolling the streets, and many strongholds were attacked by them. Now they are gathering on the streets, shouting anti-American slogans, and killing those who see us. The soldiers asked if they could fire and fight back."

"Not good, no good, no good." As soon as the adjutant finished speaking, there was another shout from outside the door. Lidley turned around and saw that it was his capable subordinate Colonel Jonathan. Jonathan ran to the room with a sweat on his head, shouting with a cold face, "General Bradley, no, I just heard about the indigenous riots in the city, so I wanted to pull the tank troops out to suppress the rebellion. But all the tanks were destroyed. One of the more than 500 tanks parked in the barracks could not move now. What should I do now?"

"What! So it's like this." Bradley then felt the seriousness of the matter. It seemed that this was a premeditated incident, but what are the benefits of doing so for the terrorists?

"Not good, no good, something big happened." An ominous roar sounded outside the door again, "Pa" Bradley slapped the table in dissatisfaction and cursed, "Damn! What happened today? Why are you all reported the death? My mother was not so unlucky when she died. It seems that it wasn't the 13th today! Didn't anyone say a good thing?"

Amid Bradley's gaze, a US captain ran into the room, "General Bradley, it's not good. A large number of locals gathered together and rushed towards our command. We were robbed of an ammunition depot in the city, and all the defenders were killed. What if this goes on? You can order to suppress it."

Bradley's expression became a little stunned, and hurried to the battle map hanging on the wall, looked at the map and asked, "Col. Jonathan, how many tanks do we have to use."

Jonathan replied a little depressedly, "Our main tank troops are parked in the barracks, but they cannot move now. There are more than 300 tanks left, but half are concentrated on the beachhead positions, and 80 tanks are scattered on the outer positions of Morocco City. It is impossible to transfer back to the city for support for the moment."

Bradley looked at the map of Morocco City and decisively ordered, "Order all tanks to move closer to Morocco City, and the troops around Morocco City also quickly marched towards Morocco City to prevent the spread of riots in the city. Let the soldiers in the city open fire on all enemies that may be threatening. Any disobedient person will treat it as anti-American armed forces, and the consequences will be my responsibility. Our great American army must not let a group of natives do this, absolutely not!"

Bradley gritted his teeth and looked at the battle map. He firmly believed that he would never be knocked down by a group of natives. "You go and convey the orders! Do it well for me, and I will give you medals if I do it."

"Yes! General Bradley."

After Bradley's order was issued, the US soldiers, who were a little timid, began to fire violently at the rioters. Many American soldiers used heavy machine guns to form cross-fire power and fired at the enemies with simple weapons. The sound of guns and cannons quickly spread throughout Morocco City, and the ancient city was shrouded in the ravages of war. Faced with the Moroccans with the dominant numbers, the US soldiers even raised the rocket launcher and shot at the enemy. The place they hit was either a blood mist or a deep pit.

The entire battle became more and more intense, and both sides were red-eyed. All the US military strongholds in the entire Morocco city were besieged by countless people. The Moroccans did not need to be captured, and all the surrendered Americans were chopped to pieces by random knives. The Americans were also more tenacious this time. Their sense of honor did not allow them to surrender to a group of African natives, and surrender was death, which strengthened the Americans' will to resist. They used advanced weapons to fight against the number of Moroccan natives.

When Kimda led his troops into Morocco City in Arab costumes, the entire Morocco City was shrouded in gunfire. There were many Americans lying on the street, the bodies of Moroccans and a few French people, the walls were full of bullet holes, all the doors were closed, many shops on the street were also destroyed, and various commodities were sprinkled all over the floor.

There were fierce gunfire and explosions in front of many US military strongholds, and the two sides were fighting fiercely. Many natives dragged a front-fill artillery made countless years ago, holding a torch in his hands, igniting and firing the guns, bombarding the US military's firepower points, and trying to rush in under the cover of artillery fire.

Jinda looked at everything in front of him excitedly, and it seemed that his plan was unexpectedly successful. Now the chaos in the whole city of Morocco is, the better, and the chaos is, the more beneficial it is to him.

"Corcos, you lead the way, let's go and meet Clorard"

"Yes! General Gesyun" Cocos led everyone into the alley next to the street. Everyone followed Cocos and began to run around the alley. After turning countless dark paths, the team came to an abandoned factory. Cocos pointed to the dilapidated factory in front of him and said, "General Gesyun, that's it. If everything goes well, Mr. Clorard will meet us inside."

"Go! Let's go in"
Chapter completed!