Entering the dilapidated factory, there were more than 2,000 soldiers from the gangsters fighting cluster in it, waiting for General Ge Siyun to arrive with guns. After seeing General Ge Siyun arrive safely, the crowd stirred up and the soldiers rushed forward to say hello to General Ge Siyun.

Clorad, the leader of the Crocodile Gang, squeezed out the crowd and walked to Jintian, "General Ge Siyun, you are finally here. We are waiting in a hurry. I am afraid that something will happen to you. I was discussing to separate people to find you, but fortunately you are here."

Kinda nodded to Clorard and asked anxiously, "How is the situation in Morocco City now? Is everything going as planned? Brothers are all fine!"

Clollard replied in a positive tone, "General Gesyun, I'm doing things, don't worry. We gangsters and gangsters are not good at fighting. But when it comes to sabotage and trouble, we are definitely first-class experts. We followed your orders and we formed American soldiers to attack mosques and some native temples in Morocco City. We pretended to be Arabs and killed many American soldiers patrolling the streets. We also robbed an ammunition depot and distributed all the weapons to local natives to fight the Americans. I also assigned more than 1,000 people to disperse them to the locals to help them attack the Americans' strongholds in the city. According to the current situation, the locals may win."

"Good job, beautiful job, croaking." Jintian's face broke a smile and exclaimed loudly, "Your performance this time is really wonderful, and it has not disappointed my expectations for you. After I go back, I will definitely award you a medal."

Jintian found that this group of gangsters did a great job, it was a great army. Some people always call such a great army garbage. Even his chief of staff expressed doubts about the combat capabilities of this army. But facts proved that this group of gangsters was really terrible. They were a new army produced in the new era, a force that could fight tough battles, and definitely a trump army. Who said that gangsters did not make decisions? It was an evil old society. In the new era, such troops would definitely exert their due combat effectiveness.

"General Ge Siyun, what should we do next?" Clollard tightened the MP40 on his body and looked at Jintian with a desire to fight.

Jintian took out the battle map soaked in sweat from his pocket, carefully spread it to the ground, and looked down at the time on the fluorescent table. It was almost 12 o'clock in the afternoon, and said with a smile, "The whole Morocco City has been in chaos as we plan. If everything goes well now, my pest fleet should have begun to attack the beachheads outside Morocco City. Let the group of African natives make trouble now! The Americans only have 50,000 people in Morocco City, and half of the remaining troops are deployed near the beach, and the other half is on the outer defense line of Morocco City.

Lister is leading the armored troops and the African Indigenous Division to make trouble on the periphery of defense, delaying the American troops and preventing them from reinforcing Morocco City safely. What we have to do now is to make Morocco City more and more chaotic and make the Americans confused. As long as our warships transport the landing troops to the beach safely, this Morocco City will be under our control."

"Then, are we waiting here now?"

"No," Kinda simply replied, "Our ultimate goal is the Moroccan royal palace, there must be no accident there. All we have to do now is to attack there and ensure the safety of the royal palace."

"General Gesyun, are you going to attack the palace?" Cocos asked in surprise. "You,,, you don't want the princess in the Moroccan palace! I heard that the Moroccan king has many beautiful favorite concubines, you won't be,"

"You mean there are beautiful PLMMs in the palace." Kinda anxiously interrupted Cocos' question, and the light of a pervert appeared in his eyes, shining on everyone.

Cocos nodded and made a positive reply. Jinda swallowed a few saliva and howled to his subordinates, "Brothers! Get all the guns, let's take the beauty."

"Oh," responded to Jinda with louder howls.

Jinda was very satisfied with his subordinates' performance. This was the true style of a soldier, and this was only a real soldier. Judging from their current state, it would be easy to defeat any enemy and capture the Moroccan palace. Jinda had long heard that the palace was a lewd wine pool and meat forest, and all the beauties stood inside naked. Oh my God! It would be great to think about it!

Moreover, men are not bad, women don’t love them. Men are the worst, women love them the most. Men are even worse, women love them more. It’s bad enough to bring people into the palace! At that time, the beauties in the palace will definitely love them to the point of falling apart.

Thinking of this, Jintian pretended to be a savior and shouted to his subordinates again, "Brothers, our next target is the Moroccan Palace. There is a big cage where countless poor beauties are imprisoned. They all live in dire straits. They need knights, they want heroes, and they need us to rescue them. What we need to do now is to rush into the palace to save people. Rescue all the poor beauties in the palace. Come with me! Let the rescue beauties."

"Save the beauty, rescue the beauty, rescue the beauty." The soldiers of the gangsters' combat cluster roared, and everyone was drooling. It seemed as if they had seen countless beauties waiting for them in front of them, as if they were already in a lewd palace, enjoying OOXX.

"Let's go! Let's go and rescue the poor beauty." Kimda held up the MP40 and ran out of the dilapidated factory first. Everyone followed Kimda and ran out of the door in a crowded manner.

More than 3,000 people rushed to the Moroccan Palace under the leadership of Cocos. With his familiarity with Morocco City, Cocos led the team from the alley to avoid the melee on the streets. The team did not attract any special attention when moving in the alley. Local residents thought they were going to fight the Americans, so they made way. Some people even prayed to the sky, hoping that the team would receive God's blessing.

The team quickly drove to the exit of the alley, and there was a spacious street in front of us. This street was not used with other streets in Morocco City, and it was probably the most beautiful street in Morocco City. The houses around the street looked very grand, and it seemed that the streets where the rich lived. It might be the influence of the riots, and all the doors on the street were closed.

Jintian observed carefully and saw a magnificent semi-dome Arab palace at the end of the street.

On the street in front of the palace, there were many Moroccan soldiers patrolling, and there were also several temporary fortifications built with sandbags. It seemed that the defense was not very strong.

Cocos pointed to the palace in front and said, "This street is called King's Street, and that is the Moroccan Palace. The king seems to have gone out for the Golden Week these days and took away most of the guards, so there are not many people guarding the palace. The troops guarding here are called King's Guards, all of them are composed of people who are very loyal to the king. It seems that the locals are quite respectful to this king who has no real power, and it seems that they have not come to King's Street to make trouble."

After listening to Cocos' introduction, Jintian began to carefully observe the street in front of the palace. There were about 300 soldiers of the King's Guard patrolling the streets, and the garrison was very weak. The only thing worth noting was the temporary fortifications built with sandbags on the street, with several heavy machine guns on it. Several heavy machine gunners stood behind the machine guns and watched everything in front of them. However, it seemed that they were not a big problem, and it seemed that they had won.

"Everyone come with me!" After making up his mind, Jinda waved his hand and rushed to the street with the MP40 first. "Da, da, da, da, da," swept a shuttle of bullets at the soldiers of the King's Guard patrolling the street. Several soldiers of the King's Guard were caught off guard. Before they could react, they were brought out blood by the 9mm bullets that were roaring, screaming and turning to the cold concrete ground.

"Kill," thousands of soldiers from the gangsters' combat cluster also rushed to the street with their weapons. "Bang, bang," "Da, da," "Peng, Peng," machine guns, rifles, and heavy machine guns opened fire at the enemy on the street at the same time. Before the soldiers of the King's Guard fully understood what was going on, they were fired into brushes by various types of bullets. The gunshots quickly spread throughout the King's Street, and screams and noises echoed everywhere.

After the soldiers of the King's Guard suffered a sudden blow, they suffered heavy losses. But the survivors quickly responded. Faced with the sudden attack of the enemy, the heavy machine guns on the temporary fortifications were the first to spew out flames, and bullets roared at the enemy like hail. Seeing that something was wrong, the gangsters rolled and crawled toward both sides of the street, looking for cover.

The heavy machine gun bullets skipped like raindrops and shot to the ground, sinking rows of clear bullet holes. After many walls were exposed by bullets, they became prominent hornet nests. Everyone was suppressed and could not move. As long as a little bit of it was exposed, they would be warmly welcomed by countless bullets.

Jintian hid behind a trash can and waved to Koralard. Koralard nodded clearly and shouted at the soldiers behind him, "Get that long thing up and bang in front."

Several muscular men, fighting against two rocket launchers found in the US ammunition warehouse, rolled up their waists, and avoided the bullets that had passed by their heads to the front. After finding a safe place, they loaded the ammunition while comparing the launch instructions.

The muzzle was lifted up, "Boom, Boom," the launch port spewed out orange flames and radiated a burst of blue smoke. A ball of fire appeared in the temporary fortifications built with sandbags in front of him, and the sound of heavy machine guns suddenly stopped, and the temporary fortifications were blown to pieces. Various debris were washed away by the air waves after the explosion, leaving only a few black-blasted corpses, and the last obstacle to blocking the gangsters was cleared.

"Kill," After seeing the fire point in front of him, the gangsters roared, held their guns and rushed to the Moroccan palace with their guns. Seeing that the situation was not good, several guards at the gate of the palace abandoned their duties as guards, fled in all directions, and gave up the entire palace to the enemy.
Chapter completed!